When I got out of high school, my uncle got me a job as a janitor at a place called Area 69. Area 69 is a top-secret military base that not even the President knows it exists. Well, here's my story of my perfect job.
", clean up in every room, but don't go in room #6 in sector 9," my boss said as he was giving me a tour, "Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said as I started to clean out room #5 in sector 9. I found a bunch of cool looking stuff, but like a good janitor I touched nothing. I walked out of the room and looked to see if anyone was around. To my surprise nobody was to be seen, so I quickly walked into room #6. It was a large room with a glass cube in the center. I didn't see why no one was supposed to go in there, but I walked up to the cube to see three men and two women inside, all naked. All of the sudden all of them got up, and, instantly, the men had huge erections, eight to ten inches, at least. I almost fainted, but my zipper on my jumpsuit started to go down. I tried to stop it, but it went all the way down, and my jumpsuit fell to the floor, revealing my slim, yet curvy, body.
I wasn't wearing anything under it, because the scientists said it was for hygienic reasons. The people were staring at me, and I couldn't move. Just then all of them busted a hole through the glass and started to touch me all over. Then they picked me up and brought me to a huge spaceship. |