It now seems particularly unfortunate that Trixie skipped the Sexual Harassment class.
Trixie looked up with the first hope in a while. In the dimly lit room and the desk light in her face, Trixie only saw Mr. Watson’s face in part shadow. She scanned it anxiously for a hint of sympathy or compassion. She could detect none of these.
Then she saw him undo his belt and unzip and lower his pants. His belly and shirt stuck far over his crotch and his hairy legs.
“Well, then. Based on what you’ve admitted,” his voice has a hard edge to it, “you must know how this game works.” “Come over here, slut, and get on your knees. I want to see what you learned from being a slut for those boys. Perhaps you are good enough to earn a pass for your stinking grades.” Trixie’s soft face, looking up, pleading for mercy fed his arousal. Oh yes, he thought. This bitch would be good enough!
For a long moment, Trixie just stared wide-eyed in horror as she realized this pig wanted her to give him a blow job to graduate. How could a senior supervisor at FSI demand such a thing? She should tell him to go to hell!
But Trixie’s fear had gripped her heart. He had just finished having her recite all of her family’s flaws and her own shameful actions. He was offering to let her graduate if she satisfied him. What other choice did she have? She was already failing, or nearly so. All her doubts growing up, and her fears of not being good enough for a place like this flooded back and overwhelmed the girl. If her shameful background was revealed to the administration, she would be gone. Trixie was just one more rotten piece of “Trailer Park Trash” that deserved to be left out for the garbage. If those on her team learned the facts, they would be embarrassed to ever have been associated with a bastard child of a drug dealer and a whore.
What if she refused, she thought. What would happen? Maybe she could report him. Could she even do that? Were new candidates even allowed to complain about supervisors? And if she did, who would believe her? Her experience in life was that the man was always believed to be innocent, or at the least, just ‘boys will be boys.’ The girl was assumed to be a slut who seduced him. And Trixie was just Trailer Park Trash; she'd said it herself. Dr. Reedy’s report showed she was a a promiscuous slut from the most immoral background imaginable. Everyone would think she was making up an accusation because she was failing. No one would believe a lowlife from Branchwater against this man, whom everyone admired and respected. Even if he suffered any consequences, she would still be ruined!
"Are you going to try to convince me to graduate you, or do you want to go back to the dorm and pack your bags?" Tom asked, waving an official-looking form. "This is a GSA 3162, Security Termination with Continuing Prejudice Form. It dismisses you from the State Department. If I file this, not only will you be gone, but you will be barred from ever working for the Federal Government again." Trixie's mouth dropped, and she gasped at seeing a paper that would end her hopes of a career.
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Tom leered at the terrified girl. "And this kind of dismissal will show up on any employment background check. No reputable employer would ever hire you when they see this.”
“Oh, God! Please no!” she held up her hands in suplication, begging for him to show her some mercy.
“You will be done for any professional job anywhere.” Watson smiled and sneered, “Of course you could try following in your father’s footsteps and take up drug-dealing.”
Trixie bit her hand and shook her head violently, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.
“Or, with your looks and your body, you could get a job at a cheap strip club, sucking dicks under the tables for five-dollar tips.” Trixie violently shock her head no! “And if you truly want a career, you can follow your mother’s footsteps and be a full time whore. Though I suspect that in Branchwater, where the High School girls all give it away for free, that whores don’t make much money unless they are willing to indulge their clients' more, how shall we say, unpleasent tastes.” Tom laughed out loud.
Trixie, her face bright pink with emotion, was almost hysterical.
"If, on the other hand, you want a good job in the State department, you will get over here. You will get on your FUCKING knees and wrap your sweet slut lips around my cock like a nice whore. DO IT NOW!" Tom barked out the order.
Trixie jumped at his raised voice and went from the chair to her knees and crawled over in front of the fat man. She looked at his gross belly, stretching his shirt and his dark boxers, and gagged, thinking of the joke that Dolly had told about not being able to find his willy for a blow job. Now she would have to live that horror.
Trixie reached up and grasped his shorts on each side and peeled them down his fat, hairy legs. Watson’s prick popped out , standing at half-staff, seeming to threaten the redhead.
“This shouldn’t be anything new to slutty white trash like you. You take good care of me here, girl,” he said, stroking his enlarging cock.