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

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