stepfordgentlemenclub: mollypops23: “Name?” Julie stared nervously at the middle aged ma
stepfordgentlemenclub: mollypops23: “Name?” Julie stared nervously at the middle aged man sitting across the desk from her. His posture was rigid and his tone was stern as his eyes remained locked on his clipboard. She shifted slightly in her seat while her thoughts wandered. “Name?” Repeated the man with a hint of impatience. “Julie Kern,” she replied, speaking a bit too fast. Calm down, Julie thought to herself. If she was going to land this job, she needed to remain composed. Opportunities like this didn’t come along often, especially for women as young as her. Acing this interview was her shot at scoring a high ranking position at one of the most prestigious firms in the country. She steeled her nerves and refocused on the interview. “Do you have any previous experience in this environment?” Julie was prepared for this question, and when she answered, her voice was steady and confident. “Yes, I’ve interned at the Williams-Carter firm under my father. While I was there I-” “Very good, thank you,” replied the man dismissively, cutting her off. “Ex..excuse me? Don’t you want to know more about my work experience?” asked a bewildered Julie? “Don’t you want to know more about my experience, Sir,” corrected the man sharply. “We expect our employees to show the proper respect to their higher-ups. It maintains a focused working environment. Understand?” “Erm, yes…Sir?” stuttered Julie meekly. Her heart was sinking into her stomach; it’d only been two minutes and she’d already made a bad impression. “Not great, but I’m sure you’ll improve,” commented the man, making a mark on his paper. “Now, tell me what qualities and skills you possess that make you a suitable applicant for this position.” Julie shifted again in her seat, racking her brains. Why was she locking up like this? She’d rehearsed the answer to this question a thousand times! “Well….um…Sir, I consider myself a hard worker; I’m goal oriented, and I’m willing to put-” Julie stopped mid sentence as the man waved her off. “Julie, just answer me this, are you a team player? Can you work with others and cooperate on assignments when asked?” This interview was unlike anything Julie had experienced before. Her mouth worked silently as she struggled mentally to catch up to the man’s query. Steeling herself yet again, she replied. “Yes, I’d say so.” “Yes….?” the man cocked an eyebrow at Julie, looking at her expectantly. It took her a moment to realize what he was waiting for. “Yes Sir, I can be a team player.” “Good, good,” replied the man, making more notes. “Now tell me Julie, how do you feel a woman should present herself in the workplace? How should she dress? What should her demeanor be?” The question caught Julie off guard, and her mind raced to form a coherent response. “Well, uh…women should make sure they present themselves in a respectable manner. Their attire shouldn’t be too provocative or revealing, and they shouldn’t-” “Not too revealing?” questioned the man, cutting her off again. “Why do you think that Julie? Don’t you think women should be proud of their femininity and embrace it? We don’t want our employees to put up a facade about who they really are; it’s our belief that everyone should express themselves as they see fit.” “Hey, I didn’t say women shouldn’t be proud, I jus-” “Then if you think they should be proud, they should dress the part, no? Show off what makes them special. Short tight skirts to display their legs, low cut blouses to give ample viewing of their bosoms, plenty of makeup and jewelry, high heels and the like.” At this point Julie was completely stunned and confused. She was having trouble taking in everything the man was saying, but she felt an urge to agree with him for the sake of the interview. “Um…sure? There’s nothing wrong with being proud of your body I suppose, Sir. So I guess that dressi-” “Good,” answered the man curtly, “we’re in agreement about attire then.” More writing on the clipboard. “Moving on to demeanor, in embracing their femininity, you share the view that women should be subordinate to their male coworkers, correct?” “I never said that Sir, I don’t think-” “No?” the man reacted in a shocked tone. “But surely you would agree that on the whole, men are more dominant and more often take charge.” “Well, yes Sir, but that doesn’t mea-” “Excellent,” he chirped, reviewing his notes. “Looking at what we have so far, you’ve stated that you’ve been in an office like this before, you are willing to be a team player and take orders, you agree that it’s a woman’s duty to show her femininity with revealing workplace attire, and you understand that women should be naturally submissive to men while on the job. That’s a great start Julie, don’t you think?” Everything was happening too fast for Julie to process. The man was twisting her responses like warped