Khloé only had the job for 3 months; she'd just passed her probation period. It was 20 minutes before the end of her shift. Though she should have waited, Khloé decided to grab a can of cold coffee from the shop floor. A customer asked for assistance. She popped the can into her pocket to not look unprofessional. Meanwhile, her shift had ended. Khloé grabbed her bag and made her way to the tills. Before she could leave the staffroom, her manager, Kam, asked her into his office. 'It seems that you may have forgotten to put a personal item through the till.' 'No, don't worry, I'm on the way to the till to scan it now.' 'Well, it seems like you had a lot of chances to scan it.' 'Well, yeah... I just... wanted to grab my bag!' Her manager went on to tell her that he would have to fire her. Khloé didn't know what to do.

Her mind raced. She had to think. Khloé took a deep breath. She was married but she needed money. She could not believe what she was doing; she offered to suck him off to keep her job. He looked like a ghost. Was he hearing her correctly? His heart thumped. Khloé started to panic. He wasn't saying anything; she thought he looked angry. Kam walked over to his office door. 'He's going to HR,' her mind repeated. Instead of leaving, he locked the door.

He sat in his chair opposite her, his expression conflicted as he explained that he was married and could not accept her offer. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. Khloé felt a mix of confusion and frustration; His suggestion—that maybe if she showed off for him a bit, it wouldn’t be so bad—made her stomach drop. She felt like she was being pushed into a corner.

Khloé hadn't meant for things to go this way; the incident had been a genuine mistake, never an intentional act of theft. A creeping sense of exploitation weighed heavily on her, leaving her torn between the decision to stay or leave. On one hand, the idea of finding a new job felt daunting—after all, it had taken her nearly nine exhausting months to secure this position. But on the other, staying seemed to mean sacrificing her integrity. Maybe it would be easier to simply give in and give him what he wanted, rather than fight an uphill battle she wasn't sure she could win.

What kind of show did he want? He told her to remove her trousers. She felt outraged. Yes, she had offered head, but this was different. This was her pussy, it was her husband's plaything, no one else. It occurred to her later that for the same reasons Kam didn't want to put his cock in her mouth. She wasn't his wife.

It was either this or trying to explain at home why she was fired. Even if she did accept being fired, her husband would definitely ask questions. Then he would find out about the blowie offer, and her whole life would go to shit. It looked like there was no choice.

Khloé pushed her trousers from under her plump bum and down her legs to her knees. Still sitting in the chair, she pushed herself forward, her legs fell open, revealing her black thong to Kam. Her hands fell onto her thighs. She looked away, anywhere but at him. The thin material disappeared between her lips. He could clearly see that she was smooth around her lips and bum. He gazed at the see-through front. Kam could see that she had dark trimmed hair along the top of her puffy mons.

She thought her ordeal was coming to an end. Kam undid his fly and pushed his hand inside his trousers. He pulled his penis out and stroked it gently. "And the thong," Khloé huffed but did as he had asked. She peeled her underwear down and pushed it to her knees as well. Having been on her feet working for 6 hours at this point, her frankly sweaty vagina was out for him to see.

Kam masturbated quickly, never breaking gaze from between her thighs. Khloé could hear the slap of his cock as she stared at the rotas. Curiosity started to get the better of her; she very quickly stole a look. He wasn't huge, but he was hard, very hard. She kept looking. 'If you open your lips I'll cum quicker,' he said. Begrudgingly, Khloé reached down and pulled her lips apart, revealing her pink hole. She was not turned on by Kam, but she was incredibly turned on by being desired in such a filthy way. Kam began to shoot cum all over his hand and lap, Khloé's pussy twitched as he came, but she managed to stifle her groan so he wouldn't know she'd felt something good.

The manager caught his breath quickly and tried to cover himself as post-nut clarity kicked in. He realized just what he had done as Khloe scrambled to pull up her thong and trousers. Panic rushed through him. 'You better go, I'll arrange for some extra hours for you or something. If you tell no one, I'll make sure it's overtime rate,' he stuttered nervously. Khloé gathered her things. 'I'll think about it, I might need something else one day. I'll let you know,' she didn't want to push her luck so she got out of there, but she walked away thinking she would definitely get her own back one day.