“Mr. Sheldon, what’s your drink?” She asked getting up from behind her imposing desk and walking to the small bar in front of the window. From up here, the din of the city was inaudible, displaying a silent view of the skyline illuminated by the afternoon sun.

“Oh, I’m fine, but thank you.” Brandon was taken a bit off-guard, and so defaulted to what he imagined was a simple, professional manner. He wasn’t used to being offered drinks during business hours, he figured even the upper management and execs didn’t indulge, not in this day and age at least.

“Brandon, right?” Evelyn Canelli smiled confidently, the smile of a woman that is never refused, then turned her head back to the bar and pulled out two heavy-bottomed crystal glasses. “I’ll ask again, what’s your drink?”

“…bourbon please.”

“A man after my own heart,” she said, pulling a bottle of dark ochre-colored liquid from the cabinet and pouring it into both glasses. Her voice betrayed a very slight accent, Italian perhaps? Whatever it was, it had all but disappeared from years working in the States, Brandon thought, adjusting his tie while her back was turned. He focused on her raven-black hair, held up in a tight bun, to vainly avoid gazing at her prominent hourglass figure, it was quite breath-taking to behold from this angle, especially with the light coming through the window and cascading down the side of her pencil skirt and her shapely nyloned calves below.

This informal interview, as it seemed, was far easier than Brandon had thought it would be. He and Evelyn sat in a pair of comfortable arm chairs that fit in with the minimalist decor of her office, and talked shop. He couldn’t help but be impressed (and intimidated) by the air of unquestionable authority and grace she had about her at all times. This wasn’t at all what he’d expected the day he made her acquaintance when she and several other higher up executives passed his desk. His boss, her colleague, had pulled him into their discussion to give some recent numbers, figures, and account statuses. When he was finished, Evelyn spoke, her deep red lips gracefully forming the words, “Mark, I didn’t know you had such a gem working under you, and a handsome, well-dressed one at that, how he slipped past my recruiter I’ll never know.” The next day her assistant called him and asked to schedule this meeting.

“Well, it seems to me you have the competence and diligence I’m looking for, Brandon,” she said rising from her seat and taking his empty glass along with hers to the bar. Then walking back to her desk, she leaned against it, “but, the question remains, would you be a good ‘fit’ to join my team.”

“So, this is an interview,” he said, rising. “Well, I’m flattered to be considered, you are a legend at the company. I’d have to give it some serious thought, I am quite happy in my current position, plus Mark is planning to give me the Abernathy and Hathaway accounts next month…” Evelyn stopped him with a smile and a wave of her hand.

“Brandon, you know what I’m offering, we don’t need to talk numbers. You know I’m offering you a shot at the big leagues, what you’ve been wanting from what I’ve heard of your ambition, my young prodigy… plus you can expect double your current salary to start.” Leaning back on her desk, she was about his height, standing up straight she must have stood a comfortable six feet, just an inch on him, but he felt an incredible power imbalance in the presence of this woman that defied a simple stature difference and dwarfed even the vast disparity in their positions and status at the company. He couldn’t even begin to objectify her, as his masculine, animal nature was wont to do. He dared not check out her large, full breasts, or delicate neck, or thin waist as if she was his usual prey after hours at a bar or club; here he was the prey, and he knew it. He had never been too shy to ask a woman he worked with and was attracted to out for a date. But, even though he generally had great confidence in his abilities with women, she exuded such gravitas that she at once seemed so far out of his league that he could hardly even consciously acknowledge his deep sexual attraction to her. He chose his next words carefully:

“I’m just flattered and surprised to be considered, I think you are right though, there is really nothing to consider if you are offering me this position. Though you mentioned that you wondered if I’d be a good ‘fit’, what are you looking for?”

“You know my reputation for being… unorthodox.” She rolled her eyes at the word, spoken with a wry smirk. “I like to do things my own way. It is probably why I like working as a ‘lone-wolf’. I haven’t ever had another executive, even a junior one, on my team working the accounts, taking on responsibility, writing proposals, making deals, and working creatively. I’ve purposely only hired assistants and secretaries to handle clerical and low-skill tasks. I’m not going to give you a bunch of culture buzz-words or a personality test or even take you out socially to get to know you. I’m looking for three things: first, dedication to the job and to your career, second, a boldness to leave your comfort zone and take risks, and third, your complete devotion to and trust in me.”

“The first two are what I would have expected,” he began, “but, the third, how can I be devoted or trust you when I don’t even know you?”

“Well, perhaps just to demonstrate that in time you can be those things, that you have the willingness and potential.” Her deep chestnut eyes gazed into his. “Do you have a girlfriend, Brandon? A wife perhaps?”

“Yes, a girlfriend.”

