It’s a Man’s World? [MF][AltReal][Reluc]

[Hello all, here’s a story I’ve been toying around with, ten pages or so. This is all I have so far, but I thought you might enjoy it. It is *kind of* a FemDom story, but not in the way you might be thinking. It’s a “what if?” kind of concept, a sexier Twilight Zone, if you will. Feel free to comment.]

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**It’s a Man’s World?**

Bethany Ambrose, Beth to her friends, was nervous about her interview. It was her first major opportunity outside of college, a real job possibility rather than an internship or a training program that *might* lead to a job. Brannon Industries was one of those indeterminate mega-corporations, they did a little bit of everything, and did very well on the stock market. As she entered the corporate center, one of half-a-dozen such buildings across the US, she adjusted her jacket and skirt and stepped up to the security desk.

“I’m here for a ten AM interview,” she said, trying to sound confident. The security guard looked her up and down from behind his desk.

“Name?” She told him. He clacked away at his keyboard for a few moments and then slid a visitor’s ID across his counter. “Wear that so it’s visible at all times. It will allow you to use the main elevators,” he pointed behind him, “access to the lobby, the cafeteria, and the seventeenth floor—where your interview will be. If you accidentally get off on the wrong floor, someone will have to let you back into the elevators.” He looked at her sternly. “I suggest you *do not* get off on the wrong floor.”

“Yes, sir.” She said. She clipped the badge to her lapel and he opened the security gate for her. Her heels clicked on the polished granite floor as she walked over to the elevators, other people milling about, but it was late enough in the morning that most people were probably at their desks. Elevators opened and a few people got in a head of her. As she stepped into the elevator, her hell caught in the gap between the floor and elevator car, and she stumbled, trying to the catch herself, but instead smacking her head against the frame of the elevator doors. Her vision flared white for a moment, and she fell to the floor inside the elevator. A moment later, a woman was helping her sit up.

“Are you okay, miss?” The woman asked. Beth shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, when she realized it made her look like she was saying no, she wasn’t okay.
“I’m okay, I think. Just dazed for a second. My heel caught, and—.”

“We saw.” Another woman said. “Do you want me to get security with first aid or something?” Beth felt the side of her head. It was a little sore, but not really painful to the extent that she felt she needed medical attention.

“Really, I’m okay.” She started to stand up, and the first woman who’d spoken helped her up. “I wasn’t paying attention…probably nervous because I’m here for an interview.”

“Oh, you’re going to HR on seventeen, then.” The second woman swiped her badge at the elevator panel and hit 17, followed by 28, which was likely her floor. “Good luck.” The elevator started moving. A few seconds later, the doors opened on seventeen, she got out, carefully, and was surprised when the first woman followed her out.

“I’m not following you, don’t worry.” She smiled. “Well, technically I *am* following you, but it’s because I’m your equity observer for your interview.” Beth blinked at her. “I’m from the office where you might come work. I sit in on the interview with HR and one of our group’s hiring managers, and I make sure they ask the right questions and treat your fairly.” She patted Beth’s shoulder. “I can see by that look on your face, you’re worried about your little trip. Don’t worry. I don’t actually have a say in your hiring, so even if I thought you were a complete dork, it wouldn’t matter.” Beth blushed. “I’m Katherine, by the way.” She shook he hand. “Come on, I’ll show you the way to the interview suite.” Beth followed the tall brunette. Beth was still young enough that even at 22, someone in their late twenties, maybe early thirties, seemed old, experienced. Katherine was wearing a sleek pants suit with heels, the loose curls of her hair tied behind her. Beth’s straight blonde hair didn’t quite reach her shoulders, but she knew she looked professional with her side part and glasses. They walked through a maze of hallways and rooms before coming to large office with a conference table and a series of chairs on one side. There was another chair in the middle of the room a few feet back from the table, with a side table next to it.

“This is, um, where I’ll interview?”

“Yes.” Katherine said, going to the side table and making herself a cup of coffee. “I’d suggest a few things. First, get yourself a cup of coffee or water. Put it at the side table.” She pointed to the single chair. “Dry mouth is bad during an interview, right? Second, the way things are set up in here is totally meant to freak you out. They want you nervous so you’ll make mistakes. Seeing you under pressure is a good way to get a sense of a person, or so they think. You have nothing to worry about, hiring-wise. You’re qualified. I reviewed your application myself. Do okay in the interview, and you have a good shot at the job.” Beth took a breath and walked over to where Katherine stood. She filled a cup with water and took a sip.

