Jake was literally kicking his heels the sidewalk. Having just been fired from his job that morning. He was struggling for optimism, and looked back on his employment history. He was eminently hireable, being personable and charming. However, he became bored and stifled by the
bureaucracy of his superiors.
Abandoning his box of office oddities as irrelevant. He knew deep inside that it wasn't suited for him. That soon that employer, too would replace him and continue working with no real interruption in their business.
- - - - -
Retreating to a nearby cafe to marshall his thoughts, and plan for the future. The timing was particularly unfortunate, as it was approaching the month end. The bills coming due, and the wages certain not to come in a timely fashion. Jake smirked at his parting words, enjoying the freedom to express his outrage at their short-sighted behaviour, and lack of faith.
However, as he checked his balance, he wished he'd kept some of those barbs to himself, and not ensured his departure was soured with those parting words.
He thought of his little apartment, and the sparse furniture. Absent of any significant human company since the previous week. Jake was alone and vaguely abandoned in the world.
- - - - -
In the opposite corner of the cafe, Jake was free to enjoy the sight of some bimbos enjoying a respite. Their carefree humour a mark of their lowered intelligence and heightened emotions. Their bodies equally boosted to suit their line of work.
His train of thought hit an idea at that moment. These bimbos were to be envied. Unfazed by their clients, the voluptuous bodies, and their well displayed flesh leaving little doubt that they were more refined.
Glancing out the window of the cafe, he saw the modern monolith that was the 'Jigglies' franchise. A bimbo brothel, with a good reputation for fun, and excitement, at a reasonable price.
The fun filled banner with the over-stuffed lettering, hinting at the curvaceous beauties inside.
- - - - -
Jake's fingers raced over his phone. He dug deeper, looking for information that hadn't mattered before. It's priority and significance taking on new meaning as an idea took root. The information confirmed what the jiggly, giggly bimbos seemed to say. That 'Jigglies' was a good employer, and the girls who worked there had a good life.
Pausing with the coffee half-way to his lips, Jake mused, was he seriously considering becoming a bimbo.
He was surprised to find the answer was Yes! Yes he was. It lacked the stigma that had existed with former generations. And Jake knew that even mundane office work could be degrading, and humiliating.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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