MY name is Brendan Murdock, and at 32 years old I'm one of the richest people in the world. I own one of the biggest tech companies on earth, and I've always been fair, moral, ethical, relatively speaking.
And that's boring. Today, as I get ready to enter into my office for the final round of interviews for the new COO of my company, a thrill runs down my spine. A sexual thrill. Because seated inside my office are five women who while supremely qualified for the position, are also beautiful.
As I open the double doors to my office and stride in confidently, I see seated in a semi-circle around my large mahogany desk:
Nilla Patel, Indian with lovely brown skin decked out in a black top and designer skirt and jacket. She wears her long black hair up, and is seated primly.
Annette Wu, Chinese, but American born looking absolutely stunning with her beautiful exotic eyes, jet black hair worn down to her shoulders, and dressed in a pair of gray pants and black sweater over a green, red, and black plaid shirt.
Nancy Leskin: White, with brown hair cut short but stylish, wearing glasses that frame a well proportioned face, and slightly pouty lips. She's wearing a smart white blouse and black pencil skirt.
Janelle Smith: Black with beautiful brown skin smiliar to Nilla's. Her curly hair spills from her head in controlled, lovely curls, just slightly chaotic. Tall and slim, she's wearing a designer button up blue and white striped shirt tucked into black pants.
Suzanna Grace: A lovely red head with perfect green eyes, and a cute slightly upturned nose. She also had a killer body and looked somehow casual yet super dressy in a tight pair of olive green pants, chambray shirt, and a tweed jacket.
As I sat down, I addressed them:
"I'm so glad t have you all here today, and congratulations on making it this far in the interview process." They all eyed me intently, and with professional poise, as I spoke. You are all supremely qualified for this position. So, to address the elephant in the room, as the final five applicants, you all are women, and I'm proud to be increasing the diversity of our workplace. But you weren't selected because you're women, but for your qualifications, and again on that, you should be very proud. I have made a final selection, but if a selection has been made though, perhaps you're wondering why you're all here then?" I finished.
Suzanna nodded, "I am wondering that."
"Me too," Nilla added.
"Is there anything further we can add now to confirm the decision or sway it?" Nancy asked.
Janelle and Annette remained silent, but were intently interested.
"There is one final qualification," I began, "And yes, one of you absolutely has the job, but to receive the offer, you must...hhhmmm, the time now is 9 AM...remain here in my office until 1 PM."
Sunlight streamed in through my south facing windows on the fifth floor of our main building, and played across the faces of the five women, now slightly confused.
"Alright..." Janelle began, "are we go just sit here, then? What if your choice leaves?"
"The second choice gets an offer, and so on down the line," I replied crisply.
Nilla tilted her head, "This is very unusual!"
"It is," I agreed, "But rather than explain my intentions with words, I approached Annette who had remained silent until now. "Mr. Murdock?" she asked, getting up.
"No, no, Annette, it's Brendan, and please remain seated." I said calmly as I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my khakis, and unzipped them. There was a slight murmur that passed through the room as the women sat there frozen for a moment, not believing what they were seeing. I took a moment to treasure the transition as the environment went from strictly professional to something else, and slid my khakis and boxer shorts to my knees, exposing myself about six inches from Annette's face.
Nilla was the first to break the silence, and got up like a bolt, "YOU HAVE GOT TO FUCKING BE KIDDING ME?!?" she screamed, "What bullshit is this? How dare you? How...fucking...dare you??? You come in and give this speech about how qualified we are, and how us being women has nothing to do with your selection, and then...then...this??? I will not stay silent about this. This is disgusting! Suzanna, Annette, Janelle, Nancy, come on, we can do better."
She stormed out, and turned her head to see that no one had risen from their seat, although Annette looked a bit nervous as I began to stroke my now erect penis no more than two inches from her face. The other three women looked on sympathetically, perhaps with a bit of shame, and Janelle said, "Nilla...it's 750k a year, base."
"And I promise...after this, I will be nothing but professional," I added, as pleasure began to course up my dick, and I continued jerking off.
"Unbelieveable and shameful," Nilla said as she stormed from the room, a dark storm cloud moving quickly. Well, down to four. And she wasn't my first choice.
"Brendan," Annette laughed nervously, "seriously, what is this?" She turned her head away from my dick as I was stroking even more furiously now.
"No, no, look at it, Annette."
It felt really, really good. I kept jerking off, staring at Annette's lovely, perky tits. Maybe a B cup, pressing through her sweater.
