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⚠️ Explicit Content Warning
This poetry excerpt from Methlehem contains drug usage, graphic sexual language, and adult themes. Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
On The Job Training by Melodie Yvonne
Got a new job… faked my way in, but I gotta pay out some bail
My old man got nabbed just tryin’ to help and now he is goin’ through hell
So least I can do is start earnin’ my keep and I always know how to slip in
A little white lie and a toss of the hair paired with my “I swallow” grin
Been here a month, got called up to the glass and I’m scared I may done got busted
Shoulda known gettin’ fake piss for the test from CSL couldn’t be trusted
But fuck it I’ll face it I done been through worse and maybe I’ll finally get lucky
I head up the stairs for those giant glass rooms reflectin’ back my face above me
Walk through the dark tinted mirrored glass doors and I finally get a taste of the top
I’m hopin’ I don’t get thrown out on my ass so I gotta give all that I got
My boss throws my background check out on the desk but it sure ain’t the one that I slipped him
Looks like he got someone in the backdoor at the fucking department of corrections
He slides the file in front of my face with a smirk I know all too familiar
Then pulls out a vial and cuts one on top it and throws a rolled 50 down center
I giggle with glee and take it on in while he smirks and then slips me another
Then roughly he pulls me on over to him but I’m already his without struggle
He holds my gaze while his hands wrap my throat and he shoves his tongue into my mouth
I suck it on in and I dry hump his leg while he teasingly gets his cock out
He pulls my skirt up and my thong to the side but I pull back and drop on my knees
I ram it on into the back of my throat while his hips pump like a fuck machine
I gurgle with pleasure and beg him for more while he jerks me up fast by my hair
But just as he bends me down over his desk we hear some steps out on the stairs
I gather my shit and put it together just as the dumb bitch swings the door
Fuck me now I got myself female blue balls I swear I will get that dumb whore
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