Application letter

The dream

“Are you, Angela, ready to beg for it? Will you entrust your gratifications to me?”

He pinched a breast.

A yes escaped through her lips. Ouch, hey that's cheating.

Yet, he continued. A second dash to the other nipple has her whispering another yes.

“Still can't hear you,” he gritted.

Reaching downward, he inserts his middle finger into her core, maneuvering between her clitoris and labia, fingering her pussy with determined velocity.

The lady is in a pile of bliss, at the junction of ecstasy. She twists, legs gripping his hands, greedy for more.

Tears of pleasure slid to coat the bedspread as she swung her head, left to right, scared to experience further euphoria but unwilling to unclasp his fingers.

Such a muscular arm. The other worked to open her up. Her limbs convulsed.

Still, he kept on his dominance, nipple pinching, sucking, and slapping her bouncing breasts. He was all over her, groping without asking. When her arousal sought more, she freed her state of mind and addressed him as her sir.

“YES… Yes. Oh! Jeez. Please, climb, hug me, do it to my core’s release, sir… Sir?”

That drew his attention. He paused from teasing her body. Using his palms, he lifts her chin to meet with his gaze.

“Little butterfly, that's not how this works. To make you climax, my dick would pound into your unused penny. When it gets to your hymen, it will tear it apart, bringing a sting of pain before giving pleasure.”

“Drill into it. Climb already. Rub that meat to align with my core's heat.”

Rex sighed in resignation. At twenty-nine, she still doesn't know it entails more than rubbing.

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Warning

18+

Everyone has always scorned Angela, or so she thought.

Reaching a breaking point and almost quitting after a long period of job hunting and achieving no success? A twist of fate brings Jeremy, her buddy, to rescue her decreasing interest.

After the lengthy call between the pair, his suggestion motivates Angela to apply for a position at the same company he works for.

This time, though, she is determined to put forth a renewed effort into getting hired.

Sounds easy?

Envision being nervous, palms sweating and dripping to the surface of a keyboard.

Angela moves to wipe the sweat off her hands, right on her skirt, her face, a visible picture of apprehension. The tension that comes with writing to the topmost successful communication companies in the Sin-city.

Yup, thought so too.

She has always marveled at Rex-field facilities from afar. With its proud walls, the building stood tall. It has long tugged at her thoughts, to be a part of its servitude. However, inadequate esteem that stemmed from past rejections kept her glued and mind-limited from reaching out to the dream.

Still, she can't believe her friend talked her into giving this a shot.

{Nope, I must not think low of my abilities. Jeremy thinks I'm worthy. I know I am enough. I trust I will receive a positive response this time.}

With her mind made up, the lady keyed in the first alphabet to what would later become her application to the company.

The next day, she and her roommates reviewed the letter's content. It highlighted Angela's adaptability. A skill needed for work management.

Now, all that was left to be done was for her to find the courage to email her documents to the company's mailing address.

“Girl, click on the send button. Dispatch and wait for their response.”

“What do you mean, she should forward and quit reviewing if her draft is up to their standard?”

“Maya, just how many times do we have to go through the paperwork? The expressions are in rhythm, and her skill preferences are recruitable. Angela, are you sure your ex-fiancé didn't pull a string on your career? What was his name again?”

“Ben? You think Benedict is behind her job-hunting failures?”

“Me? I'm just saying the male is influential. Still, I hope you don't dare let that derail you. And Angie? Remember, be prepared to slay this time.”

“Hold on to that thought, Amelia. Can you try not to forget those declines could have incurred her a lowered esteem? What if she doesn't get accepted? Wouldn't that further urge her to give up?”

“Alright, Maya, your opinion is relatable. Still, differentiate between accepting failures and the need to create improvised chances. If she chooses not to send in this request, she has everything to lose. But, if she can click the forward button, she generates an opportunity to market her skills to the employer.”

“Amelia, you are wrong,”

“Oh no, girl, you are the discouraging one.”

“Me? I'm preventing her from further depression. Do you find it humorous to always come home to meet her crying?”

“So what? Those were lessons, not a means to an end.”

“Angela, don't listen to her or Jeremy. If the other companies couldn't hire you, what makes you think Rex-field will contemplate your resume?”

Gosh, the two voices above belong to Angela's friends. Though they sound like the devil and angelic forms of her existence, she still appreciates the duo.

She indeed fears becoming rejected again, but Jeremy's call rekindled her writing zeal. Oh, how demanding and yet passionate she feels when composing words to life. Staying without a job this long, her hands could grow rusty.

The application on her laptop’s screen sends Angela's thoughts into conflict. Still torn between the known and the unknown, closing her eyelids, she made a wish before keying her growth door toward accessibility.

“Now, can you two please knock it off?” Her shout was intense enough to gain their attention, but a glimpse of their faces, Angela, brings her puppy eyes to display.

“Tell me you didn't send that in to get scorned again?”

“Well, yes, I did. It's done. I will either become accepted or face another rejection. Who perceives?” she replied, shuddering her shoulders together.

Her roommates stared at her. Although she's yet to gain employment, there remains a secret, one she couldn't tell her friends. She's a dreamer of good tidings. Being optimistic, she knows it's appropriate to let the doors of opportunities open.

“Look, Maya, I understand your concern. This time, though, Amelia is accurate. It's best to send an application rather than to conclude, Rex-field will also decline my request for an interview.”

“See right there? That's the helluva spirit. But excuse me, just what did you mean I'm assertive about this?” Amelia asked, not finding it funny. Angela, however, squinted her eyes, aiming for the unfriendly appearance at her.

“Before you two can get to arguing who is correct or wrong, could you both pause and allow us to toast to Angela's resilience?”

Maya spoke, diminishing the growing tension between the pair. A look at what her hands presented has Angela and Amelia gasp out their surprise.

“Maya, you didn't have to bring your cherished wine to have us celebrate what could become another job rejection.”

“It's okay, Angie, although I didn't support you sending out the letter, and you two might be the most shitty friends a girl gets. Still, you're also my favorite roommate. I wasn't saving it for myself, but for the day we deserve to share it with merriment.” or to suck up to you, should the big company hire you, she mumbled.

“Angela, isn't this gift a valuable treasure of hers? Has she not spent over fifteen years guiding this drink? No way, this feels awkward to crack its cork open.”

“Maya, you couldn't bring yourself to burst this bottle on your birthday last weekend, don't on my applications account …”

“Which part of my speech did you not note? Girls, grab a glass and quit stalling.”

Amelia was right again, Angela noted. This was too big a gift coming from their roommate. She's always protective of this wine. According to her, she's been securing the drink as long as she was a teen. It's a lasting memory she has of her family and the one thing that survived their household fire, on the day of her parent's demise.