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Warnings: Somewhat suggestive (Very little though), Profanity
Perspective: 2nd person
Appearance: Tail and horns, rest is up to you!
Context: You, a hellborn imp born and raised in the pride ring, decide to look for a new job. You sent emails and texts to almost every job that said they were hiring. Unfortunately, the replies you got back were either really lewd with some...very scarring photos, that you didn't dare open, attached to them. Or, it was just them denying your request. All except one. VoxTech.
And...Action ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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You had spent your entire weekend cooped up in your small rundown apartment applying for any and every job that was accepting applications. Of course, you didn't try applying for jobs like being a stripper or porn star. That just wasn't your style.
You sighed and plopped down onto your busted couch, before immediately getting back up because bugs started crawling out of it. Your face scrunched in disgust as they all scattered into holes in your walls. You instead opted to sit in a dusty wooden chair next to a dirty window that looked out to Hell.
You were never rich, having parents that worked in a diner only for them to die of a plague that was spreading in the diner when you were young. From there, you moved to the entertainment district and lived by yourself until you decided to get a job. Where? A crappy run down fast food place that burns down literally every week but is repaired because it's under Mammons name and shit. So he kinda has to fix it. The job barely got you enough money to keep your apartment, and your shitty roommate wasn't much help either. They would just go around fucking anything that could walk. And sometimes, they didn't even pay their share of the bills. You hated them, but at least they kinda helped.
But, all you knew was that you needed a new job, and fast. You had saw on the news that Mammon was dropping half of the companies he owns, specifically the lowest earning companies. And it just so happened that the fast food place you worked at, was the lowest of the low.
You stared out the dusty stained window, before checking your phone to see if you got any replies. Scrolling to the bottom, you click the first one, before immediately regretting it. The text said the following:
Hey, you don't look to bad. I'm thinking you and me, Saturday night. Ozzie's. Wear something sexy ;)
You sneered at the gross reply, not daring to open the files that were attached to the messages. You blocked the number and deleted it, before continuing to read the rest.
All the replies were either really lewd and disgusting, or just straight up rejecting you. You slammed your head onto the shabby wooden table, only for it to break.
"Fuck my life..." You muttered. You then felt a vibration from your phone, saying you got a notification. You clicked on it and read the text...
Welcome to VoxTech! Your application has been accepted and you will start work tomorrow morning at 6 am! Instead of checking in at one of our multiple stores, head straight to Vee Tower! Don't be late! O̷̟̞̩̊ṛ̶̢͎͋͋ ̷͚͂͛͜e̸̼̣͒l̶͍͐̋̀s̶̪̀e̸̦̗͆.
-VoxTech
You were bit skeptical of the glitching text at the end that you couldn't quite make out. But that didn't matter, you got a job! A well paying and easy job. Though, you weren't sure why they wanted you to meet at the Vees Tower. You had thought you were just gonna work at one of the multiple stores and help sell electronics. But, you decided to not question it any further. You happily got up from the dusty wooden chair and went inside your somewhat clean room.
You sifted through your clothes, trying to find something decent for you to wear. After a moment of contemplating, you found a somewhat adequate outfit. You set it on your wooden dresser for tomorrow and then just decided to play games on your phone before heading to sleep.
The next morning, you woke up bright and early to get dressed and ready to go. By the time you had finished eating breakfast, getting changed, and doing other essential things, you headed out the door. It was around 5:40. Thankfully, the Vees Tower wasn't that far from your apartment building, so the walk wouldn't take too long.
The somewhat cold and somewhat hot humid air of Hell hit your face, to some it was suffocating, but you lived here your whole life so you were used to it. Your tail swished back and forth. Looking down an alley, you see two demonic looking cats fighting over what looked like flesh. You pass a VoxTek store, sinners and imps looking at the crowded inside trying to buy the latest technology.
After a few minutes of walking, the Vees Tower came into sight. It was huge, towering almost all the buildings close to it. You ran to the entrance, dusting your somewhat decent clothes off, before taking a deep breath. "Don't screw up." You told yourself mentally, before pushing the big doors open. Immediately, you were greeted with multiple stares. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you, that was until someone snapped their fingers. "Get to work you useless sluts- oh. Who are you~?" A tall lanky moth man approached you. You knew he was one of the Vees, Valentino to be exact.
"Oh um...I'm here for my job...? VoxTek...?" Valentino's smirk turned into a slight frown. "Well shit. I kinda liked you. You sure you wanna work for Vox~? I can make you a star~ Make us both richer than Lucifer himself~" Your face scrunched in disgust, but before he could continue someone shoved him away. "Oh Val, still as desperate as always. Why don't you go uh...film something." Vox shooed away the moth man, who let out some kind of low growl before storming off.
"Haha...anyway..." Vox continued, you were absolutely starstruck. You didn't think you would actually meet the owner of VoxTek. Your eyes were practically stars as you looked at him. "I'm Vox, but you know that already. Nice to meet you...uh...what's your name again?" You shook your head, shaking you out of your trance. "O-oh I'm uh...(Y-Y/N)" You stuttered out, before mentally cursing at yourself. "Hmm...(Y/N)...I like that name. So uh. I just fired my personal assistant, both figuratively and literally, and now you're gonna be my assistant! Good times!" He nudged you with his elbow and laughed softly.
You were we so stunned that you got promoted to his personal assistant, that you almost forgot about what he said about him quite literally burning his last.
"I'm...I'm honored! I'll get to work right away!" You start walking, before stopping in your tracks. "Uh...what do you want me to work on...?" You ask Vox, to which he respond to with a slight chuckle.
"Come on, I'll show you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YIPPEE! I finished another one! I think I'll make a part 2 with some more...*cough cough* suggestive content...*cough cough* But anywho, if you didn't like this chapter, I'm sure I have another that will catch your eye! -NotxChildish
