Inanna

[Continuing the tales of Jay as started in The Office Boy and continued in The Conference and Calendar Boy]

As soon as Jay closed the door behind him, his Mum's shrill voice shouted out to him, "Letter for you there." On the side table, a crisp white envelope with his name and address printed across sat waiting for him. Curiously, he peeled it open. Immediately, the gold embossed letterhead answered his inquisitiveness, 'Inanna.'

A few of his female superiors had dropped the name around him, usually followed by a knowing smirk. His manager and mistress, Miss Lord, had told him she had forwarded his name for a potential position at the establishment, but they were very selective about the new staff.

She had left the final decision up to him, passing him their card with the number to call. Once dialed there was no turning back, failure to turn up or back out would look badly on Miss Lord. It had been several weeks since the rather cold phone call and he'd started to believe he had already failed to interest them.

His hand trembled with excitement as he read the letter, printed in bold black. 'Mr J Broad, We are inviting you for an interview on Monday at 11.00 prompt. This will be a verbal and practical evaluation of your talents, so failure to do due diligence will be an immediate end to the discussion.'

Jay understood completely what was being asked, the last few months had taught him exactly what was required from him. The glowing references from Miss Lord and Miss Brianna Brown along with his provocative calendar pictures had gotten him this far, now it was down to him.

After texting Miss Lord the good news he sprang upstairs to get changed from his work suit before her reply flashed up. "Marvellous news, I think you should take the whole day off on Monday. Not sure what state you'll be in after they finish with you. Lol.'

Jay texted back his thanks then waited through a tense nervous weekend where he struggled to keep the impending meeting off his mind. Luckily his sister was busy away with football so he was free from her antagonism for the time. By Sunday evening his nerves were eating away at him before Miss Lord texted him a message.

'Good luck tomorrow, although I'm sure you don't need it. We both know you were made for this, just behave correctly for the women and be the best little slut you can. Xxx.'

It brought some needed relief to him and the usual arousal of seeing her call him a slut. The weeks since the initial telephone call he made had brought some trepidation and doubts but he knew the extra money was his chance to finally escape the family home and more than anything fulfil his growing urges.

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With a growing nervousness, he made his way along the quiet city centre street, peering into each passing building to scan the company's names. The Georgian Terrace houses loomed impressively before him as he read the gold-plated names. A growing collection of solicitors, doctors, dentists and accountancy firms passed before him.

Finally, he stopped before a large wooden door and took a step up to read 'Inanna - Members Only.' Pressing the intercom he peered up at the camera angled towards him and awaited a response. With a soft buzz and a click the door eased open and Jay stepped into the warm embrace of the inner santion.

Treading softly through the thick purple plush carpet he made his way towards a small window situated in the middle of the dark wooden panelled walls. Abruptly it slid open and an angelic-looking blonde girl froze him with her sparkling blue eyes, "Can I help you?"

"I er have an interview at eleven," the words stuttered out as he tried desperately not to stare at those eyes.

Looking through the appointment book she read down the list with her pen, "Ah Mr Broad."

Jay forced a nervous grin, "Yes that's me."

"Take a seat," she pointed towards the adjacent waiting room and brusquely closed the window.

Taking a seat on the comfortable red leather sofa, the heavy warmth started to stifle him and the sweat began to grow. His eyes darted between the achingly slow clock and the dim shadow flickering behind the closed glass.

Adjusting his shirt from his dampening armpits she appeared ninja-like at his side causing him to jump upright. Her eyes twinkled down at him as she barely concealed a smirk at his reaction.

"Follow me," her long blonde flicked into the air as she spun around.

Jay's eyes locked on her perfectly formed rear which wiggled before him in her tight pencil skirt. They progressed along a dark wooden corridor before stopping outside a large oak door.

"Wait here until you are called," she pointed to a small almost childlike chair beside the door.

Sitting down with his knees raised up he eagerly watched her disappear from his view, her coldness towards him had not doused her attraction. The chair made him feel like he was back in school, the wooden arms tight at his sides.

His ears strained to hear any movement within the room, only an occasional muffled noise could be made out to show any semblance of human life was within. A tiny brass plate was attached high on the door and he raised himself to read the inscription, 'Miss Grey.'