screw. She hadn’t said any of those things directly, at least she didn’t think so. Did she? “Erm…yes?” He eyed her sternly “Yes Sir.” “Very good, now, onto the next portion of the interview. You didn’t make note of it in your application, but I assume that in applying here, you consider yourself accomplished at sucking cock.” Julie was floored, she could hardly believe what the man had just asserted. “Sir, I never said that, and to be frank, I don’t think that’s an appro-” “So you don’t suck cock well? You can’t deepthroat?” “I don’t think that’s required to be-” “You don’t think you need to suck cock well to work here?” The man rose from his chair; Julie hadn’t realized just how tall he was until now. He was quite intimidating. “Are you telling me you can’t suck a cock?” “No, I mean, yes. I mean…I never-” “Show me, now.” “I…what…Sir?” The man walked around the desk and stopped in front of Julie’s chair. His hands reached down and undid his belt. “I want you to show me Julie. Show me that you’re good at sucking cock.” Julie could only stammer as the man pulled his slacks down. She could see the growing bulge between his legs. “In order for you to obtain the position Julie, you have to prove that you’re adequate at sucking cock. Now come, don’t be shy, show me.” She continued to stare blankly ahead, her mind was running at a million miles an hour, unable to comprehend what was happening. “Oh for Christ sake, come here.” He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her out of her seat and down onto her knees. Her face was now level with his cock and he pushed it up against her lips. Julie didn’t know what else to do and opened her mouth trepidatiously. “Mmm…that’s right, good girl,” moaned the man, pushing his throbbing member into the wet confines of her mouth. Julie closed her eyes and remained still while he began to thrust in and out. She was jolted back to reality by a light slap to her face. “Eyes open,” ordered the man sharply. “Always maintain eye contact when sucking cock here. Now come on, work your tongue along the shaft. Suck. If you can’t pleasure a man properly, we have no place for you here on the team.” Julie didn’t know what else to do but obey his commands. She’d given blowjobs before, but never in such a humiliating way. “Yes…..that’s right. Good slut, now you’re getting into it,” he praised as Julie’s mouth worked feverishly to bring him to climax. Hands grasped both sides of Julie’s head as he began to pound his cock in and out of oral cavity, fucking it relentlessly while she gagged and sputtered. Long strands of drool were running from her lips. “I think you’re well on your way towards earning this job Julie, what do you think?” he smirked. “Gluck glerg gak,” was all the reply that Julie could manage as he continued fucking her face. “Good girl. Now, hold still,” he ordered. “Don’t you move a muscle.” Julie obeyed as he pulled his cock from her mouth and masturbated it furiously. Within seconds, long ropes of warm cum were shooting from his cock, hitting their mark all across her face. She could taste the vile fluid as some landed on her lips and grimaced as more got into her hair, leaving it wet and sticky on her face. After what seemed like several minutes, the man finally finished coating her face. His warm seed was running down Julie’s forehead, cheeks, and chin. She’d never felt so ashamed and humiliated. “Well Julie,” he started, going back to his desk and retrieving something from one of the drawers, “I think you possess all the qualifications required to work here.” He moved back behind her and crouched down, wrapping something around her neck. Julie was mortified to realize that it was a dog collar. “Sir, I-” She was stopped by a stinging slap to her face. The man glared at her. “Shut up, bitches don’t speak unless spoken to.” He then reached to her neck and clipped a long cord to her collar. Now she was leashed. The man strode to the door, still holding Julie’s leash. When it tugged at her neck, she began to stand up. “Down girl!” snapped the man. “Bitches don’t walk, bitches crawl like the animals they are.” Defeated, Julie could do nothing else but obey the man. He led her out into the main area where the rest of the workers were busy. “Matt, Connor, Reggie,” he shouted. Three men’s heads snapped up at attention. “Take Julie here and show her where the bitches’ offices are. She’s a new hire so feel free to break her in as you see fit. Understood?” “Yes Sir!” replied the three men enthusiastically. One of them grabbed her leash from the man and started down the hall, Julie in tow, crawling as fast as she could. “Welcome to the firm bitch,” he mocked. “Always glad to have new hires.” Julie hung her head in shame as she shuffled forward on all fours. It appeared that the first day of her new job, new life, as an office slave, was about to begin. An ordinary job interview in Stepford. -- source link