I knocked on the door, feeling my stomach freefall with anxiety.
"Come in!" Her voice commanded rather than invited.
I entered, despite my feelings of dread, holding my folder tightly in my right arm. She was seated behind a pristine desk. She wore a black blazer over a cream-colored blouse with a plunging neckline--that conspicuously drew attention to her breasts. From behind dark glasses, her brown eyes bore holes in me. Her hair was spun neatly into a tight bun. I closed the door and turned to face her. I swallowed.
"I take it you have something for me?"
"Y--Yes Ma'am." I placed the folder down on the desk.
She opened it, looked down at the title page of my manuscript, then lowered the glasses on her nose. She looked at me expectantly. "You're still dressed."
I swallowed. "Oh y--yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am." My fingers flew to the buttons on my shirt, undoing each one before sliding my arms out of the sleeves. I placed the shirt neatly on the chair to my right. Then, I began fumbling with my belt, and the button on my pants.
"I hope you write better than you undress." She smirked at me.
I blushed hard. I stepped out of my shoes, then set my pants down on the chair. I finished undressing and placed my remaining articles on the chair. I stood, facing my editor, fully exposed.
"Well, someone is excited for my notes." She licked her lips as she noted my rapidly stiffening member. She picked up a red pen, clicked it twice, then turned her attention to the pages before her.
I was nervous as hell. This was my first submission, a romantic novella. My heart raced as I watched her read, searching her face for some expression or indication. It was terrifying...and arousing. I felt the cool air on my bare skin, and my cock throbbed. The more she read, the more naked I felt.
My eyes watched as her pen moved, the sounds of her mark-ups audible in the quiet room. Even upside down, I could see exactly where she crossed out words. She underlined and wrote notes in the margins. Line by line, and page by page, she crossed out, critiqued, and corrected.
Fuck that's a lot of red ink!
My mind made quick work of building a temple of doubt in which to put any ideas about the quality of my writing or my worthiness as an author.
She read carefully, occasionally murmuring "hmmm" as she turned over a page. I thought I saw a smirk, but that could have been wishful thinking. I felt hot as I stood there, stiff cocked, almost holding my breath. What was she thinking? It was killing me not to know, and that only made my cock throb harder. I knew better than to start stroking myself. This was her time, and she decided what happened.
After what seemed like a century, she clicked the red pen and set it down. She set her glasses on top of her head as she looked up at me. Her expression was unreadable.
"What did you think, Ma'am?" My voice was small.
"It's a good start. The plot held my interest, but there is room for improvement." She opened a desk drawer and took out a red marker. She stood, walked around the desk, and assessed me. She looked me up and down, then walked behind me. The cap of the marker came off with a 'pop!'. Then, she moved directly in front of me. She took the marker to my chest and wrote 'Cliché' in large red letters.
Bringing the marker up to my forehead, she wrote 'Passive Voice'. One shoulder received 'Run-Ons' and the other 'Commas'. I realized she was covering me with all my manuscript's sins. My face burned with shame. Meanwhile, she dropped to her knees. Right above my cock, wrote 'Dangling Modifiers'. Then, she took the body of the marker and slid it along my hard shaft. I moaned softly as she stood. I could see the fire burning behind her eyes as she met mine.
She smirked, then tapped the end of the marker against my nose and chided, "Ah ah ah. Don't get too excited. I'm the editor, and I'll decide when you finish. Now, be a good little author and put your arms on the desk." Her smirk became a Cheshire grin as she walked back around her desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a ruler.
Obediently, I bent over and stuck out my ass. I put my arms on the desk, hands together, fingers interlaced. I heard the click of her heels behind me, each one made my anticipation throb harder.
THWACK!
