Coco Pommel and the Five Guys

Chapters

From the Big Apple to the Upper Crust
Soarin: Ghostwriter
Donut Joe: Office manager
Fancy Pants: Personal Assistant
Hoity Toity: Fashion Magazine Writer
Trenderhoof: Personal Secretary
The Sixth Guy

From the Big Apple to the Upper Crust

"Hello? This is Coco Pommel speaking."

"Coco! Darling! Ready for your big day!?"

She knew that voice instantaneously. It was the same voice that taught her so much when Coco was just a lowly assistant to that Prada-wearing she-devil. Those were days that Coco considered some of her darkest, when she felt so worthless as a person and as a designer. Suri treated her like dirt, and she blindly went along with it solely because she wanted to not lose her chance to be in the industry that she aspired to succeed in as a little girl. So naturally, it felt liberating when she officially quit after deleting all of Suri's future clothing designs. Right before she 'nuked' her hard drive as well; a final "fuck you" signed, sealed, and delivered from Coco Pommel with love.

"Yes, but I'm nervous, Rarity," Coco answered. It wasn't every day that she was to meet five different men she had never met before for five possible job opportunities in a different part of Equestria. It also didn't help that the city was one with a reputation and class like Canterlot.

"Don't be nervous, darling. I'm sure everybody will love you. You will have your pick of employers, which, by the way, a few of them are quite strapping and loaded with cash if I say so myself."

"That's good to know Rarity, but-."

"No, No! No buts. Just remember this before you go: put me down for a reference. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you!"

Coco had thanked Rarity before they both hung up, not before Rarity gave Coco one last 'good luck'.

Coco Pommel was in her best and cutest clothes for this occasion. The day before she had her hair done to look at its best. Her nails were freshly dried and coated with polish. Her perfume was a classic citrus and lilac blend that drove the men wild most times; the straight men at least. She was ready for a new change in her young life, either by her qualifications, beauty or charm. It did not matter to her. Either way, she was determined to end up living in the city of the elites and live the lifestyle she had dreamed of so many years ago.

Coco left her cramped studio apartment and headed down towards the city streets. Her usually little self-confidence boosted when she was making men turn heads, even those who were holding hands with their special someone, to the evil glares of their significant other. Her taxi driver would take a quick glance at her every so often on the way to the train station. Coco looked out into the city streets and saw the excitement of it. Although she loved Manehattan, she knew that sacrificing it for the status and privilege of Canterlot living was worth it.

She arrived at the Grand Neightral Station with the same result: She looked fabulous, and the entire station knew it. Coco, at that point, felt like she could do no wrong.

A quick glance at the people in the train revealed only one person she wanted to sit with: tall, blond, fair skinned. He looked like he came from the heavens itself.

When he asked for the time, all Coco could have said was "Handsome."

"Thank you miss, but I doubt that is the time," he commented with a smile.

"I'm so sorry. It's 8 am," Coco answered embarrassingly. She was smitten by the man, and it was pretty difficult to hide it.

They hit it off well on the entire train ride to Canterlot. The man was a former accountant to a boss from hell as well. They swapped stories about their former employers. The man's boss was a massive slave driver and a terrible person, in general. The man on the train left the company by posting pictures of his boss going into a hotel room with a hooker on the company's website. And for added effect, he added the same photo on his boss's personal casebook and tagged the wife and mother.

The attention turned to Canterlot appearing within view. Both Coco and the man went through their things to make sure it was all in their bags. In Coco's case, it was her purse. Wallet? Check. Makeup? Check. Perfume? Check. Everything else was accounted for, so all there was left to do was to go get herself a job, well minus getting the man's number: which was easy. They exchanged phone numbers and wished each other the best with a hug as the train arrived at the station.

"So, how about a good luck kiss?" he asked with a devilish smile.

Coco could only giggle like a flushed schoolgirl. "You'll have to buy me dinner first."

Author's Note

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Soarin: Ghostwriter

"Barracks, Please," Coco asked when she entered the taxi.

The drive from the train station to the barracks that held the training grounds for the Wonderbolts was set along a scenic route through Canterlot. It was cleaner compared to Manehatten. The people were nicer. There were no bums going through the trash and scratching their genitals. Canterlot was basically a playground for the rich and famous. Coco was struck by the sheer beauty of it. The taxi driver was also struck by beauty, well more like he was struck with the cleavage Coco was inadvertently showing. Coco noticed and instinctively adjusted her blouse. It happened to her so many times it there was no thought in adjusting it.

