Chapter I Titillation
Markus rolled out of bed, mornings were always his favorite time of day. The unbelievable quiet and stillness helped him ease into the day in a clear, relaxed state. The water in the shower stung him like hot little needles, but felt strangely refreshing. It figures he thought, that I would enjoy the pain of hot water hitting my skin. He smiled at himself for thinking such thoughts and quickly washed. He toweled dry and stood in front of the mirror assessing himself. He still had a full head of straight, thick brown hair that he wore short. He looked at his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, yes they were considered dated, but he liked how it made his face look, his body he thought was in pretty damned good shape for a 42 year old man, all that hockey paid off he thought. After finishing in the bathroom he quietly walked to the closet and went inside to get dressed, he shut the door behind him so as not to wake his sleeping wife.
He remembered he had to give a job interview, the administrative manager for his department was sending him a potential administrative assistant, pending his approval. The manager had already interviewed her and deemed her more than qualified for the job. He hoped she was right, this would be his third in as many months. The first one quit the very week he hired her as he had to be out of town the day afterward and she felt "abandoned". The second one was just too confrontational, and didn't work well for others. She was a young "in your face" woman who needed some age and experience to mellow her temper. Markus chose a pair of black slacks, a camel colored button down shirt and a checked sport coat that matched. This he thought, was casual but professional. Perfect for helping the interviewee feel at ease without giving up the air of authority.
He grabbed a cup of coffee and made the short drive to the office. As was typical, Marcus liked to go through his email early giving him time to adjust his day-planner accordingly. Today was a quiet day, which pleased him. It would allow him to spend more time on the interview and "do it right" he thought.
He sat sipping his second cup of coffee and looking out his office window at the trees. He had worked very hard to establish himself with his company. He had started as a shift supervisor and took a variety of positions in engineering and operations polishing his reputation while working his way up to Sr. Regional operations manager. He was respected and got along with his peers, subordinates and seniors at his company and was considered an amicable, straight shooter who got things done.
He was jarred from his reverie when the suite door opened and people started streaming in. He looked at his clock and realized his appointment would be coming in shortly. He quickly went to the restroom, relieved himself, washed his hands and gave a once over in the mirror. He wanted to ensure he looked presentable for his interview.
Precisely at ten o'clock one of the office women brought his candidate in for her interview. He liked that she was prompt, that was one of his pet peeves. "I'm Markus Steiger" he said introducing himself. He stood as he introduced himself so and took her proffered hand. He immediately noticed her looks, though he tried not to stare. She was about five foot three, obviously of middle eastern descent. She had long black curled hair (he thought they were called spiral perms) with reddish highlights. She had dark eyes with full lips and her finger nails were long with a neat manicure. Her noticed that her black, professional business suit did nothing at all to hide her voluptuous full figure.
"Jasmine" she said, "Jasmine Alawash, its a pleasure to meet you."
He tore his gaze from her so as not to appear lecherous and quickly sat behind his desk, hiding his obvious discomfort.
He asked her all the usual questions, how many words a minute could she type? Was she proficient with a computer? What software programs could she use? What did she want out of her career and the like. He had pretty much decided that he wanted to hire her, but didn't want to tip his hand right away. He talked with her about salary and found out she was right in the ballpark as far as her desired pay. He said he would call her by the end of the week with an answer, though his mind was already made up. She stood and gave him a small smile, again extending her hand, palm side down. "I look forward to hearing from you soon Mr. Steiger" and with that she turned and left, not even looking back. He stood there and for some reason, felt a bit flustered, as if he had somehow not been in control of any aspect of the interview.
That night he slept uneasily. Visions kept coming unbidden to him. She was standing in front of him,
her dark piercing eyes reaching to his very core. The images were unsettling, erotic and very sexual. He awoke sometime after three a.m. disoriented, and shaking. The dreams have haunted him since adolescence but the woman never had a face until tonight.
He got out of bed and sat down in front of his computer at his desk. Every once in a while he had to quench his thirsting desire. Tonight he would end up logging on and looking at photos, as well as reading stories. All of the stories that he read had a common underlying theme. The women were all in charge. Marcus wasn't sure when his sexual preference turned this way, nor was he sure why it was so. The only thing he did know was that it ate at him, it drove him to distraction, and it caused him to ache sexually.
Friday he decided to call Jasmine back. Hello, this is Jasmine" she said, in the same pleasant tone she had used at the interview. "Ms. Alawash, its me, Mr. Steiger. I wanted to call and let you know that I have decided to extend an offer for the amount we discussed earlier in the week." He said. "Thank you Mr. Steiger, that will be acceptable. I'll call the human resources representative and make arrangements. I'll start as soon as I can." She said. He nodded, then realized that he was on the phone. He cleared his throat and said that would be fine. "Would you please call me when you have made the arrangements with your start date? He asked. She affirmed that indeed she would take care of it, and hung up. He stood there for a moment with a sense of deja vu over losing control of the conversation. He stood there dumbfounded and shook his head. Markus walked to the refridgerator replaying the conversation in his head. How had she taken control of the conversation so effortlessly. He prided himself on his ability to read people.
Markus was busy all weekend so the thought of her didn't come up until Monday in the shower. He recalled his conversation with her, and became semi-erect. He found himself dressing up, though there was no need for it. He wore a pair of olive green dress slacks, a black turtle neck and an olive green sport coat. He looked at himself in the mirror as he splashed after shave on, not bad he thought.
Once again he found himself in the office early. He made coffee, checked his email and since he had
some extra time, sneaked onto his dial up connection bypassing the LAN. He looked at some erotic photos, mostly of men giving women oral, it was his fetish and never failed to make him erect. He visited an erotic story site, looking for any domination stories where the man found himself obeying a dominant woman. Markus realized time was running short, so he signed off and cleaned his PC. He knew the cost of getting caught with pornography on his PC. He wasn't willing to risk loosing his job.
