Job Opportunity?
'Miss Drake,
We regret to inform you that due to recent missed payments, your power will be shut off...'
Barb groaned and threw the letter aside. Part of her wanted to cry, and part wanted to scream for letting her mother talk her into dropping out of college to join her in that so-called 'business opportunity' she claimed would be great for them both. Needless to say, she wasn't happy about losing the chance to become a professional chef just because that woman wanted them both to be strippers.
Now, because of that, she was broke four days out of the week, behind on rent, and since dropping out put a black mark on her resume, left her stuck at a shitty little convenience store that cost more to get to then it paid! It didn't help that her mom called every couple of days to brag about her pay, thinking it'd get her to come join her.
'I am NOT shaking my tits at strangers for a paycheck!' Barb growled to herself, snatching up the recent want ads, hoping she could find something. "Let's see...Librarian...not qualified and I can never resist taking a nap when I'm in there. Pizza delivery...no car...computer repair...college required...shit." She was about to toss the paper aside when an ad in the corner caught her eye.
'Wanted: Live-in domestic; cleaning (vacuuming, dusting, polishing, laundry primarily) moderate repair knowledge recommended, cooking skills a bonus. Must be willing to stand for long periods, able to work with others, and possibly work in slightly unfavorable weather. Room and Board, monthly pay, Five-on/Two-off work weeks, holidays off with pay.'
The dragoness' eyes lit up at that. A place to stay AND pay? And all she had to do was be a cleaning lady? She quickly tore the ad out of the paper and did a whoop of joy, taking another look at the address and contact information. "The Sparkle mansion. Isn't that that big old place outside town? Ah, who cares! I got a chance!" She ran over to the phone, calling the listed number. "Hello?...Yes, this is Barb Drake, I'm calling about the live-in domestic job. 'Please say it's still open!'...I have no problem being on my feet a lot.....No, moving there is fine! I don't any problem with that what-so-ever!...Sure, I can be there in a couple of hours, no problem...Great! I'll be there." As soon as she hung up, Barb squealed gleefully. "YES! Take that, Mom!"
After making a quick tally of what to bring with her and what to sell, Barb changed into jeans and a sweater that she hoped looked presentable. Since it was a few miles away, and the piece of crap she had the misfortune of calling her car was almost dead, she had to take the bus. The trip itself wasn't too bad, aside from the fact that by the time she arrived, she could hear a rumble of thunder in the distance.
"Well, they definitely like privacy." She told herself, looking at the way the teen foot high hedges ran around the property. The fact there was an iron fence that stuck out at spots helped drive that home.
Approaching the front gate, Barb realized that the place was...well, a little intimidating. Setting on what looked like three or four acres, the three story manor had a slightly gloomy feel to it, even with the sun out. The metal squeak of the gate didn't really help the scene when she opened it, or the constricting feel the hedge-boarded walkway to the front entrance gave her as she made her way to the front door. Large double doors greeted her when she finally arrived at the porch, both with old-style knockers. She couldn't help but wince at the loud clang when she knocked.
"Hello?" A soft female voice spoke up from the intercom by the door.
"Um, I'm Barb Drake...here about the job." She responded.
"Come in. We're in the drawing room, just off the entry hall to your left." It took a little bit of pushing, but she managed to get the door open.
The inside, while fairly normal looking for a manor room, still didn't help the gloomy feel of the place. While it was somewhat bright inside, the dark-colored walls and floor made it feel barely lit. Barb found herself wondering how anyone could live here. 'Maybe they just find it comfortable...' She told herself, narrowly avoiding walking into a piece of statuary before finding the door. 'Ok, Barb, just keep your cool and be polite.' She pushed the door open. "Hello? I-" Her voice faltered and her cheeks pinked at what she saw inside.
While the drawing room was lighter-colored, it was the three unicorn mares lounging on the sofa that had her full attention. All of them were close to a foot taller than her, and one had a broken horn. Their attire, though, was what really had her staring.
"I was almost worried no one would answer the ad." The one who spoke in the intercom said. She was lavander with a dark blue mane, and wearing a sweater...with nothing else if her bare legs were any indication. The one beside her, dark orchid with a dark red, mowhawk styled mane, had even less on in the form of tiny red jogging shorts and an equally small t-shirt that was blatantly transparent, allowing Barb a view of her plump-looking breasts. The third...orange with a red and yellow mane, was naked save for a see-through pink nightie that bared her curves for all.
"Kinda...kinda surprised myself..." Barb managed to get out, silently praying that her pants would be able to hide her slowly growing arousal.
"Well, not many jump at a job cleaning. Now, I believe introductions are needed. I'm Twilight Sparkle, this is Tempest Shadow and Sunset Shimmer."
"H-hi." She said, gulping slightly when she felt the tent trying to form.
"Ok, let's see...your qualifications..."
"Um, well, I've cleaned up my own place more than once, and was learning to be a professional cook before I left college due to a rather bad decision. As for standing a lot, I'm working at the local Fuel'n'Fries...nine to nine shifts, so there's that."
"Good...good." The one named Sunset leaned forward a bit, her breasts jiggling slightly from the movement. "Now, we have a few questions that might seem a little...personal. We just want to be sure you'll be comfortable with the work environment. First off: how comfortable are you with exhibitionism?"
Barb blinked. 'Wait, are...are they asking if I'd...' Her blush deepened at the idea of actually being seen like that. "Um, heh...w-well, I'm up for anything once. Went to a nude beach for my eighteenth birthday." 'Should I tell about loosing my virginity that same day...?'
"Ooh, now THAT answer I like. Ok, next question: how do you feel about being touched?"
'Guess they're talking about hugs and stuff.' Barb shrugged. "Don't really mind, long as it's not to scare the crap out of me. I have a habit of throwing punches when I'm scared."
"I think we can work with that. Next: your sexual preferences. This is mostly just in case there's a...'guest' or so over so there's no uncomfortable or awkward moments."
"Oh um...well, I'm more attracted to girls if that counts."
"That works. Now, it's probably obvious that we're rather relaxed..." Sunset ran a hand over her breast, pinching her nipple slightly. "How experienced are you when it comes to spontaneity?"
"Huh..?' Barb stared at the nub, still between Sunset's fingers. "Oh! Uh, um...does getting a blowjob at that nude beach count?"
"Blowjob?" Tempest joined Sunset in leaning in. "Does that mean what I think it does?"
"You're a futa?" The interest in Twilight's voice was unmistakable.
"Well, yeah..." Barb shrugged. "Been told it's nothing to be...ashamed of-"
"You're hired!" The three mares declared in unison.