The barracks that held the offices for the Wonderbolts was a small compound surrounded by a large dirt field that was used as their training grounds. The field soil was put to work that day, with around 100 recruits training for their shot at an exclusive spot with the best pilots in Equestria.

Coco always loved men in uniform and watching the men moistened her up a bit. As she walked past them, she could have felt their hungry eyes lusting for her, which made her that much hotter and bothered.

She was escorted to the office of Soarin, which was a walk through the lavish offices of the flying elite. His office was stocked with awards, ribbons, and placards. Photos of the man were all over his desk with distinguished people, which included foreign dignitaries, members of the Canterlot elite, and even the Princesses themselves.

"Uh, so I was thinking 'Hey, I've done cool stuff, why not do an autobiography?'" Soarin said. He sounded aloof and dumb. His office desk was messy, disorganized, and from the notes he had in his office, Coco suspected he might have been illiterate, hence why he was looking for a ghost writer. Still, Men-In Uniform Syndrome had her biting her lips at the chance to jump on his bones... When he wasn't talking that is.

Soarin had his "pose", looking out for the training grounds through his window. Coco was sitting near his desk with a pen and notepad to take down notes.

"I've seen everything, from being the top of my academy class to defending Equestria in the Battle of Manehattan Bay, where I single-handedly fought off 12 fighter jets from the Griffon Kingdom."

"Wait that was not him, and that battle happened 75 years ago."

"Anyway," he said as he continued to sit on the sill. "I need someone to write about my upbringing, my time in the flight academy, and my numerous experiences with seducing women."

Soarin unbuttoned his officer's button up to show his chest.

Coco was flustered by the older man's bod. He was fit and handsome.

Soarin saw this and went for the kill. He came up to her and began to kiss her neck while caressing her other cheek. Coco gave small moans with every kiss. Soarin moved his other hand to Coco's knees, and slowly began to move his other hand on her exposed knees. The kissing of the neck turned into full on tongue kisses. With every movement of each others tongue, Soarin moved his hand farther up Coco's skirt, right up to her teal, moist panties. His hand began to caress her panties, which caused Coco to deepen her kiss.

"On the floor. Now," Coco demanded.

With that, Soarin broke away from her and went to get a condom from his desk, which took a while to find due to the clutter of his office.

Coco laid on the carpeted floor and lifted her skirt up, to reveal her panties in anticipation of receiving Soarin.

Once he found it, he walked over to Coco, unzipped his blue officer's slacks and exposed his member for Coco to view. Coco was no virgin, but for her it wasn't about the size, but how the man uses it. However, she was relieved he was average at least. He fixed the condom on his member and went on his knees in front of her. Her legs were already spread in front of him, waiting for it.

He had her legs on his shoulders and parted her panties to the side. He delicately inserted his member into her, beginning with slow, steady thrusts. Coco felt the fire in her belly and started to breathe heavily. She was loving every second of it and gave out small, audible moans.

Soarin began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, which made Coco cry louder, causing Soarin to cover her mouth with one hand.

He started to lose himself in his thrusts and let go of her mouth, no longer caring who in the office could have heard.

Coco covered her own mouth and screamed into it, her muffled cries made Soarin want to thrust harder and faster.

Soarin couldn't take it anymore and pressed his body on top of her. Once he did he thrusted like a madman.

It lasted around 10 seconds, but Coco's body felt like a shock of electricity went right through it.

It stopped abruptly, and Coco knew it ended with the warm sensation of Soarin's cum entrapped by the condom.

He was especially careful pulling it out, and once he did, he got off of Coco and threw the condom and wrapper in the trash, leaving Coco in a sweaty mess on his floor.

"You can use the restroom to clean up," Soarin said as he began to get to change into a clean, extra officers uniform.

Coco took a few minutes to get herself collected and went in.

She cleaned her womanhood of her juices, straightened her hair, makeup, and reapplied her favorite perfume. Within minutes, she came out looking like as if nothing had happened.

Soarin was sitting on his desk with a glass cup of scotch on the rocks and looked at her.

"I will call you if I choose you."

Author's Note

Donut Joe: Office manager

Coco waved her arm at the next taxi to drive down the barracks in a frantic desperation to find a way to her next interview. The taxi stopped and the man instructed her to get on, except...

It was the same driver.

Coco didn't care anymore and took his taxi and instructed him to the next interview: "Joe's Donuts, please."

The drive was also the same: the taxi driver attempted to look at her cleavage yet again. Again, Coco adjusted her blouse, but with a more annoyed look this time.

Coco was in thought through the entire trip. She felt disgusted with herself about what had happened.

