I was 38, divorced, without a job and my girlfriend had just dumped me for a man with more money, that is to say, a man with a job. In fact, it was now a year after the law firm who had employed me for ten years had let me go --undoubtedly because my salary had reached twice that of the most junior attorneys. My savings were gone and my unemployment benefits had just expired.
I was a good lawyer, very experienced in divorce law and general civil litigation, but despite all the resumes I had sent and the numerous ads I had answered, no one was interested. I had even applied for legal positions which involved areas of law I knew nothing about. No luck at all.
So, when I responded to yet another ad, I expected nothing different. In fact, I barely paid attention to what the ad said. The only thing that stood out in my memory was that the ad required a head to toe picture. But I, of course, realized that attractiveness was an aid to any profession, so without another thought I attached a full body picture of myself in my best suit.
A call came a week later. The female voice told me they wanted to interview me right away, in fact, in three hours, if possible. I quickly accepted and typed the address she gave me into the notes app on my phone. As I got ready, I realized I had not kept the ad and I remembered only a small portion of what it had said. I would just have to "wing it."
The address brought me to a two-story building on the outskirts of the city. Plastered on the outside were three huge, pink letters: "F.E.M." The lobby was empty, but for the same letters nailed to the wall. Underneath the letters on the wall was the full name: "Female Empowerment Management." Ahead about ten steps was a wall and a single wooden door. I scratched my head and checked the address on my phone. As I was doing so, I heard the door open and a female voice ask, "Mac?"
I looked up from my phone and into the light blue eyes of a beautiful, blonde woman, dressed in a black miniskirt and tight, white blouse that showed ample cleavage. My mouth froze. I must have looked comical, because she chuckled. "It's ok," she said, "this happens a lot--men getting confused about this place. That's why I come to the lobby."
"Ok, sorry," I blurted out. I wasn't sure if I was more off balance by the sign, or her looks. I pulled my gaze off of her gorgeous face and back to the wall sign. "I answered an ad for a legal position and I am not sure I am in the right place. I don't know anything about "female empowerment."
She smiled. "Well, hopefully we can change that." She was holding the door open and she gestured towards the inside. "Come in." She waited as I considered whether to comply. A streak of impatience flashed across her face. Her lips pursed. "Last chance," she said, as she held the door open.
What choice did I have? I went up to her and followed her through the doorway. The ass beneath her short, black skirt looked tight and pert as she brought me down a hallway. A quick film fantasy of that ass in my bed ran through my head.
She ushered me into a big office, with a large, expensive mahogany desk. There was a woman sitting behind who looked to be forty and not nearly as attractive as the one who I had first met. This woman had a plain face, no makeup and her black hair was cut short. She pointed to a chair in front of the desk. Before her was my resume and my photograph. The woman who brought me to the office sat in a chair off to the side.
"Mr. Zander, we are in the business of female empowerment and we have a position available for one of slots in legal. You have the necessary background. But what we need to know is, do you have the other attributes that we require?"
I looked at her quizzically. I also had noticed that neither of the women had introduced themselves. I was about to ask, politely, for their names, but the woman behind the desk spoke first.
"Please stand up, Mr. Zander," she said.
I looked at her with a furrowed brow. Her mien became stern. I kept thinking about how badly I needed money. I had never been asked to do such a thing at an interview. I began to wonder what was going on. Her expression darkened. She was absolutely serious. I glanced at my picture on her desk. Seems that appearance is exceptionally important here.
I stood.
She relaxed and sat back. Her eyes roamed from my eyes, down to my chest and down from there. I blushed. She grinned. "Now turn around."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
I craned my neck towards the woman who had met me in the lobby. "Yes, we need a very thorough understanding of how other women will think of you. In any job involving clients, looks help. As the ad said, for a male position in our company, looks are VERY important.
I gulped, still confused and unsure. "Male position?" But I sucked it up and turned in a circle.
"What do you think, Miriam?" asked the older woman.
"Fine ass. Nice bulge. Handsome face. He passes the first test, I'd say, April."
I gaped at the two women.
April nodded to Miriam, then pressed a button built into her desk.
I plopped down in my chair. "Listen, I..."
April raised her palm.
I went quiet.
I heard a knock on the door behind me. "Enter!" Miriam yelled. I heard the door open, then the sound of feet softly moving across the floor.
I followed April's eyes and turned in my seat. My mouth dropped open. Coming up to the desk was a man, a man carrying a silver tray, a tray with coffee cups and a coffee pot. The man was naked. No, I take that back. He wore just an apron. A string was knotted at the back, just above his bare ass, which was now prominently displayed in front of me, as the man set down the tray on a side table and served April behind the desk.
Miriam then snapped her finger. The almost naked man grabbed the serving tray and hurried over to her. He set down the tray and handed a cup of coffee to her. She then raised her index finger. He froze. As he stood there, she sipped her coffee, slowly.
April was staring at me, obviously waiting to see my reaction. A test. I gulped, looked back at Miriam and the manservant. "What kind of place is this?"
Neither of the women responded. Miriam placed her cup down on the serving tray. The man was still locked in place. She looked intently at the apron and simply nodded.
The man reached behind his back and pulled the string. The apron dropped to the floor.
Miriam's eyes grew wide and a broad smile spread across her face. "Turn sideways," she told the guy.
That made it so his erection was in plain sight for me. She looked directly at me and said, "This is a place where intelligent, handsome men are treated well and are paid handsomely to provide all kinds of services to women."
The man's cock was big. She was stroking his shaft and massaging his balls. He started moaning and in a minute he was fully erect.
"I want some 'sugar' in my coffee," she said. She pulled his cock down toward her cup.
Her strokes became rapid. The man's knees started to quiver and he was breathing heavily. Through clenched teeth he gasped, "Madam, may I please come?"
She slowed her strokes, deliberately restraining his orgasm. "When I say so!" she snapped.
"Yes, Madam," he said weakly.
