A friend of mine recently became unemployed like me. She was feeling down and out and was looking for options. She wanted to go to some jobs event and convinced me to go along with her.
I really didn't want to go but she was convincing. She was a beautiful chubby blonde girl with big blue eyes, long blonde hair and huge tits. She was hard to say no to. Despite all my attempts to reason with her, she still wanted to go and have me around for support. I went along with her.
It was nice to hang around with her again. She tied her beautiful blonde hair in a corporate looking bun. It had been that way since before the Great Recession. She was lucky enough to have a job during all that time. However, I hadn't seen her lovely hair down in years...
The jobs event was held in a fancy hotel ballroom. This hotel was in a part of the city that was inaccessible by affordable public transportation. Instead we had to go halves on extortionate taxi fares. As we approached the hotel in the taxi, I looked over at her. Her face was full of hope. If only she knew...
The place was full of stock photo models on gaudy booth banners and companies with very vague functionality to society. The attendees were all job zombies. It was a nightmare. My friend started seeing the light when she saw the job zombies get on their knees and worship the companies at their booths. She clung to me, my arm sinking into her soft beautiful breasts. She asked me what was going on and I told her this was what they expected us to do nowadays.
The job zombies started approaching us. "Aaaaaare you iiiiiiiinterested in ouuuuuur companyyyyy" they would drone, handing out fliers and asking for too much information. We had to break out. We took a stack of the heaviest brochures and started flinging them at faces. It didn't kill the job zombies, but it bought us enough time to escape. My friend called for another taxi.
On leaving the hotel, my friend unclasped her hair and let her lush golden locks flow all the way down her back. "Let's get outta here!" she said, holding my hand. We got into the taxi and went for dinner in a more civilised place.
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