“This is my first big interview. I mean, I’ve interviewed at a few other places, even have some current offers, but this is a…well…big job, big company.”

“Big pay, is more like it.” She laughed. “If you have something better than what we offer entry-level data specialists, go for it, but I doubt it.”

“Ah, good, we’re all here.” A petite version of Beth walked in, well, Beth plus thirty years, followed by a salt-and-pepper haired guy in a close-fitting suit. “I’m Ms. Forman, your HR rep for the interview, and this is—.”

“Collin Graham.” The man offered his hand, and Beth shook it. “I’ll be asking most of the questions.

“Indeed.” Ms. Forman said. “So, if you’ll take a seat,” she pointed to the single chair, “we’ll get started.” They reviewed her credentials, talked to her a little bit about her studies, asked her some loose programming questions, and then the man flipped over a piece of paper and started scribbling. He slid the paper across the table.

“Take that and review the problem set. I’d like you to tell me what you would do with that data structure.”

“Collin, that isn’t in our interview packet.” The HR woman said.

“I’d like to see what she’d do with something we’re *actually* working on.”

“It’s okay,” Beth said, standing up and taking the paper before sitting back down. “These data systems are two decades apart, right? This is legacy equipment you’re trying to integrate with these newer systems.”

“Exactly.” Collin said.

“Okay…” She took out a pen and started drawing a few lines on the page, wrote out a little bit of a workflow diagram. “I can’t really solve this, of course, without seeing the actual infrastructure, but oh, here we go…” It was almost like a logic puzzle, one step into the next, but there were some ‘steps’ that would need to be written in code and physically connected, probably. She marked those in her workflow with variables she keyed in the margin. She blushed briefly, realizing she had taken off her glasses and was chewing on the stem, something she did when she was thinking. She put her glasses back on and put the paper back on the conference table, sitting back down in her seat and crossing her legs. “I’m pretty sure that would get you moving in the right direction. That’s probably about three to six months of work, at least, depending on how many people you put on the project.” She was feeling fairly confident with her answer, but Collin was just staring at her. She shifted in her seat, and crossed her legs again. “Mr. Graham, um, is there a problem.”

“Bend you right over the table, lift up that skirt…” He muttered.

“Excuse me?” Beth said, not believing what she was hearing.

“Come in your face, splatter those glasses…”

“Oh, god, not again.” Katherine rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Ambrose. This won’t affect your interview.” She leaned over to Katherine, whispering, though, Beth could still hear them. “Didn’t anyone send her the email about interview dress code?”

“You’re asking me?” Katherine said. “The skirt’s pretty long. I honestly didn’t think it was going to be a problem.”

“Sweet little tits, I bet, pink nipples…” Collin was still muttering to himself.

“Go get me some napkins from the table.” Ms. Forman said, and then louder, “we’ll just a be a minute or two, and then we’ll get back to the interview. Katherine got up, frowning a little, and grabbed a few napkins from the side table with the coffee, meanwhile, Beth watched as Ms. Forman started doing something to Collin. A moment later, based on the movement, Beth went slightly white as it looked like the HR woman was jerking off the guy. From her angle, farther away from the table, she tilted her head and was able to see under the table. Beth jolted, seeing Collin’s pants undone, and an erection pointing up from the front of his boxers as Ms. Forman pumped away at it. “Napkin, Katherine?”

“Here…here they are.” Just as she handed them off, Collin started coming, and Ms. Forman caught it in the napkins.

“Oh, fuck me, mother fucker…oh, fuck, yes!” Collin cried out, arching his neck, and apparently fully enjoying his impromptu orgasm. He eased back in his seat and glanced over at Ms. Forman. “Thanks.” He said. “Sorry about the interruption.

“You can clean yourself the rest of the way up.” She replied, looking down at his still exposed member. He ignored her, grabbing the paper from the table and looking it over.

“This is good work, Ms. Ambrose, a little more expensive procedure than we could probably get approved, but it shows some real creativity. I’m satisfied.”

“I bet.” Katherine muttered, but Collin appeared to ignore it. Collin stood up, his suit pants undone and being held up by one hand. He put his cock away and tucked in his shirt before zipping up.

“Expect to hear from us soon, Ms. Ambrose.” He stepped around the table, offering his hand, the one that had just put his penis away. Not knowing what to do, Beth simply stood and shook his hand.