"Come!" the silence was shattered by the loud command from within the confines of the room.

Standing to attention Jay straightened his tie and took one long deep breath before finally turning the brass doorknob and stepping into the room. His eyes fixed on the tall blonde lady who rose from her chair as he entered and he dithered over the closing of the door.

"Please take a seat," she directed him towards his seat with a wave of her arm.

Her voice was much warmer than the receptionist and Jay felt more at ease in her company. Until he sat in the chair facing her desk and once again realised how much smaller it was, his face could do nothing but look up at her.

"Welcome, my name is Miss Grey." She sat forward in her leather chair so as to loom further over him. "I am the manager of this establishment."

Jay took in her words as his eyes scoured over the impressive figure before him, nodding in acknowledgement. Her blonde hair was pulled back and gelled into place and her tall physique was tightly packed into a black business jacket with a low-buttoned white blouse showing an enticing glimpse of cleavage.

"Well, Mr Broad I hope you know you have done well to get this far," the cool grey eyes peered down at him. "Only boys with excellent recommendations would get anywhere near to the inside of these premises."

"Yes Miss Grey I understand it's a very selective company," he adjusted his posture to appear taller in his chair.

"Selective is a good description, as is discreet, prudent and exacting." Her full lips pursed in amusement, "To get this far you need to be put forward by a full member, have glowing references from a member and pass a rigorous investigation into your background."

"What kind of investigation?" Jay shifted uncomfortably at his news, he was not the most obedient boy growing up.

"Oh nothing to worry about, your disagreeable ways seem to have been corrected." Miss Grey flicked open the file layout on her desk, "Miss Lord says she had to take you in hand on several occasions but your progress has been exemplary."

Jay flushed red at the memory of his many disciplinary spankings at the hands of his mistress and in the embarrassment of his previous behaviour. "Miss Lord has been very helpful towards me."

Her lips now broke into a broad smile, "well, we'll see shortly how well she's taught you." She read down the pages with her finger, "Your family life is fine, Mother and sister both working." "I take it they know nothing of this side of you?"

"Oh no, absolutely nothing." He shook his head vigorously in reply.

"Good to hear, your sister I do know but don't worry your secret is very safe." She flicked over the page with a snap, "If you are successful discretion is imperative in this establishment."

Jay nodded eagerly, "I totally understand." The mention of his sister had thrown him temporarily but nothing surprised him about her.

"And your friends, do they have any idea? She almost teased him with the question.

"God no," the abruptness of his answer made me blush for a second. The thought of his scally mates ever finding out about his newfound desires for being dominated by women made his body cringe. "I don't hang out with them much anymore," the words were true and conscious.

"That's good to hear, those boys are only going to hold you back." She took a disdainful look at the pictures of his friends on the file, "Listen to the females in your life."

She read the next few pages in silence as Jay perched on the edge of his seat awaiting her next utterance. "Well that all seems fine and I'm very impressed by the photos."

At the mention of the photographs, he reddened again at the memory of that afternoon. Jay chewed on his lower lip as he watched her eyes peruse each picture before her in growing glee.

Her cool grey eyes lifted from the page, "Now you do understand that the main part of your interview is the practical?" She scrutinized his face as he nodded his reply, "and I hope you understand what that will entail."

Squirming in his chair, Jay carried on nodding. "Yes, Miss Grey I think I do."

Placing down the file she brought her full attention upon him, "You will be fucked by one of our girls to see whether are up to the standard required." Her words dropped the warmth and became slightly harsher, "I do hope you are fully prepared for that."

"I am Miss Grey," his recent newly awakened sex life had become second nature to him now. The instructions of his own Mistress Miss Lord had detailed exactly what would be required of him today so the question did not strike any fear into him.

"Good boy," her genial manner had returned as she reached into a desk drawer. "Have a quick read of this and if this is all right please sign at the bottom and we will continue."

The paper shook in his hand as he surveyed each indecipherable line of legal jargon and his face showed a glimpse of panic as he gazed back vacantly at her.

