Circumstances

Upon receiving the dismissal notice, Marina desperately rushed into the boss's office. This is a misunderstanding! She has worked conscientiously for the good of the company for five years! And her old boss had praised her more than once. Why would the new one, not even a week into the job, decide she was unnecessary to the firm? She was needed, absolutely! And she certainly needed the firm even more! Two loans, a first-grader son, a loser husband! The entire family budget depends on her salary! And a substantial salary at that!!! Where else could she get such a high-paying position? And with an ordinary salary, what kind of life would that be? No boutique shopping, no beauty salon visits… Could she, at twenty-eight, look twenty while working

as a simple agent? No!!! She must keep her job at all costs!

In the reception area, Svetka blocked her path.

"You're not the first, you won't be the last," she said sympathetically, yet with utterly indifferent eyes. "The boss is firing half the department."

"How does he plan to work then?" The news plunged Marina into despair. "We have such experienced employees."

"He's bringing in his old team. Trusted and loyal people. And no less experienced!"

Marina remained silent. After all, Svetka had also come to the firm with the boss. But the former secretary, Milana, wasn't upset. And why would she be, when half the bosses whose offices were in this building were among her lovers!?

"I don't know if he'll see you," Svetka said thoughtfully.

And what did the boss see in her? Petite, snub-nosed, freckled! One asset—a fourth-size bust, which, however, on such a miniature body looked not so much provocative as ridiculous!

"Tell him it's urgent!" Marina insisted.

"You won't get anywhere," Svetka ran a condescending gaze over the petitioner's figure.

Slim, tall, attractive. And dressed elegantly: a dress mid-thigh with a deep neckline, covered by a light, transparent scarf draped from one shoulder to the other. And those legs! Svetka could only dream of such! Hers were skinny. She had to constantly wear trouser suits.

"Alright, I'll try to persuade the boss to meet with you," she relented and went into the boss's office, where after a while she invited Marina in, carefully closing the door and leaving her alone with the boss.

"I'm listening, Kunitsyna!" the boss sprawled languidly in his chair with the high leather back. "Just get to the point, no beating around the bush."

And Marina laid it out. She honestly described her family situation, the financial difficulties that would arise from the dismissal. She subtly listed her contributions to the firm.

"Are you trying to say you're an indispensable employee?" the boss asked mockingly when Marina finished her monologue.

"No one is indispensable," Marina pierced him with her gaze. "But in our profession, experience is key! How long before a replacement becomes that competent?"

"Someone no less experienced will take your place," the boss assured her.

"But I'm begging! I'm pleading!!! Keep me on…"

"Are you ready to do anything to keep your job?" the boss leaned forward slightly.

"Anything!" Marina felt a chill in her chest from a bad premonition.

And it didn't deceive her.

"Undress!" the boss shifted his weight forward, leaning his elbows on the desk.

"What, is honor more important than material well-being?" the boss sneered. "Leave, Kunitsyna, and make sure your desk is cleared by tomorrow!"

"I! I agree…" Marina said in a fallen voice and lowered her eyes.

"Then undress!" the boss repeated the order.

Marina grabbed the hem of her dress. Her hands immediately became clumsy. Awkwardly, she pulled it off over her head. Hastily unclasped her white bra, so the boss wouldn't notice the worn-out spots under the arms. Now she stood only in her tights, beneath which white panties were visible.

"Turn your back to me!" the boss commanded as soon as she hesitantly grabbed the waistband of her tights.

Did he want her to show him her ass? Marina blushed but obeyed.

"And slower!" the boss said authoritatively.

Marina, burning with shame, pulled down her tights along with her panties. She tried to justify her actions. All for the sake of saving her family! Even by such a humiliating method. Would her husband, Anatoly, understand, if he ever found out? And wasn't he to blame for this hopeless situation? Other women had husbands, real husbands. A solid rock behind them. Providers and breadwinners! If Anatoly earned decent money, instead of drifting between job centers, would she be exposing her lovely bottom to this insolent man right now? And that it was lovely, there was no doubt. How many times had she caught greedy glances directed at her lower assets, both from office workers and on the street. And Anatoly often covered it with kisses. Finally, Marina straightened up, crumpling the removed tights and placing them on the chair with the rest of her clothes.

"Turn around!"

Well, now he wanted to enjoy the front view. What next? Easy to guess. But Marina, expecting violence, was perplexed when the boss pressed a button on the intercom.

"Svetlana, send Stanislav in to me!"

Marina instinctively covered her breasts with her hands. Why Stanislav?! She was naked! Or did he want to show her to that homo? Stanislav had appeared at the firm with the boss and, with his mannerisms, was immediately classified by the female staff as homosexual.

"Not bad!" the boss stood up and walked around the naked employee, patting her pale buttocks along the way. "Now get on your knees!"