“Um, thank you for the opportunity to interview, sir.” He smiled at her and walked out.

“Again, my apologies, Ms. Ambrose.” Ms. Forman said, balling up the come filled napkins and walking over to a waste bin. “This sort of thing doesn’t normally happen, but, well, it was better to take care of it than reschedule your interview.

“Um, okay.” Beth said.

“I think things went very well, otherwise,” she continued, and while I can’t say at this moment that you have the job, I would recommend you keep close to your phone.” She smiled politely. “Katherine, could you see Ms. Ambrose out?” Ms. Forman shook her hand before leaving, and Beth tried to ignore that it was also the hand that she’d used to jerk off Collin.

“Come on, Bethany, I’ll walk you down to the lobby.”

“Um, you can call me Beth.”

“Sure,” she said as they got in the elevator. “Look,” she said as the doors slid closed, “don’t let the disruption of the interview bother you. They liked you, you did well. You almost certainly have the job, so they’ll take Friday to process the paperwork, and you’ll hear by Monday or Tuesday next week. My suggestion is, take the job, and if you do, *then* I’ll call you Beth, okay?” Beth nodded blankly, and Katherine led her back to the security desk. There was a woman there, then, and she took back her visitor’s badge without comment. She walked back to her apartment, which wasn’t that far from the corporate center of the city, but not a great neighborhood after dark—not because it wasn’t safe, but everything basically closed after business hours. She tried not to dwell on the strange interview, that filthy comments the guy had made about her…but she kept seeing the HR woman giving him a hand job…casually, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. She kept herself busy with take out, stupid internet games, and reading. She barely left her apartment the whole weekend other than to go run and buy some basic groceries.

Beth was woken at eight in the morning on Monday by a phone call. She rolled over in bed and grabbed her phone.

“Ms, Ambrose, it’s Ms. Forman from Brannon HR.”

“Yes, um, yes, of course, how are you?” She sat up in bed, trying to sound more awake.

“Well, I won’t beat around the bush. We’d like to offer you a position with Brannon Industries, in fact, if you can make it into the office by nine, we can in-process you today, and you can have orientation as well. I don’t, of course, mean to put pressure on you if you want to take time to think about it. The offer still stands if you need a few days.” Beth glanced at the clock. It was 8:07. She’d have to take a cab, spend money she really didn’t have, but she could just make it by nine.

“Um, yes, I’ll take job. I can be there by nine.” She was already getting out of bed, fumbling with unbuttoning her pajama top one-handed.

“Lovely. You likely won’t see me today, but I’m sure we’ll cross paths. Same as for the interview, go to security, and they’ll provide a badge and tell you where. And may I be the first to say, congratulations.” Beth thanked her and hung up. She gave up trying to unbutton her pajama top and just yanked it over her head, followed by pulling down her shorts. She padded naked into the bathroom and took the quickest shower in her life, just getting her hair wet enough to comb out, and using the hairdryer on her hair and body. She normally laid her clothes out the night before, so she was scrambling around her room, still naked, when she glanced over at the window and saw that the curtains were open, not only that, a guy was outright watching her, and…

“Ugh, not again.” The guy was jerking off. She couldn’t see his face due to sun reflecting in the window glass, but she wasn’t going to give him more of a show. She flipped him off as she covered her breasts with one hand, pulling the curtains closed. She grabbed the first clean bra and panties she could find, and then put on one of her three suits. Black, this time, heels to match. She called a taxi on her phone as she as heading out the door, and a few minutes later it pulled up. “The Brannon building.” The driver nodded, but he didn’t look back. She had fifteen minutes, and she got there with five to spare. She pre-authorized payment through the taxi app before they even arrived, and got out, dashing into building. The same woman from last Thursday was behind the security desk.

“Welcome, Ms. Ambrose. You’ll want floor nine. Your badge gives you access to most of the building. The floors you can’t reach are with escort only, but your badge will allow you to re-enter the elevator should you get off on the wrong floor. Floor nine, remember?” She slid the badge across the desk. “Have a good day.” Bath nodded and moved toward the elevators, careful as she stepped on this time. At floor nine, she saw a large placard indicating ‘Welcome New Hires’. She followed the arrows, and a woman directed her into a room with a handful of other women sitting inside.