“Then, I think you can understand what I’m saying,” she spoke with even calmness, but somehow conveyed underlying passion with her tone. “This business relationship, in time, will have to surpass any other relationship you have, I’m very devoted to my work and I expect the same from you if I’m going to take you on as a junior executive. I will expect devotion and trust and boldness as strong as if we were lovers.”

“…that’s a lot to ask, though I’m certainly dedicated to my work,” Brandon paused, he felt this interview was becoming uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt himself strangely allured, it may have been the opportunity to fulfill his dreams, the money, or even her, he wasn’t sure. Finally, he said, “I’d certainly like to give this my best shot.”

“If you are the right fit for me, you’ll find you aren’t giving up anything.” She paused for a moment and gazed into his eyes once more. “If you want to ‘give it your best shot’, you only need to pass one test to get the job.”

“Ok, what’s that?”

“You’ll need to get down on your knees,” her words took on a sultry edge, “right here in this office, get between my legs, and worship at my temple with your lips and tongue until I’m satisfied.”

For a moment, Brandon was dumbfounded as his brain had to switch modes away from professional businessman to make sense of the words she’d spoken, then he laughed nervously as the words took shape and meaning.

“Really?” he laughed again, “I thought you were being serious for a moment…”

She maintained her stare, smiling slightly, and didn’t say a word. Brandon’s smile and chuckle faded, he stammered for a moment, then spoke:

“Wait, so… you are being serious?” he questioned, but still she said nothing, he racked his brain for an alternate interpretation of her words, but finally, he concluded she must really be asking for a sexual favor. “There is so much wrong with what you just said, sexual harassment… I should take this to HR…”

“Look, you are free to turn me down, go back to your small pond, no hard feelings. You know if you go to HR, it is your word against mine, and you know I’ll come out on top and you’ll be left without a job… or if you want this position, then get on your knees in the next 30 seconds, and use that mouth of yours to pleasure me.”

Brandon hesitated, his mind rebelled to what was happening, he felt violated, but he also felt an inexorable draw. He thought about how wrong and unprofessional this whole situation was, it was a completely unexpected turn. He thought fleetingly about his girlfriend, Abigail. But, it seemed to be happening so fast, in a trance he slowly walked forward and got on his knees. Evelyn leaned back against her heavy wooden desk and spread her legs, and looked down expectantly at him. Brandon trembled only slightly with expectation as he touched her nylon and ran his hands up her thighs under her skirt, Evelyn closed her eyes and breathed deeply at his touch, then turned around so he could unzip her skirt. Brandon slid it down her legs and was greeted by her beautiful, round ass above her stockings, clad only in lacy black panties. As she turned around, he instinctively kissed her thighs and pelvis, moving closer to her center.

“Mmmmm, I can see you have done this before, such a tease.” Evelyn moaned. As Brandon’s lips reached her panties he began to realize something was wrong. The smell was the first thing he noticed. It wasn’t bad, but it was nothing like he expected, it was foreign to him entirely. In some ways, it was intoxicating. The second thing he noticed was the shape was off, as he kissed the fabric, he felt he was exploring something uncharted, rather than the typical female pubic mound he was familiar with.

“Oh yes…” she breathed, “mmm, that’s it, I like feeling your breath, now I want to feel your moist tongue and lips.”

Breathing deeply, he put his tongue under the side of her panties, probing her smooth olive skin underneath, he still couldn’t place what was wrong, the taste was wholly unfamiliar, he also felt movement, like something was writhing and undulating underneath the dark fabric.

“Oooh, ohh, that’s a good boy.”

Wrinkled, furrowed flesh spilled from the sides of her panties, he licked and kissed it at first, but then he recoiled in horror. He looked up at her for a moment, and met her gaze, she looked at him. He was in shock, inches from his mouth, spilling from underneath her tight black panties was a massive, semi-erect penis with a plump, mushroom tip emerging from the folds of her foreskin and the outer edges of a large scrotum that her panties were fighting to contain.

“Not what you were expecting I see, but I expect boldness to leave your comfort zone, dedication, devotion, and trust… can you give me those things? What are you willing to do for this job?” She smiled, almost wickedly. “Show me. If you want to be my partner, I need you to take me in your mouth, Brandon, every inch of me.”

Her cock just dangled in front of him, but he kept his distance as if it was a venomous serpent.

“You’re a… how…” was all Brandon could manage as he stared open mouthed.

“What? Is it the biggest you’ve sucked? I know it is certainly bigger than your boss, Mark’s pencil dick and tiny nuts,” she said. “Don’t tell me this is your first time… with someone of the male sex? You’ve already kissed and licked it… now all you have to do is commit, just put it in your mouth and suck my big cock and prove to me you have what it takes.”

“Ummm, I’ve never… I have to…” Brandon was now flushed red, his heart was beating out of his chest, he felt hot with sweat pooling on his brow.