Jennifer slammed the door shut behind her walking over to her computer and turning it on. Her computer was almost always on and signed onto the internet even if she wasn't chatting or surfing she just liked to keep up on her email as much as possible.

While her computer was turning on and going through all of the set-up procedures she unbuttoned her shirt tossing it on the floor as she walked into what passed as a kitchen. It wasn't even an entirely separate room. Instead it was separated by a countertop that had her sink built into it and cupboards above. She reached in grabbing her bottle of rum and held it up to the light. Not much left, just enough really. "She opened it tossing the top aside before walking back to her computer and taking a swig.

The first thing she did once she was on the net was check her email, not that she expected to find anything there. Just like before it was just a random collection of junk emails so she deleted them all and took another swallow of her rum.

A half hour later the bottle was nearly empty and she still didn't feel any better about her termination. Jennifer had managed to lose all of her clothing though at the command of her adoring public. She was mostly ignoring them at the moment as she randomly surfed from site to site for nothing in particular.

This sucks. So boring. I should have asked him if there was something I could do to keep my job. The one thought that had entered her mind after she'd starting drinking was that Jason was a man. Of course he'd been staring at her tits through her blouse. Of course he'd wanted to see her on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock, or maybe he'd prefer to have had her leaned over the table with her cute rump in the air while he pumped his cock into her. Either way I'd still have my job.

Rising unsteadily to her feet Jennifer and stumbled over to her bed laying down and retrieving her diary. The fluffy pink pen was resting right next to it and was in her hand soon enough.

Dear Diary, you won't believe what happened today. I went into work and that fucking bastard Jason fired me. I didn't even do anything wrong, I wasn't late or disrespectful or anything like that. Instead I was in the middle of doing go-backs and I didn't take a customer five feet away to put his hand on a can of vegetables. It was that stupid. Jason didn't even ask what happened, he didn't care. He just handed me my paperwork and sent me home. Right now I'm drunk off my cute lil behind trying my best to forget what happened. I'll tell you what I wish had happened.

I wish Jason been standing when I entered the room. He would have walked over to me and closed the door behind me standing over me. He's so tall, I'd be terrified to have his eyes glaring down at me, starting at my face then moving down lingering on my tits, then again on my ass before stepping away from me. "Do you know why you're here?" He'd ask.

I'd look up at him and innocently shake my head even though I knew it wasn't good. He'd show me the stack of papers and tell me how he was going to have to let me go. I'd reach up and loosen my tie smiling as I leaned forward. "Isn't there something I could do to keep my job?" I'd ask suggestively unbuttoning my shirt at the same time.

Sweat would start to form on his forehead as he watched me undressing. Part of him would want me to stop, what he was about to do was wrong. That part wouldn't win out of course, what man would be able to resist my smooth flesh. He'd see the black lacy bra I'd chosen, a half-cup that barely covered my hard nipples. "Something I could do for you that would make you forget all this paperwork. You'd be able to see the conflict in his eyes as he swallowed loosening his own tie as the temperature continued to rise.

By now I would have gotten the shirt completely off, it would just be my bra covering my tits and my black tie hanging between them. I'd undo the clasp of my trousers but then I'd notice he still hadn't moved. Jason would be completely frozen in awe, unable to tell me to stop but equally unable to beg me to continue. The only part of him to have moved since I spoke was his cock, I could see it had hardened in his pants pushing against the fabric. I hate seeing a man in such obvious discomfort so I would walk over to him and reach down boldly gripping his manhood.

Jason would gasp just because I touched him, he'd wriggle in my grasp as I took his pants down to his ankles, his plain white boxers following shortly afterwards. "Maybe if I suck you off?" Jason would just stare blankly at me as I sank down to my knees holding his thick meaty cock in my hand.

"Please." He'd whisper watching me lean forward and lick at his balls. Like most guys he wouldn't have bothered to shave down there so I'd only take a single lick. Just enough to see him jump like guys always do when you hit that spot under their sack. From there I'd move up and wrap my lips around his cock. His knees would instantly turn to jelly, his hands on resting on my shoulders for support as I quietly sucked his cock.

Jason would be squeezing on my shoulders as I bobbed up and down. He'd be biting down on his lip as he tried to keep from moaning. Remember there would be people, customers and coworkers right on the other side of the door. With the thin walls they could hear every bit of every conversation inside the room. If somebody was standing with their ear against the door they'd be able to hear the wet slurping sound I made each time I went down on him.

The first warning I'd get would be that salty taste of pre-cum oozing from the tip of his prick. Then he'd be squeezing down on my shoulders gently pumping his hips against me. He'd accidently moan as he lost control, pulling me toward him as he thrust a little harder. I'd be able to feel his cock beginning to throb in my mouth as he got closer to cumming. Jason's eyes would shoot open then suddenly clench shut as he came flooding my mouth.

I'd stay for a long moment letting his spasming cock finish blasting my tonsils before I'd pull him out. He'd be able to see his cum pooled on my tongue while I squeezed the last drops of man goo from his balls onto my tongue. Then I'd swallow Jason's sperm, smiling the entire time.

He'd stand there in awe as I walked over to the paperwork on me. "We won't need this anymore will we?" Jason would shake his head and watch me feed them to the shredder.

Jennifer finished scribbling in her diary slapping it shut and tossing it back up on her dresser before rolling onto her back. She glanced at the bottle giggling softly as she realized there was only a few swallows left in it. "Wow, no more." Not that she really needed any more liquor, she nearly knocked the bottle over as she clutched it in her hand. After a brief moment to regain her balance she tipped the bottle back flooding her mouth with the coconut flavored rum and swallowing it. She was drunk enough that she didn't even feel the liquid burning her throat, it was just pleasant when it hit her stomach. Useless. She thought staring at the now empty bottle letting it fall from her hand to the floor below.

"You've got mail!" A mechanical voice sounded from across the room.

"Probably just junk." Jennifer slurred getting to her feet anyway and making her way uneasily to the computer.

Much to her surprise it wasn't junk. It was from a man who called himself Maddogg. It read:

Jennifer Michaels,

I have recently come across your pictures on the internet and I have an offer for you. Not what you're looking for, I don't work for RDL or EA. I'm not even in the porn industry per se. I actually run a small time wrestling league called the West Coast Wrestling Fedaration (WCWF). We are a very small organization but we are rapidly growing. I wouldn't be able to pay much for your time, but it would be a steady paycheck. We can talk numbers later. A woman of your caliber is exactly what I need to elevate the WCWF from bush leagues to the majors.

Michael "Maddogg" King.

Normally Jennifer wasn't the kind of person who was prone to believing that the world had some sort of purpose. Things weren't destined to happen a certain way and there was no greater power staring down from overhead taking care of all the good girls and punishing the naughty. Right now, reading that email she was reduced to the belief that led her to utter. "Thank God." And then hastily typed out her response for more information.