Jumping on a guy's bone is not a bad thing, but at an interview?! For Celestia's sake Coco: Keep your vagina in the pants!

Then again, Soarin was a pretty attractive guy, even better in a uniform, but yet he was still dumber than rocks.

The taxi dropped her off in front of the place. Coco stepped out and was met with a donut shop that was messy from the end of the morning shift. The smell of the glaze and the coffee give Coco a feeling that she was in a happy place.

The lone man inside the shop was a larger, taller, and messier man with an apron and an "I'm too old for this shit" smile.

He appreciated seeing the beautiful and well-dressed woman walking into his shop, which caused him to promptly fix his clothes

"Hello."

"I'm Coco Pommel, I'm here for the interview?" she asked.

"Oh right! Right!" Joe said as he took off his apron. "In the back."

Coco went behind the counter and was utterly fascinated by the stocks of bright and delicious treats and things.

Just like Soarin's place: it was a mess. Papers were all over the simple wooden and plastic desk. A cheap water cooler was in the corner. The entire room could've been lit by a ceiling lamp

Coco sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair while Joe went through a cheap, metal filing cabinet from the 60's.

"Well, not a whole lot to do for this job: fix all this paperwork, do payroll and data entry, and figure out how to make more money. I'm a donut maker, not a businessman. So, what are your qualifications?"

Coco explained her qualifications: Fashion Academy, which also had a few classes in business management, Personal Assistant to one Suri Polomare, and had Rarity as a personal reference.

Joe began to look nervous, at the same time he looked out to his shop, to make sure that there was no one in his shop.

"Coco, I also need to know how well can you extract cream from eclair donuts?"

"Eclair?" Coco asked confused. "I didn't know anyone could take cream from a donut."

"Well...."

Joe turned around. His member was hanging out of his zipper hole. He was thick, hard, and uncircumcised. Coco blushed and realized why Joe was nervous the entire interview. He slowly walked over to her, his dong still out and inching closer to her.

This cannot be happening... Still, I remembered my first blowjob, it actually was not that bad.

It took all of his nerves, but Joe was standing next to her, his rod at eye level with Coco. She thought about it for a moment, considering why would it be her luck that two well-known men would risk their careers over something as accessible as sex.

Eh, fuck it.

She lightly grasped his shaft with her tiny fingers and lifted it to her mouth. She gave it a few licks and kisses before gingerly inserting it into her mouth. The familiar smells and taste of cock came back to her a salty taste and a musky smell. She continued the bobbing motion as his juices continued to squirt out in small amounts.

Coco would once in a while break from the sucking and would lightly stroke him while she fixed herself to go back into it, as well as to look at her wristwatch.

She realized that the next interview was coming up, so she began to bob faster to get the man to cum.

He felt his member swell and knew he was about to bust at any moment.

Joe grabbed her by the back of her head and began to thrust himself. Coco nearly choked but held on for the final few thrusts, and was rewarded with a large shot of Joe's cum down her throat.

Small, cute coughs came from Coco as she tried to swallow his load, and all Joe did after was head back to the shop.

Coco used the small bathroom to freshen up, again, and came out trying to brush her hair to make it pristine. It was of no use, but at least the hair was groomed enough that only a discerning eye would catch it.

Coco walked out to the shop to see a pink box waiting for her.

"I'll call you if I choose you. But, uh have some donuts, on the house."

I sucked dick for a job and donuts, what would my mother think?

He better of given you fresh ones!

Author's Note

Fancy Pants: Personal Assistant

All Coco had to do was to step inside the mansion to get a clue on Fancy Pant's wealth. Lavish was an understatement. Coco was amazed on how much wealth the man had, what's more, was his's girlfriend/assistant/arm candy was absolutely stunning in her light pink mermaid gown.

The girl escorted her through the mansion and towards the man's study. Fleur de Leis was her name, and she had an air of sophistication with her, which intimidated Coco a bit. But in conversation they had on the way to his office, Fleur was entirely relatable.

"Good luck," she said as she opened the door to the study.

Coco walked in and immediately realized who was the man: Fancy Pants.

His name carried literal weight around those parts, and the many awards, plaques, medals, and photos in his office backed it up.

Coco was nervous as she took a seat: face to face with the billionaire playboy she had the hots over as a teen. He was older now, but he still had 'it'.

"I'm looking for someone who can help around the office, a personal secretary, and help me find a replacement as I go into retirement. My retirement will not be for another twenty years, so there's no rush."

