The Perfect Job
By DX
Copyrighted, 2003, 1/2025, all rights reserved. Story or art may not be used without permission.
Sandy stared at the massive lock and hasp crudely bolted on the door to her flat, and the eviction notice taped where everyone in the building could read it. They couldn't do this to her! It wasn't fair! Miss a few months of rent and they lock you out?
She leaned against the wall, and as her defiant will ebbed from her, she slid slowly to the floor. It was Mum and Dad's fault, clearly. They had unceremoniously cut her off. Funds for grades, they said. Stop the parties, hit the books, do well in school and we'll send money.
Sandy frowned as her defiant will filled again. Screw them! She decided. She wasn't going to perform when they waved money at her and that was that. She'll get a job, that'll show them!
She checked the hall, then crawled over to her neighbor's flat and snagged the newspaper lying on the door step. Retreating back to her side, she quickly opened up to the classifieds. Her brilliant idea slowly dimmed as employers all looked for either experience or education. She frowned. Where was a 21 year old almost college grad to get that?
She skipped over any job description that had the words, 'energetic', or 'go getter'. That sounded like too much work.
Tucked away somewhere near the bottom was the dream job:
For immediate hire:
Live in caretaker for her Lady's hounds. No experience necessary. Love for dogs a plus. Full Medical, benefits, travel and competitive salary. Apply in person.
Sandy loved dogs! Actually, she liked dogs. She mostly tolerated dogs when she didn’t hate them outright, which was rare, but how hard could it be to chase the buggers off the couch and take them for walkies twice… once a day?
Sandy ripped the ad out and piled the disheveled paper back on her neighbor's doorstep and headed out.
The long cab ride dropped her off at the front gate of the mansion. Having no money, she offered to pay the driver with a hand job. The cabbie scoffed and told her it would be a blow or he'd call the cops. Reluctantly, she leaned into the front seat and laid her head over his crouch. He grabbed her small neck with his heavy ham hock hand and shoved her down, fucking her face. Sandy did everything in her power to make him come before he choked her to death, then thought she would die when she felt his spunk hit the back of her throat.
She couldn't even spit it up!
When he was done, he laughed and held out his card and told her to call him if she needed a ride back. She leapt out of the car to get away, desperately trying not to vomit all over him.
As the driver sped off, she gacked at the base of a tree for several minutes, forcing herself to vomit before heading off down the long, curving driveway to the mansion far off in the distance.
At the towering front doors, Sandy spent several minutes looking for the door bell. Finding it, she pressed it once and listened to it chime.
When the door finally opened, Sandy was hit with a rich smell that she couldn't place, like the smell when she changed her bicycle tire. She smiled at the tall woman standing at the door, but had to back up a few steps to see past her volumous breasts that protruded from the woman's frame like a cliff. Her small and obviously corseted waist only accentuated her stunning look. Her dress ran from her stiff stock collar, tightly across her bosom to her nipped waist, spanning across her shapely hips, and dropped like a guillotine to a millimeter above the floor. Her handsome face frowned as she looked down.
Sandy felt positively tiny. "Um, hi? I'm here for the job?" She held up the crumpled and torn newspaper ad. "Dog Trainer?"
Sandy had wore her cut off shirt that did little to hide her small but shapely breasts, showed off her defined midriff complete with pierced belly button, and her tight blue jean hot pants that accented her cute butt and her muscular gymnast legs that were capped in winter white bobby socks and tinsy, tiny tennis shoes. While not job interview attire, she had figured that no stuffy butler could resist her large innocent eyes, impish pug nose and permanent pouty lips.
Sandy hadn't figured on being interviewed by a woman, and a well endowed woman at that.
The woman smiled tenderly. "My name is Madeleine. Won't you please come in?"
Sandy followed her, amazed that a woman with such a stiff uniform could move with grace. "I'm currently in college for animal psychology." Sandy exaggerated. She was currently studying Liberal Arts with a focus on philosophy. "I've worked as a veterinary assistant, uh, in another state.” She added, despite never working a day in her life.
Madeleine continued to glide along. "The job will require you to be on site 24 hours a day. Lady Eleanor wishes her hounds to have access to you freely."
Sandy thought that was a bit extreme. "Ooooh Kay." She said peering at her sneakers. Something was squeaking as they walked along. "That's fine I guess. I'm on leave from school and between residences right now." Sandy pulled a piece of paper from her back pocket and unfolded it. "Uh, here's my resume, I didn't have time to type it and stuff."
Madeleine took the note book paper without looking at it. "I'm sure it will be fine." She said as they entered a sitting room. There was a woman sitting at a small table, typing away at a lap top. She had startling blue plastic hair and exotic makeup that highlighted her obviously beautiful features. She wore a royal blue business suit made entirely of latex. Madeleine handed her the resume.
"Diane, this is Sandy's resume, she is applying for the hound companion position." Madeleine placed the paper in Diane's hand.
Sandy watched Diane's careful movements, her face's unchanging pleasant expression. She watched the way her eyes held a constant thousand yard stare and realized she was blind.
Diane took the resume and placed it in a scanner and as the OCR processed the page, Diane donned head phones and listened to the resume from the optical reader.
Sandy looked up as something flashed across the hall. For a moment, Sandy could have sworn the maid who was dressed in nothing but a bustier and a little cap tiptoed across the hall. "Uh, does everyone have to wear, uh, such unique uniforms?"
"Her ladyship is a fashion designer. She works in many mediums." Madeline explained. "You're not allergic to latex, are you?"
Sandy had never heard of such a thing. She thought about all the times she had sex. She always insisted on condoms and never had a problem with it. "I don't think so. I'm not going to have to wear a suit or a corset, will I?"