“I think you’re our last one.” The woman at the front of the room said. She counted the people sitting, Beth included, and then started calling names. After she was done, she launched into a series of presentations on benefits, retirement, stock options, non-compete clauses, and numerous other elements. Beth filled out sheet after sheet of paperwork, felt a little overwhelmed. “That was the hard part, ladies.” The woman said. “A representative from your office will be waiting outside to take you to lunch, and after that, you’ll meet your teammates and find you desk, that sort of thing, but we are done here, so, welcome to Brannon Industries.” Beth stood, stretching a moment, before following the other people into the hallway. She was pleasantly surprised to see Katherine waving to her out in the hallway. At least she knew someone, sort of.

“Hey, Beth, welcome aboard. I’m starving. Let’s go get lunch. There was a bit of a wait for the elevators, but the cafeteria was the entirety of the second floor of the building. Food was covered up to fifteen dollars if you worked in certain departments, and data analytics was apparently one of those departments. That would save Beth money, if nothing else. They got sandwiches and drinks and found a small table near a window overlooking the front entrance. “So, any big questions?” Katherine asked.

“Um, I guess not. It’s a little hard to think about retirement and such at 22, but I understood it all.”

“Trust me, it seems just as far off at 28, though I’d still recommend you take advantage of our 401k matching, at least.”

“I did think it was weird that there were only women in my benefits briefing. Is Brannon trying hire more women?”

“Well, um, yes, aren’t all companies? We keep the men and women separate during new hire briefings. We don’t want anyone signing paperwork under the influence.”

“I don’t understand…” Beth said.

“Like, what happened in your interview.” Katherine offered.

“Um, now that you mention it, what was, um, that about? Does Mr. Graham have some sort of condition?” Katherine laughed, but then saw the expression on Beth’s face.

“Oh, you’re serious? You went to good tech schools, but did you, like, grow up in Alabama or something?”

“No, I still don’t really—.”

“You came into the interview wearing a skirt, started sucking on your glasses,” Beth blushed, “and Collin got excited.”

“But, um, Ms. Forman, she, um…” Beth lowered her voice. “She, um, *manually*, um…”

“She jerked him off, yeah, so what?” She looked up at Beth. “If we interrupted the interview, we would have had to reschedule. There’s just not a lot of room in schedule for that sort of thing, so it was faster to just take care of him, get him back to his old self, and kepp going. Trust me, I’m glad Reggie—Ms. Forman—took care of it. I certainly wasn’t going to do it, and we don’t ask people being interviewed to help.”

“You’re—you’re serious.”

“Okay, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you, but, have you had sex before?” She nodded. “With men?”

“Um, yes…”

“So, when they get hard, their brains just sort…you know, go all dumb animal. There isn’t enough blood in a man’s body to maintain an erection *and* full critical thinking skills.”

“That’s insane!” Beth blurted.

“Oh my god, are you really this naïve? Your college classes had to be segregated by sex, at least.”

“They weren’t…”

“Beth, come on, really…this isn’t funny anymore. Look, company policy is that if a man phases out—we use the HR-approved term for popping a boner—it is up to those present to either phase him back in—the hand job or whatever—or leave the room until he loses the boner or takes care of it himself. That usually takes longer, so a lot of women just help out in meetings or whatever.”

“They…they give the guy…a, um, handjob?”

“There’s nothing that says you *can’t* get down on your knees—I’ve seen it happen a few times—and it’s faster, that’s for sure. I mean, hell, before our last shareholder conference call, one of our senior VPs let three different presenters fuck her just so they would be on their game during the call. I mean, she’s very attractive, so I get it, but part of me just thinks she likes letting her underlings fuck her.” Beth said nothing. These people were crazy, but then, they were also paying her crazy money for a 22-year-old. “I don’t get invited to speak at shareholder meetings, of course, but I heard Ms. Prentice wasn’t even wearing panties that day, she just undid her pants, stepped out of them, and let them bend her over the conference table. It kind of makes me wonder, though, did she have jizz dripping out of her the whole call, or—.”

“Please, just, um, stop…we’re, um, eating, right?”

“Sorry, no, you’re right. Look, you’re new, so a lot of the guys will try to take advantage of that, phase out around you—there are tricks to make it happen, as I’m sure you remember from high school (but, of course, Beth didn’t)—and they’ll try to get you to help them out. It’s always your choice of course, but it’s kind of a hazing. Regardless of the stories you might hear, none of us has ever been double-teamed in the office, none of us has ever gone around the world.”

“What?”