"It's an NDA," she quickly read the growing unease in the boy. "A Non-Disclosure Agreement, just a legal agreement that whatever happens today stays a secret between us."

Forcing a smile he wrote his name nervously at the bottom and returned the paper to Miss Grey. Wiping his sweating palms along the thighs of his pants, discreetly.

"As I said before discretion is imperative at Inanna," as she replaced the document back into the drawer. "Our clientele are important, rich and sometimes famous members of society so absolute secrecy is mandatory."

"Very impressive," she smiled fully for the first time. With a snap, she closed the file, "now for the physical part of the interview."

She rose from her desk and Jay realised it wasn't just the chair that made him small, she was around six foot but in heels, she towered above him. With a click of her fingers, she gestured him to stand, raising himself up he still looked upwards.

"Strip," the pleasantness had dropped from her voice and been replaced with a harsh abruptness.

The demand caught him cold and he hesitated in his actions.

"Now boy, now!" The words grew in volume and annoyance, "If you want to work here, learn to obey." She brushed her hands along the seams of her tight skirt straightening out the creases.

Clumsily Jay stripped, her harsh words making him fumble with the buttons. His jacket, ties and shirt were quickly removed before he slid down his trousers and stepped out of his shoes. Placing them all on the chair he turned back to Miss Grey for direction.

"Everything," her eyes looked scornfully upon his boxers. "You have nothing I haven't seen boy and do lose the socks."

Shyly he peeled off the socks slid down the boxer shorts and stood naked and exposed before her.

"Mmmm you certainly are a pretty one," she strode from her desk and circled him. Her warm fingers gently stroked his body as she examined him. "Glad to see you are clean-shaven, that is compulsory here."

"Miss Lord told me to be and to be honest I prefer to be shaven," he tried to catch her eye as she surveyed him.

"Good boy, our ladies like a smooth lad." Her body brushed against his skin as her warm breath flickered against his cool body. "You would definitely be a popular boy," she gave his bottom a soft tap.

"Thank you, Miss Grey," he tried to concentrate on the woman before him. At her touch, his cock bounced into life against his will and determination.

"I do like a boy who's excited in his work," she perched herself on the edge of the desk. The full lips were now in a permanent smirk as she surveyed the naked boy before bending over the desk to press her intercom.

The sight of that perfectly round arse bent up over the desk gave more life to his cock and he frantically tried to cover it with his hands.

Turning back around Miss Grey checked on his embarrassment and grinned, "Naughty boy."

The entrance of the blonde receptionist brought some small respite to the uncomfortableness before she took in the full sight of Jay and giggled.

"Thank you, Emily, that will be all." The girl placed down a package, gave a malicious grin to Jay and flicked her hair back out of the room. "This is your uniform if you are successful," she handed it to Jay.

Opening the box Jay was perplexed by how any of this was a uniform, all it contained were tiny bits of pink.

Judging his puzzlement Miss Grey pulled each piece from the box, "This is a chocker it goes around your neck." She dangled the pink leather collar in front of him, "Of course, your name will be engraved on it if successful."

His eyes widened as she picked up a small pink plastic object, much to his bemusement.

"This is a chastity cage," she gave a glance at his erect member. "I can't believe no one has used one on you yet." Enjoying his discomfort she whispered in his ear, "Only a few ladies make a lad wear one of these but if they ask you wear it."

"Yes Miss Grey," he answered but still tried to work out how the contraption would fit over his overexcited cock.

"And these are your shorts," she held the tiny bright pink shorts up for him to see. "Again if successful your name will be added."

She returned to her desk and tossed the shorts back to him, "put them on."

Staring at the minute material Jay worked out how they were meant to be worn but couldn't see how they would fit. Peeling them up his legs they stretched as they got higher before he finally got them in place. They felt like a second skin and bulged obscenely around the crotch.

"Don't you look sexy," she slapped her hands together in delight. She bounded over to him and slipped the chocker tightly around his throat, "now only the practical part of the interview to pass."

Delicately she slipped the chocker around his neck secured it tightly and attached a long lead which she held firmly in her grasp. "Follow Me."