Coco was wet for him and felt like she HAD to jump his bones. Her self-control was so shot that it wasn't much of an effort to rush Fancy Pants and give him a profound and sultry kiss. She began to take off her clothes between kisses, and within minutes was bouncing off his rod. Fancy could only marvel at the young woman repeatedly impaling herself off his member.

Coco gave off loud moans with every thrust on his rod, strong enough to entice the attention of Fleur, who came into the office with a tea tray for the both of them.

"Another girl couldn't keep their hands off you dear?"

"I assume so. Although, I think it might be the perfume."

Fleur joined in as soon as she placed the tray on the table. She got on her hands and knees and began to lick off the juices that were dripping from Coco.

Fancy Pants grasped Coco's hips and started to thrust himself into her. Her moans became louder and made Fancy thrust even harder.

Eventually, Fancy couldn't handle the pressure of the young, tight, Coco, and unleashed his seed deep in her crevice.

Coco and Fancy Pants were breathing heavily, Fleur was busy licking the cum that was dripping onto his cock.

"Fleur, show our guest the shower when she is ready."

The shower felt great, and Coco, yet once again, came out fresh as a daisy.

"And before you go, Ms. Pommel, I would like you to have this."

It was a necklace, made out of diamonds and gold.

T..This is probably worth a year's rent.

Author's Note

Hoity Toity: Fashion Magazine Writer

Coco felt at home the second she walked into the large office building. It was modern, the occupants were fashion friendly, and the decorations were amazing. She knew which floor she was going to the top floor or the main office of Hoity Toity's nationally recognized fashion magazine.

It also so happened that that man was in the same elevator: He was professionally dressed and had that stench of superiority with him.

"I must say: where did you get that exquisite necklace?"

"I received it as a gift from Fancy Pants," Coco answered.

The conversation turned to the fact that Coco was the girl that was interviewing for the writer position. He lead her through the high-paced, busy room and towards his personal office. He locked the door behind her and closed the blinds, concealing them from view from the room. The daylight from his large window was the only source of light.

Hoity Toity began by systematically destroying Coco's resume. He questioned everything about it, but at the same time he gave advice on how to make it better. He praised Rarity, and considered her an 'up-and-coming designer', and consoled Coco for being an apprentice of Suri, and called her 'the bitchiest bitch I have ever bitched about'.

"Now, I need you to strip naked."

"What?"

"Measurements, dear. If I don't hire you for this position, I'm more than willing to see if you are model material."

It was awkward to strip in front of the guy, but he seemed uninterested in her sexually. Measurements were taken, and he seemed impressed by her figure.

"You can get dressed... Unless you want to impress me even more."

"Like?" Coco asked. She knew what was coming, and she didn't like it.

"I'm gay actually. But, if you don't mind with a little 'stress relief?'

He is gay but wants me to have sex with him? How does that...

Without ceremony, Hoity Toity reached into his desk and pulled out a strap-on.

Ah.

Coco experimented in college, so she was familiar how it worked to a point. Which made the whole ramming his ass easier than if she had not done that before? The lube that Hoity provided was top class, judging from the price tag on the bottle.

Hoity was hard, and was rubbing his cock on the table with every thrust that Coco provided. As she continued, Hoity was holding onto the desk, giving off small, pleasurable grunts.

Although the act began to make Coco's hips a bit sore, it did not deter her from having a conversation about fashion while pumping the black, silicone rod into Hoity.

"I must say Coco, you know your style!" He said as the strap-on continued to slide effortlessly into him.

"But, I am close to climax, please be a dear and finish it?" He asked in desperation.

Coco agreed and trusted as hard as she could, and only stopped when she heard a longer groan and the sound of his semen splattering on the tile floor below.

After putting their clothes on, followed by a quick clean up of the room by Hoity's personal burly, shirtless janitor, it was back to business as usual.

"So, about your education..."

Author's Note

Trenderhoof: Personal Secretary

Coco saw this a few miles away. When you have a single guy, whose office was his living quarters and being a known womanizer, you kinda expected that he would be fucking your brains out.

Yet, there Coco was, naked on Trenderhoof's bed, with the sweaty man on top of her, humping away.

It started innocently enough: she entered the studio apartment to find an aloof and distracted man trying to describe the job. "I just need someone to do all the stuff I don't want to do. Flight booking, answering phone calls, returning emails. I just want to go out and travel. I like your qualifications, Coco. I even like Rarity. Oh, the many things we did in her bed. You know, I could show you what we did..."

The sex was tedious and uninteresting. Trenderhoof was shorter and less thick than the rest of the men that day, Coco even tried to fake her moaning: no luck in making him cum. She even suggested a few different positions or even giving him a blowjob.

