Scene Under a Desk (Futa/m reluc)

Story by conroy39

The commenters on my other stories have been most kind, so here is something else new. It also is to appear on Literotica.

Jason adjusted his tie one more time, resisted the urge to glance back at the receptionist, then rapped as confidently as he could on the large door.

“Come in,” came the faint sound of a voice heavily muffled by the door. Jason reached nervously for the door handle, and gave it a turn.

The office inside was lushly appointed – a thick burgundy-colored carpet, a large window flanked by heavy drapes overlooking a wooded ravine, a small glass conference table, and plush couch and chairs by themselves to one side. Before the window was a large, heavy wooden desk of the old-fashioned style, crisply appointed with two computer monitors and a neat stack of papers. A brass nameplate read “KATHY BYERS, CEO”.

Behind the desk sat a tall, slender, professional-looking woman in her early forties. Everything about her looked cold and corporate, from her shoulder-length black hair to her thin, round glasses and dark suit. Full lips were pursed together in a tight expression of intense concentration, as she sat bolt upright behind the desk, typing on her keyboard. “Well?” Kathy asked brusquely, not looking up as Jason entered the room. His shoes made no sound on the soft carpet.

“Ms. Byers? I'm Jason Kobell. From Medfield University.” He shifted nervously in his interview suit. “I was assigned as your intern for this semester, um, in the business school's Forward Placement program, and --”

Kathy looked up for the first time, and stopped typing. Her dark-eyed gaze was piercing, and was followed a split second later by a cold, formal smile. “You're the new boy?” she asked, looking faintly amused.

Jason started to approach the desk, then hesitated, wondering if this was bad etiquette. He fumbled in the file folder he was carrying instead. “Uh... Yes, Ms. Byers, I'm Jason Kobell.” Nervous fingers found what he was looking for. “I have a letter from Dean Goldman which –“

Kathy's eyes flicked up and down him once more, and then went back to her computer screen. “My new intern,” she said crisply, cutting him off. “All right. Close the door.”

Jason quickly closed the door, cringing as it bounced slightly in the frame with a brassy clang. “I'm a junior... I'm majoring in accounting,” he said, trying a smile. Kathy said nothing, and began to type once more. After a pause, he went on, shifting the folder around nervously. “It's really an honor to get to intern at Bannerman McFey, and especially, you know, as assistant to the CEO.” Realizing that he was talking too fast, Jason tried to calm down. “I really hope that –“

“Yeah,” said Kathy, sounding disinterested, though she let her contemptuous gaze drift over to him once again. “Come over here. Let's talk about your duties.” Nervously, Jason approached.

In frank, contemptuous tones, Kathy told him what his job was going to be that summer.

Jason's initial cold shock of astonishment gave way to stunned panic, and then a desperate defiance. Before taking the internship at Bannerman McFey he had heard the usual business-school rumors about the company, but you could hardly believe half-serious stories of executive women with “special needs”. Of course everybody had heard of dickgirls, but Jason never could have imagined that...

“N-no,” he blurted out, interrupting her and surprising himself. His boss frowned, pursing her lips in a thin, annoyed line. Jason took what was supposed to be a confident step backwards, but one foot stumbled on the carpet. “You've got to be... you can't... you've got to be kidding me.” He stepped backwards again, anger forcing down the lump in his throat. “No fucking way.”

Kathy's eyes narrowed, but they were full of a mocking amusement. “Yeah?” she said crisply. “Don't need this job, huh?” She examined one neatly manicured hand, then folded them together on the desk and leaned slightly forward. “Then I guess Dean Goldman will be getting a nice letter saying that you were canned from your internship for... oh, insubordination and unprofessionalism.” Her tone grew harsh. “Sound good to you? Tough luck for your course grade, I guess. How's that honors program working out for you?”

Jason stopped moving toward the door. He couldn't think of anything to say.

“Or maybe,” said Kathy, her tone softening very slightly, “you can take care of my, ah, office needs, do a good job as an intern, and your employment future will look much brighter. Got it?” She stared evenly at Jason, raising her eyebrows a tiny bit.

He felt like his knees were going to buckle. After a moment, Jason just nodded.

“Good,” said his boss dismissively, returning to her work. A long moment passed.

Jason stood there awkwardly, listening to the sound of tapping keys. Then: “So... um...,” he said weakly, “What should...”

“Under the desk,” said Kathy curtly, without looking at him. Jason swallowed, then c

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