Without a second to think, she walked from the room and the lead pulled him abruptly to trail behind. The blonde receptionist stood watching the procession and finally, her ice-cool demeanour was shattered. The half-naked boy in pink shorts being paraded towards her broke her into open mirth.

"Oh Lucy, do grow up." Miss Grey scolded the girl who tried to hide her giggles behind her. With a sharp yank on the lead, she pulled the boy into a short doorway and stopped before a metallic lift door.

She clicked on the up button and entered the door as it pinged open, floor 3 she leaned against the metal bar. "This is the tradesman lift and will be the only way you travel within the building," She gave the lead a small pull to gain his attention, "Only the customers walk the floors and stairs."

"Yes Miss Grey," Jay shivered slightly in the chilled elevator.

At the sound of the ring, the lift opened and Miss Grey strode briskly along the thick carpeted floor. Her stride made him follow in a frantic rush to escape the lead yerking him harshly by the neck.

Halting, she turned a key into a door and opened room 4. "This is where your practical exam will take place," Miss Grey attached the lead to one of the four posts on the bed, "wait here until your mistress arrives."

Jay positioned himself down on the edge of the huge bed and stared at his reflection in the wall-length mirror. His feet dug into the thick pink shag carpet as he surveyed the room, feeling suddenly alone and nervous once again.

Leaving the room Miss Grey stopped before a nameless door before unlocking and slipping inside. The room was dark but she could make out a figure seated, "Hello Miss Franklyn."

Miss Franklyn rose and greeted Miss Grey, "Morning Miss Grey." She stood slightly smaller but still impressive, her long black hair cascaded down her back. "I've just been reading his file, this might be fun."

They both laughed, "rather interested myself." Miss Grey took her place on the plush chaise longue," he is a little cutie."

Striding to the opposite side of the room Miss Franklyn pulled on a curtain rope and brought the room alight. The window showed the whole of the opposite room and both women studied the nearly naked boy.

"Mmmm, he is cute," Miss Franklyn devilishly licked her lips.

"Let's hope he lives up to his reviews," she patted the space next to her and bade her friend over. "I really hope he does."

"Mmm me too," she squeezed her round backside alongside her superior. "Who's testing him?"

"Faith!" she said the name loudly and proudly and got the gasp she wanted.

"Oh My," her mouth dropped in mock shock. "You really are putting him to the test."

"Well he's not a virgin," Miss Grey gave a deep satisfying chuckle.

Miss Franklyn poured them both a glass of wine and they both settled comfortably for the boy's performance. "I can't wait for the show."

With a clink of their glasses, both women broke into laughter and eagerly awaited the arrival of the examiner.

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Anxiously Jay sat perched on the edge of the large king-sized four-poster bed, his bare flesh against the soft sheets. The warmth and silence of the room calmed him as he awaited his examination.

As the door flew open the tranquillity was shattered by the abrupt entrance of a huge figure whose silhouette filled the doorway. She swayed her large voluptuous figure passed him as the door slammed shut.

His jaw dropped as his eyes surveyed their way up the six feet of muscle and curves till they made contact with her steely blue eyes. She smirked as she cracked her knuckles and looked down at her prey. "So you're my new toy."

Jay gulped as he peered up at her, struggling to nod his answer. With a laugh, she spun and strode her way to the ottoman before the mirror. His eyes locked on her perfectly round thick ass spray painted into her blue gym leggings showing every inch of her figure.

Flinging open the drawer, she pulled different types of dildos out and placed them in size order upon the base. Looking in the mirror at the petrified boy behind her she winked at the unseen watchers, "Get up boy, let me see what you've got."

Springing to life at her command he leapt to his feet and put his hands nervously behind him.

"Mmmm not bad," she grinned lecherously. "Now let's see that ass," she ordered him with a loud click of her fingers.

Immediately he spun and gripping the wooden bed he pushed out his bottom as commanded.

She stepped forward and caressed his back, slowly sliding her hand down to his smooth pale cheeks. "How that's a cute ass," she gave his bottom a gentle slap.

The spank sent electricity through his body and all his submissive desires flooded his brain. The nerves had gone and his lust grew in an instant, craving to obey this new goddess.