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CJ had been searching for the job of his dreams ever since we moved in together a few years ago. He had been in radio when he lived in Ohio and Arizona and wanted to return to the field.
CJ has the perfect radio voice, it’s deep and sexy and he has a repertoire of different character voices.
I really began feeling bad for him when the more he searched the fewer jobs seemed to be out there.
After about a year of searching an opportunity arose that I had to take advantage of the best way I knew how. I was going through my email one evening when I noticed that my weekly newsletter from the radio station I listen to had some additional information. My classic rock station was in need of a producer for the morning show.
I had a strange contact with someone at the station. A few months ago I had sent in a top 10 list for a contest and had accidentally used my Dirty Debbie email account. A link to the website is in the signature. It created a new fan of the site in the promotions department of the station. We even traded a couple of emails and I had sent a few ‘special’ pictures.
I showed the email to CJ and urged him to apply for the position.
In the mean time, I wrote a letter to my connection. CJ got a call a few days later to come in for an interview. CJ reported the interview went well and the next day they called for a second interview and some demo tapes. I wrote again to my connection, Brad. As part of my email I wrote the following:
...The reply came within hours.
I care so much for CJ and I know what a hard worker he is. I think he would be an asset to your station. I would do anything to insure he got the job.
-dirty debbie ;)
...I didn’t tell CJ what I had done. I didn’t even know if my scheme would really work, but I was willing to give it a try.
I’m sure we can work something out that would be mutually beneficial. I’m sure you’re a listener of our Morning Lick. Join me for the show on Thursday. Be at the station at 7:00am. Identify yourself as Debbie Johnson. They will know to send you right to my office.
On Wednesday I told CJ that I had a breakfast meeting with a client and would be leaving early. Thursday morning I got dressed in my usual business casual clothing and headed off to the station. I was only a few minutes early when I pulled into the parking garage. I reported to the front desk and followed Brad’s instructions. I was shown to his office and told he would be with me in a few minutes. For the few moments I was there and alone there was a little voice in my brain that was already saying,
“What the hell are you doing Deb?”
It’s true. I was getting ready to prostitute myself to get a job for the man I loved. Would he understand if he knew?
I was pondering all this when I heard Brad enter the room. I turned around in my chair and immediately surprised, Brad was much younger than I had pictured him, maybe 30 at the most.
I smiled as he greeted me and locked the door. I remained seated as he came up behind me, touched my shoulder, and shook my hand.
“Debbie, it’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve been a fan of the blog ever since my first visit”.
I thanked him and boldly let him know that I wasn’t there for small talk. Brad agrees and asked me to elaborate as I saw his hand move from the desk to his lap.
“Tell me in no uncertain terms why you’re here”.
The explanation was brief, blunt and to the point. I was willing to do just about anything to help insure the employment of my husband at the station. I told him to maybe think about the Dirty Diary and get some ideas from there.
He told me that he watched that video of me blowing CJ and often jerked off wishing it were his cock I was eating.
All I could think was “big surprise, it’s the most often asked for service from whores”.
I agreed, but Brad had one other idea.
Read about Brad's idea next time...