I held my hands in front of me as I walked, trying to conceal the erection that was rather obviously tenting the front of my slacks. My heart was still pounding as I tried to slow my breathing and stop thinking about the interrupted blowjob from the secretary — Liz, I reminded myself. Don’t forget her name! Despite my arousal, I needed to get my head straight and nail this interview.
I followed Liz into the most attractive office I’d ever seen in my life. Whatever I had imagined a sex toy company CEO’s office would look like, Cheryl Sandstrom’s defied expectations. The wall behind her desk was floor-to-ceiling glass with a fantastic view of downtown. She’d had the left-hand wall entirely covered with shelves. Nestled among the books were some of the company’s most popular products, displayed like works of art. The carpet on the floor was so soft-looking that I wanted to take my shoes off and scrunch my toes into it.
Mrs. Sandstrom sat behind a beautiful antique desk made out of some sort of dark wood. It was neat, with no clutter to distract from her laptop other than her mobile phone and a mug of coffee. She did not look up as Liz gestured for me to take one of the seats in front of the desk. I sat carefully, adjusting my pants in a way to hopefully make it less noticeable that I was still rock-hard.
As she sat there, typing, I had a moment to regard her. She was an attractive woman in her late forties. Her dark hair ended at her shoulders, and she wore a simple cardigan over a floral-print top with a v-neck that teased her large breasts.
I shook my head to clear it. What was I doing? It’s a terrible idea to objectify the woman you’re asking for a job. I took a deep breath and tried once again to move past the fog of arousal clouding my thoughts. My erection twitched disappointedly, but with relief, I felt it begin to diminish.
As if sensing my interest, Mrs. Sandstrom leaned back in her chair and regarded me critically. Her dark eyes were piercingly intelligent and seemed to see right through me. They drifted down to my lap for a moment, and my heart skipped a beat, terrified that she’d see my hard-on and kick me out. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice and made eye contact once again.
“Thanks for coming in, Mike.”
“Thanks for the opportunity, Mrs. Sandstrom.” I swallowed nervously.
“It’s Ms, actually, but please call me Cheryl. If you get this job, we’ll be working …closely together.”
“Of course. Cheryl, it is.”
She paused for a moment after I said her name and then nodded to herself. She held out her hand, and Liz gave her the clipboard with my forms.
“Thanks, Liz. Will you wait over there?” She gestured at a couch against the frosted glass wall separating her office from the waiting room.
I watched Liz saunter over to the couch and settle comfortably on it. She didn’t seem to be having any difficulty with lingering arousal. Of course, she wasn’t the one who had been about to cum. Shit. I was thinking about it again. I crossed my legs and tried to clear my head.
“Mike,” said Cheryl, sensing my distraction. “You’ve done well so far, and I think it’s safe to say we’re interested in you. Before we can extend an offer, however, I’ve got some questions for you.”
“I’d be happy to answer them,” I replied as she pulled up a document on her laptop.
“How do you feel about working under a woman?”
“No problem, I love women.” She looked up from her questions and raised an eyebrow at me. I stammered and tried to fix my answer. “I mean, I think women can be smart and great leaders, and I’m in favor of women running things. I voted for Hillary!”
She blinked and looked back to her laptop. Oh Shit. I was fucking this up already. How did I not expect a question about feminism from Cheryl Sandstrom? I licked my lips and resolved to do better.
“Do you take orders well?”
“Yes, I think so,” I answered, relieved to have a straightforward question. “The most effective executive assistants work as force multipliers. I make you more efficient by taking problems that don’t warrant your full attention off your plate so you can focus on more important matters.”
“That’s great, Mike, but it doesn’t really answer the question.” She looked me in the eye again and clarified: “If I ask you to do something, will you do it, no questions asked?”
“Um,” I hesitated, concerned this was a trick question. I didn’t see any way around it, though. “Yes, within reason?”
She nodded and moved on. “Would you say you have an adventurous personality?”