She came close to me, pursed her lips cutely and whispered breathlessly. "You won't tell Mr. Smith that I failed to seduce you, that you ended up refusing, then decided to seduce me...very wonderfully, I must add."
"Course I won't. Here's my telephone number at my own apartment. I hope I'll hear from you...like tonight."
She disappeared into the bath and then soon emerged fully dressed. She kissed me quickly and disappeared out the door. I waved and sighed a goodbye, then ordered breakfast. Hell, I was on the tab, might as well enjoy myself. "Yes, Fresh, and I mean fresh squeezed orange juice, Eggs Benedict, buttered rye toast and strong coffee, no sugar or cream. If I am in the shower, leave it in the room."
The shower felt good. Some of my muscles ached from sex, but everything eased up and smoothed. As I soaped myself with the imported Spanish soap, my mind drifted back to last night. That was an excellent fuck.
As I dried myself, I realized that those pesky lights must have been fixed. They were steady now.
I emerged wrapped in that luxury robe with bare feet and padded over to the coffee table. The waiter had already been there. There was everything I ordered, but in addition, a spit of Piper Champagne. Champagne for breakfast? Why not! I was living in the lap of luxury. I poured the wine into my orange juice, thereby creating an orange blossom. It was bubbly and delicious. I lit into my eats and toast and cleaned the plate. I leaned back and drank my coffee slowly. I was in no hurry to dress and leave this life of ease.
There was a door in the suite that probably led to another suite. I guess, so they could combine them at times. I hadn't noticed this door before, but I sure noticed it now. I was a little dizzy from the early morning libation, but I still saw the door opening slowly. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. There was no doubt, Mr. Smith was emerging, smiling. He looked younger, out of his business suit. He was wearing a pair of very short-shorts and nothing else. He his hair was messy and there was a sheen of sweat on his face and chest. He looked as if he might have been working out in his side of the double suite.
Hello boy, I've just been looking photos of you. They were taken in from six concealed camera in your shower. They show every ass-pect of your body." He laughed at his own joke. "That ass. It must be the most shapely in the Western Hemisphere. The rest of the body is equal. You are one hot boi and a beauty besides. I was already sold on your face. It is perfect for our work, manly, not too pretty, has lots of character. You'll note, I haven't mentioned your superbly shaped and size cock and balls, but you already know about that, Mat."
"What's going on? Why did you try to set me up with Marna?"
"It was necessary. We need, for the Group, a man who can command sex, or turn his back on it. A man of great control." Now his voice changed as he came closer. "How much do you want this job?"
"I guess I want it. You haven't told me much. What is it exactly?"
"First off, you must know that it pays $100,00 a year. The term of the contract is ten years. You're 24 now, by 34 we usually can't use you on the team."
"What team? Use me for what?"
"You will be sex bait...for men and women. That's the short answer, but besides the nice salary, when you retire at 34, you will continue to receive half salary and all the benefits. While you are working, you will travel first class, stay at luxury hotels, wear expensive clothes and drive the finest cars. I know you have the voluptuary streak in you. You salivate for that kind of life. Now it is obtainable...if..."
"If, what?"
"You have already proved yourself with a woman, but how about sex with a man, it is often needed in some situations. Now don't tell me that you have never thought about it, or that you are 'no fruit'. Every man is capable of sex with another man, under certain circumstances. Often they find that they enjoy it."
As he spoke, he moved toward until he was standing almost against my knees. I found myself staring into his luminous eyes, like I was hypnotized by a snake charmer. I realized that Mr. Smith was a very handsome man, but more than that, he had a commanding presence.
To my surprise, he lowered himself to his knees and parted my robe. "Would you like me to give you pleasure."
The Champaign must have been drugged with something. I began breathing harder and my prick rose up hard and stiff. I nodded slightly, embarrassed at my eagerness. He smiled in a smirky manner and dove into the fold of my terry robe.
He breathed deeply. "Ah the smell of a young man's cock in arousal, just when he foreskin uncovers his glans. It's perfume."
He licked the head of my cock. I moaned slightly and pushed forward to get more of his ministrations.
He looked up at me. "Where is the macho man now. Why you're a little boy wanting to be made nice to."
It was strange. I had, a few hours ago, enjoyed superior sex with a beautiful woman. I should have been sated for a while, but here I was needy, as though that sex wasn't enough. It was like the T's needed crossing and the I's dotted. "Please, do it. I'm going crazy here."
He took about half of my stiffness into his incredible hot mouth. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. His sucking had already reduced me to a panting animal.
Suddenly he stopped. "You see now that a man can accept sex from another man. You rationalize that you are still a man, because you are merely receiving. But now I demand that you take the next step and become a woman to a man." His voice became firm. He almost bellowed, "Get down. Suck me. Be my woman if you ever want this job."
I looked forward without pleasure to the duty I had to perform to get this job. I was a pig for luxury that this job would provide. I also yearned for the adventure of compromising the enemy through the power of my sexual attraction that I had discovered. I smiled when I thought that my prick had joined the armed services. All these thought jumbled in my head as I sighed and steeled myself for the ordeal of performing oral sex on a man.
He had, in the meantime, dropped his shorts. He stood there, muscular, an Alpha male, waiting to be serviced. As I lowered myself to the carpet, he tenderly caressed my cheek. "Don't cry little boy, take your medicine like a soldier. You may find that it isn't as nasty as you thought."
I shut out my distaste and self-loathing as I faced his shaking and flexing cock. I knew that feeling. It was hungry to feel a soft, wet, steaming mouth around it. It was lonely...needy. How well I remembered. I leaned forward. Now his cock was inches from my full lips. Strange they were pursing, as if to kiss. He saw it. "Kiss it!" he ordered authoritatively. I obeyed, allowing my independent spirit to be bent to another's will.
The fragrance of his pre cum hit my nose. I almost backed up in the surprise of its power. My mouth watered. I kissed his moist cock head soulfully, as if were lips. I opened my mouth and allowed his rampantcy to enter. It felt familiar. There was something satisfying of its fullness filling my mouth. I dripped spit and moaned as I became galvanized into the imperative of giving Smith satisfaction. That was my job! I had to do it well.
His cock head was bumping the back of my throat as I vigorously sucked like a man possessed. I gagged. "Take it easy boi, I know you want my sweet milk. It'll come soon, be patient, be loving."
I slowed my pace and gently sucked, like a baby on the teat. I found that the feeling was comfortable, like something I had been wanting for ever. Suddenly he put his hand on my hair. He grasped a handful of hair and pulled it sharply, painfully, bring pleasure to me that I had gained power over him; that he was helplessly going into a profound orgasm. He screamed in a hoarse voice that he was about to cum. In a moment he froze, his body controlled by his prick as he shot streams of salty/sweet milk into my mouth. I loved ever drop. I smacked my lips at the delicious brew.
Gradually his death grip on my hair relaxed. I stood up. He fell into a chair. "You did well. Now you have double ability to please man or woman, but there is one test yet to come. I will not be the one of perform it. You will get a visit from the Group you before check out time here."
"What test? Haven't I done everything, been sucked, sucked you?" Then I stopped. My eyes opened wide. "No not that. Leave me some dignity. No job is worth that."
He smiled. "I know I didn't complete the act, that you haven't cum yet. You are now well primed to receive the test. Now I must go."
He crossed the room and into the connecting door. I was left alone, two emotions filling my being, one of sexual need, my prick was still hard. The other of dread at what must face me.
End if Part Three
What a resume Mat will have for any job after Part Four.