“Around the world…phased in *all* guys in the office…maybe that’s a Brannon phrase…I don’t know. I hate to say it, but if someone actually did do that, they’d be a slut…I know that’s sexist, but come on…there are at least a dozen men in most departments, even if we do outnumber them two to one.” Beth blinked at that, but looking around the cafeteria, she realized it *was* mostly women. She casually picked up her phone and made a note to do some research when she got home…something was…off. “Look, my suggestion is, get some pants suits. Guys are less likely to react to that. I know, I know,” she held up her hand fending off an expected attack, “women can wear whatever they want, but other women will look down on you if you dress too sexy. People think you’re just trying to take advantage of the men. I mean, in some respects, I figure if biology made them like that, who are we *not* to take advantage, but that’s politically incorrect to broadcast. Still, that doesn’t mean I don’t have my suits custom tailored to accentuate my ass, that I don’t always have a little bit of cleavage, that I don’t wear sexy underwear. I mean, I won’t *always* look this good.” Beth said nothing, but realized that Katherine meant and believed everything she said. Either Beth was crazy, or the whole world was, and neither was a great answer. “Let’s take you up to meet the team.”

They left the cafeteria, and Beth was struck by how little she’d been paying attention. Women were running most things, even the cafeteria, and as they went up to the 14th floor, Data Strategies & Analysis, she saw mostly women in the office in what was otherwise a male-dominated major at her school. She was introduced to a few people, shown her desk, away from the windows, sadly, and then led to her boss’s office. Inside, striking redhead sat behind the desk. She was wearing a beautiful suit, and looked immaculate. There was room for six people to sit in front of her work station—it would have been rude to call it just a desk—and two of the seat were occupied.

“Oh, Katherine, and you must be Bethany Ambrose.” The redhead got up from her desk. She had to be just over six feet tall. She shook Beth’s hand and nodded to the other’s. “That’s Alison Schmidt, data resource specialist, and James Garden, one of our best male coders.” James gave a slight frown but stood up to shake Beth’s hand. He was lean guy, but very attractive, and Beth always liked guys with close-cropped hair. James sat back down, and the redhead, her boss, stood with her back to him. “Lastly, I’m Meredith Masters. Most people just call me Em. Do *not* call me ma’am or sir or boss, okay? We don’t work like that here, and—.” Alison laughed, interrupting. “Yes, Alison.”

“I think James likes what you’re wearing today, Em.” Alison said, pointing to the relatively still figure of James, very focused on Em’s ass.

“Lovely.” Em rolled her eyes at Beth as is to say, what can you do? Sha glanced over her shoulder. “James, will you come over here, please.” He lurched up and walked the few steps to stand next to them. Even to Beth it was clear he had an erection. “These boys, they see something they like, and,” she snapped her fingers, “out like a light. James is brilliant, aren’t you James?”

“Grab that ass, rip your panties off with my teeth…”

“But he’s not much of a coder like this, is he? However delightful some of his thoughts might be.” Em reached out and stroked the front of James’s pants, and the man almost purred. “The work here is challenging. The hours are sometimes long, but we’re not nearly as bad as some teams in that respect. For example, I’ll likely never have you in here on a weekend, and we like to have fun, too. Drink in the office, coding challenges, Nerf fights…all that nerdy CS bullshit. I came to it late. I got my MBA first, before doing crash courses in coding, so I don’t get the nerd stuff as much. James, why don’t you take out your cock?”

“I was going to introduce Beth to the server integration folks, and—.”

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, Kat. I know you and James used to be an item, but how can you not want to share that cock with world. It’s just us girls here.” Beth stood silently as James wrestled his cock out of his fly. Alison laughed as Beth took a step back. “My god, look at it! Ten inches. I measured. I mean, really, most men are barely functional with an average of five inches, and he has double that. Go ahead, Beth you can touch it. He wants you to.” Before she could stop her, Em, had taken her hand and placed it around James’s shaft. His skin was hot and smooth, and she felt him stiffen in her grip. Em started stroking him having Beth do it with her. “It honestly takes two hands to get him done quickly. Are you sure you don’t want ot get in on this, Kat?”

“No, ma’am.” Katherine answered with more than a little frost in her voice.

