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Help Wanted...

Those red letters burned into my retinas like the scorching sun that bubbled the ocean around me. I was engaging in my casual Sunday stroll before I had wondered in the vicinity of most popular restaurant in the whole of Bikini Bottom- The Krusty Krab. Those words caught my attention and held me there like the grip of an Alaskan Bull Worm's mouth. Sandy always feared that grip, yet I felt comfort in the embrace.

I entered the establishment, inquiring for the manager- Mr Krabs.

"Uhhh.... Ex....Excuse me sir, I would like to request employment at your restaurant" I stuttered, starring at his big, red, juicy claws.

"Come right this way me boy" he replied, directing me to his office.

As I walked into the office, I could see the most romantic of candles standing like small soldiers standing to attention for their commander. Krabs was a veteran, I knew that. I knew exactly what I was in for.

"In order to get the job me boy, I need you to obtain the Max Wynn" He explained, removing his belt from his stained white trousers.

I was ready...

I sucked on that Krab Stick, choking on its bright red length as he began to thrust further and further down my cake hole and into my oesophagus.

"Oh yeah... Mr Krabs" I choked as he filled my throat with his load.

As I realised my companion Mr Krabs had graced me with his presence, I began to experience what I can only describe as overwhelming pleasure.

I could not contain this pleasure any longer as I began to feel myself exploding inside...

"Oh Yeah..." I moaned softly, "Mr Krabs".

The passion and audacity of this moan echoed across the land as he held me tightly...

*Moan of sheer passion and pleasure*
Mr Krabs...

Oh yeah Mr Krabs