"Everyone...shhh." I urged, and oh god it felt good. Like lightning, tingling started to rush down my legs and settle in my stomach, a sign that my orgasm was going to be extra strength. I had saved up for two days for this first jerk, and Annette had no idea what was coming, as she continued to look on in disbelief at what was happening.
"Brendan..." Janelle began.
"Janelle, he's not really going to do this." Annette said, laughing, getting some confidence back now that things had normalized a bit with Nilla gone. Sure, it was an absurd situation, but humans are incredibly quick to adapt.
And with near perfect timing, as my stroking reached mass speed, and not a second after Annette had reassured Janelle that I wasn't really going to do this, pleasure exploded in my dick, up the shaft and into the head, and I came, shooting my warm, sticky load. The first pump, took Annette in the forehead, a white splash splatting her skin and a bit getting in her black hair, the second pump splooshed against her nose and cheek, and as she opened her mouth to exclaim in surprise and disbelief that I was giving her a white, sticky facial, I aimed slightly downward, and the third and final bit of my load shot perfectly into her mouth.
"Oh my God!," she gurgled, come dripping down her chin, and bending over to retrieve some tissues from her purse at her side, she spat out my come, and started to wipe off her face, rubbing my huge load around. The tissues weren't really doing the job very well and her face was still covered in semen and bits of tissue that got stuck.
The tip of my dick was a bit sticky and wet, but oh well, I thought as I tucked myself back in and got my pants back on. I strode to my washroom and returned with a towel to hand to Annette who was now standing, arms at her side quaking with anger and disgust. She was quite a sight, with my come still coating her face, while simultaneously looking like she wanted to kill me. The other women were sitting there in stunned silence, probably happy it wasn't them, but also debating what was to come and if it was worth it.
I handed her the towel, and she yanked it from my hand, wiping her face, then throwing it on the ground at my feet. "Nilla was right, you fuckhead, fuck you, fuck this job, rot in hell!," she screamed at me and stormed out. Annette was my number two choice, so oh well.
"Anyone else want to leave," I asked.
Suzanna, sighed, "No...I'm in. It's a few more hours."
Janelle seconded the thought, "Can't be worse than that, and we know what to expect now. I want this job. Do your worst."
"Nancy?" I asked.
She looked at me, then at Annette's empty seat and there was a long silence. "....I had better be the first choice."
"So," I said, "That happened. Moving forward, I do stress that what got you this far, believe it or not, are your skills as leaders in business and your management abilities, as well as your intelligence."
"It doesn't feel that way, Brendan." Janelle said, "But go on."
"Fair enough, and maybe this is particularly surprising..."
"...because you've won the most ethical business owner from Tech Entrapaneur for two years in a row?" Susanna interrupted.
"Exactly, and that's boring...so, so, so very boring. So for once in my life, I'm having some fun and breaking the rules, and you all are along for the ride if you choose to be, with one of you obtaining an excellent position in one of the top companies in the world. So, for what it's worth, I still believe myself to be very honest, once appointed COO, anything that has happened today will be history, and nothing but professional excellence will be expected of you."
"Good," I concluded when there were no further objections. I'd like to move on. It's almost 10 and I'd like to get us set up for the rest of the morning and early afternoon."
"Are you just going to come in all of our faces for the rest of this "interview"," Nancy asked.
Janelle snickered a bit, and I had a bit of a laugh myself. "No, no, that was a one time thing."
"So, Suzanne, if you could follow me to my little table over here on this side of my office."
Suzanne rose from her seat and sat in a chair at the table.
"I would imagine you have some work you could be doing now. You're probably busy and taking time off for this interview and all..."
"Yes, actually," she responded.
"Great!" I replied, "Feel free to use your laptop and get whatever you need done."
She looked at me skeptically, but said, "Well...thank you..."
"But, you have to adhere to two rules while you're in here. Firstly, you are to remain fully clothed at all times."
"I can handle that," she said, with relief.
"And two,," I continued, putting a blue egg timer down on the table in front of her, every fifteen minutes you must drink an eight ounce glass of iced tea. The timer will ding every fifteen minutes, and to remain within these office walls, you have to have a glass of iced tea."
I went to a mini fridge built into the wall of the office near where Susanna sat and retrieved a tumbler filled with exactly eight ounces of iced tea that I had carefully measured the night before. She looked at it doubtfully, but I reassured her. "Oh, it's organic loose leaf sencha. Nothing more, nothing less. Unsweetened."
"....oooookaaaay." she said, drinking it. When she had finished thirty seconds later, she looked at me, and said, "I feel like I'm getting off easy on this one, but good, I'm going to get to work here if that's ok."
