This is just a quick fap story. The author does not condone sexism in any way, shape or form. It's a quirk of the human condition that stories with transgressive details are often hotter for it.
A young man in a shabby, loose-fitting blue business suit was ushered into an empty conference room.
"Jeremy, was it?" asked the lanky, salt-and-pepper-haired older man that led the young man in. He was casually dressed, with an unbuttoned flannel over a black T-shirt and jeans.
"Oh, uh, yeah, that's me. Uh, sir," replied the young man.
The older man smiled. "You can call me Kevin. Kevin Clarke," he said. "Take a seat."
Jeremy gratefully slipped into the nearest seat around a long, rectangular table. The room looked like the kind of place a shadowy Board of Directors would meet to discuss plans for market domination. Jeremy had a manila folder clutched in his hands. The few copies of his resume it contained were nearly spilling out of it. He deposited the folder onto the table and tried to straighten out the loose papers with the tips of his fingers, an action that struck him as quaint compared to the heavy vibe of the room. The table reeked of industrial cleaning fluid.
"So, uh, how should we get started?" asked Jeremy.
"Hold your horses," Kevin said, gesturing with his palms. He ambled around the edge of the room as he spoke. "I know you've probably heard a lot about us with all the news lately and you're eager to get going, but we're waiting on someone. She's technically still the head of the UX Design team, if you can believe it!" Kevin slapped his hand on the table for emphasis. He found a spot across from Jeremy and leaned back in his chosen chair. "I think someone in upper management is having a real laugh with that one," he said with a smirk.
Jeremy nearly jumped from his seat when a knock suddenly came from behind him. Someone was at the door Kevin had closed behind them not one minute earlier.
"Speak of the devil," Kevin said, rising from his seat, "that must be her. Come in!"
Jeremy swiveled his seat and watched as the door yawned open. He was confused, at first, to see a rotund, jowly man step inside. Then he saw the portly gentleman tug on a bright red leash in his hand that trailed behind him. A moment later, Jeremy's eyes went wide.
Emerging from behind the man's thick legs was a completely naked woman, crawling on all fours. She had a spiked red collar around her neck, with a metal rung in the front which the leash was clasped to. The woman had shoulder-length dark brown hair, which may have been well-kept at some point but was now strewn wildly across her face. Her hazel eyes were turned away, shame written on her face as she crept into the room on her hands and knees. Her skin was pale, typical of a tech worker. A substantial pair of breasts dangled enticingly beneath her, nipples taut and pink.
Kevin had circled back around and approached the door while Jeremy was staring at the thoroughly cowed woman. "There she is," Kevin said, "Sally Levinson, in the flesh - though maybe that's a bit too on the nose these days."
The rotund man held out the loop of the leash he was holding and dropped it into Kevin's waiting hands. "She's yours for the rest of the day," the man said gruffly before trudging out of the room and closing the door behind him.
The woman, Sally, looked up at Kevin with uncertain eyes. Kevin gave her leash a hard yank, causing her to lurch forward with a yelp. Kevin led Sally past Jeremy a ways, giving the younger man a good look at her bare backside and her ample, quivering ass. A number of long red marks stretched over the curves of her butt, standing out sharply from her milky white skin.
Jeremy could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes. The whole scene felt surreal. "She's beautiful," he said, barely registering his own words.
"She's a bitch," Kevin said, "and she's your interviewer, so let's keep things professional." He looked down at Sally. "Get up on the table, slut."
Sally looked up at Kevin, then at the table. She turned toward the table and raised herself up onto the balls of her feet. She awkwardly pushed two of the cushy chairs that lined the table aside, just enough to fit herself between them. Kevin lifted her leash up and out of the way as he made his way back to the other side. She rose just high enough with her legs to reach her arms onto the tabletop. She lifted herself up bodily, struggling and sweating for a moment, her breasts squishing and scraping against the lacquered surface. In time she got herself more on the table than off, and she lifted one leg up, catching the edge with her toes, then the other, until she was finally all on top. She paused for a few moments, panting with her head hung low. Then she crawled, once again on her hands and knees, until she was in front of Jeremy, just about in the middle of the table. She turned to face the young man and knelt down on her legs, her thighs pursed together, doing her best to look obedient. She blushed at the young man's gaze, his eyes raking her up and down. Kevin stood behind her, still holding her leash.