“Oh, she’s upset.” Em made a mocking face. “Go outside, then, and close the door behind you.” She started to move, and Beth went to follow, though Em grabbed her by the wrist. “Not you.” She glanced at Katherine, but she was already closing the door behind her. “I’m sure Katherine gave you a rundown about how things work here at Brannon, but it’s the same at most of the big companies. What I’ll ask of you,” she said, still stroking James’s large cock, is what I ask of all my female employees: You are to do your job to the best of your abilities *and* keep this office running smoothly. James is part of us running smoothly.”

“I’m not sure I—.” Beth started, but Em talked right over her.

“He really is a brilliant programmer, and I need him working as much as possible with limited,” she looked down at his erection, “interruptions. While I admit, this one may be *my* fault, I need all of my teammates to step up when called upon.”

“Um, of course, Em.” Beth said.

“Excellent!” Em beamed. “Then if you don’t mind,” she let go of James’s erection, my arm is getting tired, and I need to make a phone call.” Beth turned to leave. “No, Bethany, finish him off. We need him phased back in.” Beth blinked, realizing what he boss was asking of her. “I’d prefer you take him in your mouth. I know you may not have experience with ones that big, but the technique is the same, and using a free hand speeds it along. I don’t want him coming on my carpet. Alison, I’ll see you at four for our meeting, okay?” Alison nodded, and moved past Beth, but not before whispering in her ear: I’m kind of jealous. Beth was still frozen in place when Em sat at her desk and picked up her phone. “Well, come on, it’s big, but it won’t bite.” Beth knew she had a decision to make, and it was her first day. She looked at her boss, who was busy dialing a number, and then back to James. He was looking at her and lightly teasing his own erection. She closed her eyes and took breath, but she found herself getting on her knees and taking his cock in her hand before guiding it to her lips. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t gone down on guys before. It wasn’t even the first time she’d dome it with a relative stranger, but at work? With her boss watching…well, not watching, disinterestedly glancing.

“Oh, fuck your blonde pussy…” James muttered as she started blowing him.

“Gail? It’s Em, how are you, you old cunt?” She laughed. “No, I’m fine, too? The kids? Good, good. Honestly, I’m ready for mine to go off to college, but that’s a few years from now. Still, I’m glad I had all girls.” Beth didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she also didn’t necessarily want to concentrate on the fact that she was giving a colleague a blow job. “What do you say we go to the club around six, tonight? Oh, come on, your reports can wait until the morning. I’m feeling like a steak, and to be honest, I’ve been soaking my panties for days. Yeah, the husband’s been out of town visiting family. Don’t get me wrong, I like a good vibrator session as much as the next gal, but a little hot co—.” She laughed. “It’s funny you should ask, he’s here right now. Our latest hire is going down on him right now. Oh, she’s blushing. Say hi, Beth.” Em held up the phone, and Beth pulled back and said hello. “She’s shy, I think. No, I’m not inviting her. No one needs to see their boss get drunk and handsy on the first day, and I plan to do more than get handsy…Oh, please, what your husband or my husband doesn’t know, can’t hurt them, besides my husband *likes* to watch.” James started coming. Beth had been paying more attention to the phone call than her task at hand. She had no choice but to swallow, and he filled her mouth twice over. Em held out a tissue to her, and she took it, dabbing her mouth. “For his tip, girl…my carpets, remember?” Beth hastily wiped James’s tip and put him back in his pants, even zipping him up. It took a moment, but he blinked into awareness.

“Oh, hey, um, sorry…I know it’s your first day. That was, um, a good blow job?” He said it like question, but Beth figured it was hard to turn that into a really effective compliment. He helped her up.

“You two can go.” Em said to them. “James, I need your scripts by five-thirty. Beth, good work. I look forward to seeing what else you can do.” She turned back to her phone call as they left the office.

Katherine was still waiting outside. James muttered a half-hearted greeting to her, and turned a corner. Katherine frowned for a moment, but then shook her head.

“I’m not mad at you. She does it to all of us…the blowjob thing. I should have warned you. I just didn’t expect James to be there. You did blow him, right?” Beth nodded.

“Seriously, we are not together anymore, haven’t been in over a year. Dating a guy with a big dick is…well, it’s a lot of maintenance. He phased out a lot, too. The guy gets horny a lot. I was happy to meet his needs, even at work, but then the other women—and not just in this office—found out about his size, and it got complicated very quickly. When most of the women you know have had some sort of sex with your boyfriend, things get awkward really quickly. You’re one us now, at least, so the net blow job is entirely up to you. Let’s go meet some of the other folks.”

[End Part 1]

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