This wasn't hard to do: her legs felt like cotton. A shiver ran through her body when Marina saw the boss unzipping his fly. And what had she expected? There was no turning back now. She had to go through with it. Endure this day of shame. One thing worried her: what if all the other days turned into shame too!? What if they made her the office whore? How many times had she heard about such women, but never in her wildest dreams thought she could end up in their place!

"Get to work!"

The boss's erect cock flopped out and aimed like a spear at her face. Marina obediently opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She was giving a blowjob for the second time in her life! The first time was to her husband, back at the dawn of their relationship. She had choked, coughed, and made Anatoly promise he would never shove his apparatus into her mouth again. And Anatoly had kept his promise.

The sound of the door opening made Marina flinch. Her body instantly broke out in goosebumps.

"Keep going, don't get distracted!" the boss barked sternly.

Marina squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. The boss's hand gripped the back of her head, regulating the pace. Spasms increasingly constricted her throat, saliva dripped down her chin.

"How delightful!" she heard Stanislav's admiring voice.

"Look, Slava, this is how you should devote yourself to work, how you should love it and be loyal to your craft!"

"Do I give any reason to doubt my loyalty?"

The boss pushed his cock deep into her throat and with a drawn-out groan, ejaculated his semen. Marina almost choked.

"Svetlana!" the boss walked back to his desk and summoned the secretary again. "Come in and bring some supplies!"

Marina tried to stand up.

"Stay as you are!" the boss snapped.

"Here you go, Konstantin Dmitrievich!" Svetka entered and stared with greedy curiosity at the kneeling Marina. Tears were streaming down Marina's face, mixing with the semen smeared on her cheeks.

"Couldn't find Vaseline. But this cream will do."

What Vaseline? Marina began to tremble finely. The humiliation continued. And Svetka was leering lustfully. Apparently, it wasn't the first time she'd seen something like this. Or maybe she herself regularly played such a role?

"Prepare our new slut," the boss said cheerfully, not embarrassed in the slightest, swinging his cock.

"Stick your ass out, girlfriend!" Svetka slapped Marina's shoulder lewdly and clarified. "Get on all fours!"

Marina obeyed and immediately felt with horror how Svetka's fingers began rubbing and working her anal opening. And this was something she hadn't even done with Anatoly! The boss continued stroking his apparatus. Stanislav kept exclaiming in delight.

"May I also partake of this beauty?" he asked, writhing his whole body.

"Go ahead," the boss graciously permitted.

And before Marina could gather her wits, Stanislav shoved his cock into her mouth. Not as long or thick as the boss's, but no less persistent.

"Ready!" Svetka announced with a malicious laugh and warned. "Seems like virgin territory here!"

"How delightful!" Stanislav rejoiced on the boss's behalf and prudently pulled out his cock, fearing that the unaccustomed employee's teeth might sink into his flesh.

And he wasn't mistaken. Marina clenched her teeth.

"Relax!" the boss panted, using his hands to help push his cock into her ass.

Finally, one of his attempts succeeded.

"You'll even owe me for the enlightenment!" the boss exclaimed and began thrusting. Seeing Marina relax, Stanislav didn't hesitate to position himself at her mouth again.

***

Marina lay on the small sofa in the room meant for the secretary's rest and wept desperately. Svetka was wiping her down with hygienic wipes.

"Why are you so upset?" she said in the voice of an older, more experienced friend, though she was about five years younger. "You're not the first, you won't be the last. But you kept your job. And you'll even get bonuses on the side! Hee-hee!"

"And how often does Konstantin Dmitrievich use the services…" Marina couldn't call herself a prostitute. The word wouldn't come out!

"Rarely!" Svetka laughed. "He's gay! And Slava has been his sexual partner for several years. They're in love. My uncle is quite the pervert!"

So that's why Svetka held this position! Marina took a deep breath. Calmness began to return to her.

"But he liked you," Svetka continued. "Usually he doesn't get involved with girls. Occasionally, like with you, in the ass. But with Stanislav, they always have wild sex."

Marina stood up, looked at herself in the mirror. Time to go to her workstation, won back with such shame! How she wished Svetka would keep her mouth shut! But, that was up to luck. She was so talkative! She was lucky that the boss was her uncle. Otherwise, she'd be on all fours in the office too. Or maybe she had been? Although, her ass wasn't much to look at! Could that tempt a gay man? And she was lucky too! A gay man wouldn't call her into his office every day to relieve tension, would he? He had Slava for that!

"I think he won't touch you again," Svetka pronounced thoughtfully, as if confirming her guesses. "Slava doesn't like it when the boss goes for the same piece of meat twice. He immediately throws jealous scenes! So they'll be using you for clients."

The light dimmed in her eyes. The hope for a better future was dashed! Poor Anatoly! And what kind of family life would there be after this? And she couldn't tell him. What if he found out himself? Though, if he was smart, he'd keep quiet. After all, in the family, she was both the breadwinner and the provider! For now…