All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives".nnI stand in front of the tall, smoke-glassed building, clutching my portfolio containing my resume and other sundry job-hunting items. My knees grow weak as I realize this is probably the last and final interview before I become another statistic in the latest government unemployment census.nn****nnStepdaddy stands over me, his large, knobby cock a few inches from my face. Looking down on me, his brow knit in consternation, he strokes himself a few times, cum pouring out of the end of his bulbous, purple head. Absent-mindedly, he wipes himself off on my forehead, warm sticky sperm smears across my eyebrow. nn"That'll do pig, that'll do," he whispers, as he pushes the head down to my lips.nn"Suck it clean, like a good girl, that's it, just like that. You've earned yourself a little ice cream ??“ lick up the floor first, then you can help yourself."nnHe pats my head like an obedient dog, and zips up his trousers.nn****nnI shudder, bringing myself back to unfortunate reality. I escaped Stepdaddy and survived, even excelled, for six whole years. I landed a great sales job in the big city-- health insurance, bonuses, a 401k plan, all the good stuff. nnIt all came crashing down about six months ago, when I became part of the "big layoff."nnAfter cashing in my 401k (and taking a nasty hit from the IRS), I had a little over $20,000 in savings to last me until I found a new job. nnAt first I partied my ass off, not really worried about making ends meet -- I mean, I had enough cash in the bank to last a few years, right? Wrong. A big wrong.