"Since this is
your
interview," Kevin scoffed, "you have permission to speak."
"Oh!" Sally's lips trembled for a moment. "Um, y-yes, sir, thank you, sir." Her voice was pleasant, but shaky. "Um, I think this was a programming position? Do we have a copy of his resume..?"
"Oh, uh, here." Jeremy took a piece of paper out of his folder and slid it in front of Sally.
Sally's breasts jiggled and drooped as she lowered her head to get a better look at the document down on the tabletop. Her expression was focused. Her eyes scanned the words on the page intently, as if forgetting for a moment how ridiculous she looked.
"Before we get into the specifics of the candidate and the position," Kevin said, breaking the short silence, "don't you think we should clear the air? There have been some big changes to our corporate culture lately, if you haven't noticed, slut. We should address that first."
"Oh... r-right," Sally said, tearing her eyes away from the resume. "Um..."
"Why don't you start by explaining the big policy statement," said Kevin. "It's best he hears it from one of the whores like you."
Sally took a deep breath. "Right... so, um, Civil Software has been in business for over thirty years. In that time, they've prided themselves on being forward-thinking and even-handed. But with the changes to the legal and social landscape in recent months, the founders and executives felt it was time to take a stand and be leaders for social change. Ummm... so, a few weeks ago, our CEO made an announcement and put out a press release. The tech sector has long been male-dominated. It was time to stop trying to build a framework of gender equality on top of that n-naturally lopsided foundation, he said. In tech, men are superior, and women are inferior. Men contribute ideas and analysis and highly skilled labor. Um. The best women can offer, is... their bodies, to serve the men and keep up their morale... So, um, Civil Software has taken an official position of sexism and... extreme male domination of women in the workplace." Her cheeks flushed and her eyes looked shaken and on the edge of tears as she finished speaking.
Kevin clapped, leaning back in a chair just off to the side of Sally, leash still in hand. "That first week was an absolute riot. Women being demoted left and right, kicked out of grossly unfair leadership positions - that some of them had over men, perish the thought! You should have seen the looks on their faces when HR clarified that rape would not only be tolerated, but encouraged. It's too bad you weren't here for that, man. Shockingly few women quit outright. They're all sluts at heart, after all. Isn't that right?" He gave Sally's leash a sharp tug, almost enough to yank her out of her kneeling position.
"Yes, sir. We're all sluts, sir," Sally droned as she straightened herself up.
"Of course, like I was saying earlier, Sally here has somehow held on to her management position, at least on paper. A man on the team has stepped up to be acting manager, of course. It's about time they demoted you, eh, bitch?"
Sally shifted, kneading her thighs together nervously. "Yes, sir," she said, her eyes becoming hazier.
Kevin smirked. "You'd just love to become the lowest of the low in the company, wouldn't you? Join all your woman friends on the bottom rung? Just the thought of it is enough to make your cunt drool, huh, slut?"
Sally's eye twitched. Memories of lunches she'd had with a few of her female coworkers in the before times flashed through her head. She didn't want to think about what they were doing right now. Her face sank until she could only see her own legs. "Yes, sir."
Kevin's gaze shifted from Sally's backside to Jeremy's dumbfounded face. "Why don't you let our potential new hire see for himself? Spread your legs."
A shiver crept up Sally's spine. She paused for a moment, her cheeks burning. "Y-yes, sir," she said, hesitantly. She lifted her knees and sat back. Jolts of pain shot through her when her sore butt checks hit the surface of the table. It took a few tries to settle. She kept her legs clamped together at first, pausing just long enough to feel awkward, then slowly, finally began separating them. Jeremy tilted his head slightly as the first peek of her pink-purple pussy came into view. A trickle of feminine secretions spilled out over Jeremy's resume. Her moist, fleshy lips opened up with an additional gush. Soon her legs were fully apart. Sally's breathing became heavy under Jeremy's gaze.
