Let her go home from get off work.

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The HR girl brought the brochures for newly hired waitresses to my desk. A catering company in S city hired me to help them operate a high-end restaurant. They had fifty openings, and after deducting the male staff, they needed to hire 30 women. According to industry practice, they would initially hire around 45, then weed out the best candidates over two months.

I carefully reviewed the stack of brochures. Pretty girls were naturally given priority. Two of the women were divorced, one 28 and the other 26. I removed a few of the less attractive ones. Then I notified HR to conduct interviews.

As is customary, there was a second round of interviews. I selected the two divorced women and a few others who looked promising in the photos.

The second rounds were quite good. The two divorced women were single at 26, and the 28-year-old had a child. One woman had just turned 18, and the rest were around 20, with good figures. Work was

tiring and busy; before I knew it, two months had passed, and finally, it was time for the performance review and evaluation.

It was already 11 PM after the evening shift ended. I asked the supervisor to hand in the self-evaluation forms for permanent positions that HR had sent over during the day to the office, then tidied up and led everyone home.

Little Y came to me wanting an advance on her salary. Little Y is one of two divorced women, older, of average build, and has a child living with her cousin.

"How much do you want in advance?" I asked, taking a drag of my cigarette.

"1000 yuan. I'm almost out of the money I brought with me."

"Hmm, but I can't sign an IOU right now." I put my cigarette on the dish and looked up at her. "Not permanent yet?" "Manager, when will I be permanent?"

"Hmm." I pulled her form from the ones that had been handed in and examined it closely.

85 points for general performance, 78 points for sales performance…

In the early stages, 75 points for sales performance was considered passing, and 78 was barely above average. Applause sounded outside, a sign that it was time to leave. The employees gradually left.

Only she and I remained in the shop.

"Your sales performance is below 80," I said, flicking her form.

She suddenly became nervous, unsure how to reply. After a moment of silence, she said, "Manager, could you give me another month? I promise I'll do my best."

"Another month? Didn't you know you were here for two months? What about others if you get that?"

She pleaded repeatedly for another chance, even if it meant a 20% pay cut.

"Since you're so insistent, I can be flexible," I said, standing up and going to check the security camera footage.

She naturally moved closer to me.

"It mainly depends on your performance." "I promise I'll do my best," she quickly replied.

"Let me ask you some personal questions. How old were you when you got married and divorced?"

"I wouldn't say divorced. We lived together until I was 22 and had a child, then we separated."

"Oh, that's tough," I said, crouching down to retrieve a package from under the table.

"This looks like yours. It arrived a few days ago, but the outer casing was broken; I don't know who opened it." I opened the box, and a squirrel-like toy fell out.

Her face flushed. She quickly grabbed it.

I placed it in her hand and pulled her into my arms.

“We’re both adults now, it’s normal to feel empty down there and need to fill it. I think you can show me today,” I said

, lowering my head to kiss her lips. She shook her head but didn’t shake me off. I wrapped my arms around her neck and explored her teeth. She slightly parted her tongue and stuck it out, and we intertwined.

She hugged me, and I touched her buttocks.

She pulled away abruptly, “No, we’re in the shop.” I reached out and opened the shop’s gate. I wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her work skirt with the other, pressing it against her crotch. Her crotch was warm and slightly damp.

I tasted her little tongue, quickly kneading her crotch. After a few strokes, there was a noticeable wetness.

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?”

“More than a year,” she said, slightly panting. “Does your pussy want to be fucked?”

She tilted her head and smiled, which was her answer.

Her breasts, small and round, bounced out from under her bra. Her nipples were erect, her abdomen smooth, with a scar on her lower abdomen. Her pubic hair was average and not thick. I pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and her vulva was already wet, pubic hair clinging to her labia.

I squatted down to examine her vulva closely. Her pink labia were slightly exposed outside her labia majora, her vulva was raised, the labia majora were slightly parted, glistening with vaginal fluid. Her clitoris was already showing. I parted her labia, revealing her vaginal opening, vaginal fluid flowing down and wetting her anus. I pressed her clitoris and slowly kneaded it, and it quickly became erect. Her vagina contracted in rhythm, and vaginal fluid gushed out.

"Your pussy is very active," I continued to stimulate her vulva, and she involuntarily tensed her body and raised her buttocks. Her body trembled slightly. I pulled out my already erect penis, and rubbed the thick glans against her vaginal opening a few times. The viscous vaginal fluid covered the glans, drawing several shiny thin lines between the glans and her vulva.

I grabbed her thighs, and my glans slowly slid into her vagina, all the way in. Her vagina was slightly tight, but very lubricated. I began to thrust slowly, and she moaned in response.

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, and her moans turned into groans.

"Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Hmm~~~ Uh~~~ Hmm~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~ Ah"

As my glans rubbed against her vagina, her vagina began to spasm with orgasm.

A large amount of vaginal fluid was secreted from her vagina, covering our pubic hair, and I thrust rhythmically into her.

Her face was flushed, her nipples were erect, and her body arched upwards as she approached orgasm, her hands gripping the edge of the table.

"Ring~~~~" Her phone rang.

I took it out and saw "Xiao Z" on the screen .

I gestured for her to answer, while continuing to thrust slowly into her.

She took a few breaths, steadied herself, and turned on the speakerphone.

"Are you off work? I ordered food for you at our usual spot."

"I'm still working overtime in the office. You guys eat first, I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay, okay, goodbye."

After she hung up, I slowly increased the speed of my thrusting.

"Ah~~ Ah~~~ Mmm," she moaned again, and I held her down, launching a fierce assault.

"Slap slap slap~~ Ah~~ Slap~~ Ah~~~" Her body arched, her face flushed. I thrust all the way in, reaching the cervix inside her vagina. Semen spurted out, filling her vagina.

She pulled up her pants and went to the bathroom to wipe herself.

I marked her performance as satisfactory and gave her a half-grade raise.

When she returned to the office, I took out 1000 yuan and gave it to her, then gave her another 1000. "This 1000 will be deducted from your salary; you need to sign an IOU. The rest is my payment to you."

"For prostitution?" she said with a smile.

"How much per time?" I asked, putting my arm around her. "Manager, it's up to you," she said, resting her head on my shoulder. "Then one yuan per time, I'll fuck you every day."

"Hahaha," she laughed. "Manager, aren't you afraid of fucking your kidneys to the point of exhaustion?" I kissed her, patted her butt, and let her go home.

[The End]

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