"Nope. I'm almost done here."

That was five minutes ago.

He continued to thrust himself into her, the only moans and grunts came from him, and Coco was bored to the point that she started to see shapes and figures from the stucco ceiling overhead.

She felt him swell up, and he began to scream and moan in pleasure as he came what had to be his best load ever.

That's it?

Trenderhoof was breathing as if he ran a marathon. Coco was waiting for him to get off.

"I... Would like to offer the job... But... More interviews... I'll call you..."

Author's Note

The Sixth Guy

The sun began its rapid retreat when Coco left Trenderhoof's house... office...whatever it was. She felt dirty from her head to her toe, especially in her nether regions. She felt used and thrown away like a cigarette butt.

At least I learned that being a cum dumpster is not my fetish.

She took one last taxi for the day, to the train station, and so happened to be driven by the same guy that was driving her around all day. This time she had just about enough of the taxi driver staring down her cleavage through the mirror, so she pulled her top and bra down to reveal her breast to the man.

"Happy now?!" She screamed.

The taxi driver apologized for doing that to her almost the entire day and did not charge her for that trip. Although he did compliment her chest. At that point, Coco was so defeated she gave a weary smile and a "thank you".

Coco took her seat in the same spot on the train and just wanted to have some alone time until the next day. That did not last long, however.

"Hey, you!" the voice called from behind her. Coco turned her head to see the guy from that morning. He looked disheveled as well.

"How were the interviews?" Coco asked as he sat next to her.

"Could be worse, but I'll manage. You?"

"Same," Coco answered.

"So umm... Want to get some drinks? For good luck?"

Coco wanted to decline, but after what happened thought the day she felt like maybe getting drunk with a complete stranger she just met on a train might hit the spot.

"Sure."

***

She could of saw this coming, but at that point she didn't care. She wanted to fuck someone that she wanted to fuck and not the other way around, it just so happened to be the guy on the train.

They left the train and agreed to find a bar between his and her's apartment. That was when they discovered they lived a block away from each other, so the favorite "Irish Hunter" pub was the obvious choice.

One beer turned to three and three beers turned into doggy style at the guy's apartment. He continued to slam deeper into her while she continues to scream in pleasure into his soft pillows.

"I actually had the same day," the man commented while he continued to slide in and out of Coco. "Every one of my interviewers was women, and every one of them ended with sex, or something sexual, so I know how you feel, Coco."

"It happens, I guess," she replied, taking a break from the screams of pleasure, even though her insides were metaphorically melting with euphoria.

"Hey, dumb idea: but if we both get hired: want to rent an apartment together in Canterlot?"

Coco was basically in love with the man's cock at that point, so there was no reason, not to say no. Every inch of him was pure pleasure, and the more he thrusted into her, the more she wanted agree with him. She felt like she was reaching the edge of her climax and could have felt his member swell every time it went deep into her. Although Coco had came a few times already, letting him bust inside was the only thing she was waiting for... but she wasn't in a hurry about making it happen.

She knew it was coming when she heard his grunts get louder. He grabbed her hips and began to violently slam his cock inside of her. She was physically shaking at that point and awaited the warm, filling feeling of his cum inside her pussy. He filled every inch of her with his seed with, a few drops falling out of her and onto the bed.

Both collapsed on the bed in exhaustion and inebriation after their session. Coco finally felt satisfied after a day of meaningless sex with strangers and fell asleep, ironically, in the arms of a man she just met that day.

***

They overslept.

It was probably noon time when they both awoken. Both Coco and the guy were sore and still tired, but they felt better after that night of drunk, passionate, sex.

Ok, Sleeping with a complete stranger after getting drunk is my fetish.

It turned out they had the same routine as well: They both got up and checked their phones. They were both naked, but they really didn't care because they had already seen each other naked, and they knew they would probably go back to having sex after checking.

Both had 5 messages.

Both had 5 job offers.

"I got the jobs!" Coco screamed in excitement

"So did I!"

They both embraced each other in celebration.

"So, breakfast? My treat." The man said as he tossed the phone to a nearby couch.

"Sure."

As the man went into his closet for a fresh pair of clothes, Coco fell back into his soft bed. Through all of that, she still managed to wow the employers. She told herself that it was her qualifications, and not the sex, that was the key to landing a new job.

"So, which one are you choosing?" The guy asked as he came out of his closet with a towel and a pile of clothes for his morning/afternoon shower.

Coco still laid there, with her nude body still in view of the guy.

That's a good question actually.

Author's Note

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