Madeline scoffed. "Heavens no! You'll be working with dogs. A business suit or corset would be inappropriate." Madeline continued her lead. "You're not living with your parents then?" She asked, changing the subject.
Sandy was looking around for what was squeaking. "No, they're uh, out of state. I'm on my own."
Madeleine raised her eyebrows. "Excellent. When can you move in?"
Sandy was amazed! Job hunting was easy! "I've got everything with me right now. Salary? Vacation?"
"Your salary will be placed in escrow for you for one year with interest. Minus room and board of course. As for vacation, Lady Eleanor takes her hounds with her and you'll be going along. Very exotic places." Sandy followed Madeline into the kitchen. "You'll be eligible for promotion to the stables in a year. Do you like horses?"
"Do I?" Sandy imaged riding bareback across the manicured lawns, the wind in her short, curly blonde hair. It was worth a year putting up with dogs for that. How hard could that be? "I'm your girl!" She watched her feet as she walked, trying to figure out where the squeaking was coming from.
"There is one small test." Madeline said leading the way.
Dread filled Sandy but it vanished when she looked up at another maid. She was bald, her cap seemingly glued to the top of her head and dressed in only a royal blue corset and matching neck brace. Most surprising was the unnatural shine to her skin. The maid turned as they approached and Sandy gasped. The maids face was covered with a blue rubber mask. Her pretty eyes could be see through the large goggles.
Sandy realized she was completely sealed in Latex.
The maid turned, balanced elegantly on her ballet shoed feet and disappeared into the pantry. Sandy watched her go. "Her Ladyship does a lot of work in rubber."
"Its all the fashion rave nowadays." Madeline said simply as she opened the back door. "Saturn! Jupiter!" She called.
Sandy, hid behind Madeline as she watched two Doberman-Rottweiler mixed dogs. They moved like barracudas, straight and fast, and flashed across the lawn.
"Go on." Madeline encouraged. "We have to see how they take to you."
Sandy tried to hide the shake in her knees as she stepped forward, watching the two dogs charging at her. Their short, gleaming black fur glistened from their lean, rippling muscle bound bodies. They were almost a blur as they ran effortlessly. Their eyes, hard flecks of mica were fixed on Sandy. Their faces were sharp as they ran with smooth grace, as if they could run forever.
Sandy clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering as she flushed the thought of being torn to shreds out of her mind.
Madeline was there, what could go wrong?
Sandy patted her thighs. “Come on boys, come on!" She tried not to be afraid, dogs could smell fear.
Grim and unabashed, they leapt at Sandy.
Sandy closed her eyes wincing, and waited for the first bite.
Their front paws were on her shoulders. They stood taller than her and their cold noses sniffed her golden spun hair intently, tickling her. "Ah! Okay, down boys." Sandy laughed as the two bounced around her excitedly, their tails wagging so hard their bodies shook. Even on all fours they were almost as tall as she. "Good boys! Good boys!" Sandy petted them both. Suddenly they lunged for her crotch, sniffing excitedly, each once trying to bat the other out of the way for a better sniff. "Hey, get outta there!" Sandy said as they almost lifted her off her feet.
"Saturn! Jupiter!" Madeline ordered and the dogs instantly complied, sitting stock still and looking up at the woman expectantly. "Go play." She said with a slight nod of her head and the two dogs turned and ran out into the yard.
Madeline turned back inside. "Excellent, they've taken a liking to you." Madeline slowly made her way down a flight a stairs. "You may start immediately."
Sandy shrugged as she followed. "Well, I have a natural thing with animals." She said. "So, just show me where the leash and popper scooper is."
"They get plenty of exercise running the ground and the gardener handles the scooping." Madeline explained as they reached the bottom.
The bottom of the stairs opened to a large, concrete room, sterile and harsh. Large metal dog bowls, one labeled 'Jupiter', the other 'Saturn' and a large dog bed were out on the floor along with rubber chew bones and squeak toys. The maid that Sandy had seen upstairs had her back to them and was working with something at the table. She turned as they approached holding a metal bowl in her hands, the name 'Sandy' was stenciled on it.
Sandy smiled dryly. "Cute." She looked up at Madeline. "Well, then, just show me where the stuff is to clean the kennels." She said, trying to hide her pain at the thought of cleaning.
"Oh, no!" Madeline said. "Lucy here cleans the kennels."
"Oh," Sandy said. "Well, the, uh, hounds are obviously well trained so, what exactly is my job?"
"Hmm? Oh, just entertain them. Play with them. Keep them happy."
Sandy couldn't believe it was that easy. "That's it? Just give them a bone?"
Madeline thought. "More like they give you a bone."
Sandy's face flashed confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Here, I'll show you." Madeline smiled brightly. Suddenly Sandy was seized from behind and her arms pinned tightly. Before she could react, she was hoisted in the air. Sandy kicked and struggled, but Lucy held her firmly in a bear hug. Madeline snatched a handful of Sandy's bushy hair and as the girl tried to scream, stuffed a fat, rubbery hollow tube gag against her teeth. Madeline pushed, forcing her jaw wider, and stretching it until Sandy thought something would break until it slipped in. It was little relief as the pain of her jaw being stretched beyond its limits quickly went from throbbing to flaring.
Madeline wasn't done as she wriggled and wretched the thing to get the flanges behind her lips and cheeks and in front of her gums. Once it was settled, Sandy could move her tongue but she couldn't even think about closing her mouth, let alone spitting out the gag. She could only drool uncontrollably.
And scream.
With confused, panicked eyes, she screamed.
They ignored her.
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