JOB INTERVIEW SUCK-CESS Part 4 (of 5) By Peter D. Rodman pdrodman@gmail.com ______________________________
SUMMARY
Part 1 -- A job applicant arrives for an interview as an executive's personal assistant. An important requirement is daily sucking off the executive. The applicant has to blow the gay personnel director who'll select the three best semi-finalist mouths to return to perform on the executive (the one who gives him the best head will be hired). Straight until now, the applicant gives it his all and makes the cut. He goes home for blow job lessons from an experienced gay man.
Part 2 -- The applicant returns a week later and gives the executive the best blow job he's ever had.
Part 3 -- The executive summons the personnel director whom the applicant blows again via a glory hole while the executive watches.
Part 4 -- The executive takes the applicant to lunch. Before dessert arrives the applicant sneaks under the table and gives the executive another blow job.
Part 5 -- The applicant's hired. While meeting with the personnel director, this time the applicant (who now realizes he's really a gay man) receives a blow job from him.
[The strong emphasis on gay male oral sex is no accident --- since it's my greatest obsession.] ______________________________
A few minutes later Derek finds himself seated in the passenger set of Dr. Landon's expensive and immaculate Porsche as they leave the underground parking garage. It's only ten minutes or so to the Mexican restaurant.
"I've never been in one of these before," he comments. No doubt about it, it is an impressive machine.
"I don't deny it's nice --- but hardly necessary. It's a rich man's toy," Dr. Landon tells Derek. "But in the end it's just a car --- a way to get somewhere."
"Some say the only difference between a man and a boy is the size of their toys," Derek throws out, getting a chuckle out of his driver.
"Sure, I have a fancy limo with a chauffeur --- along with a posh mansion in an exclusive suburb --- but I like to drive myself," Dr. Landon offers. "Especially in this car."
"I can understand why," Derek responds.
"If you enjoy Mexican food you're in for a treat," Dr. Landon tells him.
"I do --- and I'm looking forward to eating something besides cock `n cum," Derek teases back. "Don't get me wrong --- I'm not complaining --- I love being fed by a real man."
"Certainly I've been impressed by the enthusiasm you put into it --- besides your formidable skill level," Dr. Landon admits, "when you're down on your knees."
"We aim to please," Derek says.
"And you do --- big time."
"Gotta keep the customers satisfied," the banter continues.
"That makes it sound like you're being paid for it," Dr. Landon counters.
"Well, if I worked for you I would be in a way, wouldn't I? Ev'ryone should have so much fun at their job."
"Fun?" and Dr. Landon raises his eyebrows
"You gotta admit, the special duty on his knees makes the job a bit more --- interesting? ---- for your personal assistant," Derek says next. "It's important for a man to like what he does and enjoy his work --- ev'rything that happens on the job --- whether it's officially written down in the formal job description or not. A good employee's flexible." Derek gives a pronounced emphasis to the word `ev'rything'.
"You know," Dr. Landon tells him next, "when this process started --- evaluating the three finalists --- I thought the decision would be a lot harder than it's turning out to be."
Derek decides to say what some might not. "Harder than some of the things I've gotten a taste of today?"
"I like your style," Dr. Landon says. "We've barely met --- not ev'ryone would be comfortable --- or bold or frank --- enough to say things like that to me --- at least not so soon in the game."
"Are you still holding auditions?"
"You're the third one," Dr. Landon tells him. In time --- before it's too late --- Derek decides not to say what he was about to blurt out --- `saving the best for last'.
"So you'll be making a decision soon?" he asks Dr. Landon.
"Very soon --- my mind's practically made up now --- heavily influenced by what's taken place this morning, of course."
"Naturally," Derek responds --- and he practices restraint once more, avoiding saying what he's thinking --- `I'm the best one and you damned well know it'.
"You're not worried about it, are you?" Dr. Landon asks him. "There's certainly no reason for you to be. Your qualifications in all requirements for the position are considerable." He emphasizes the word `all'.
"Still, I'd like to know for sure one way or another before I leave Denver tomorrow morning," Derek says.
"You will, you will," Dr. Landon tells him, "I promise you."
"Good," Derek says, "and thanks."
"We're almost there," Dr. Landon announces, and they settle into some silence. 'So far, so good', Derek tells himself --- overall he's extremely pleased with how things are going. He was planning to drop by Kent Lancer's office later and give the personnel director an unexpected blow job, but he's already worked the guy over with his mouth at the glory hole. The main part of what he intended to do that stills needs execution is managing to give Dr. Landon a second blow job, this time unanticipated, taking him by surprise. Be he knows there's still time for it. And he's sure it won't be unappreciated.
When they arrive Dr. Landon turns the car over to the valet parking attendant. The place is elegant, stylish, and extremely aesthetic. It's obvious Dr. Landon's a frequent customer. The staff knows him well --- he has his regular table in a more secluded area near a small but vibrant, sparkling tile fountain (more tables are clustered by a larger one in the center of the room). The food is exquisite, the service perfect, and just as Derek was told, the margaritas are fabulous. They take their time, thoroughly enjoying the meal, chatting about colleges, education, and business training programs --- since Derek's about to graduate from the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School. Dr. Landon says he's never had an employee who trained there who wasn't top notch. Dr. Landon also talks about how Landon Enterprises has changed over the years.
Finally the table's been cleared and they're waiting for coffee and dessert. And then Derek makes his move. Finding a spoon still on the table, he takes it in one hand and holds it up. With Dr. Landon clearly observing he drops it on the floor beneath the table. His deliberate action makes it clear this is no accident even though he's going to pretend it is. "Oops!" he says with a devilish grin. "Clumsy me --- I've dropped my spoon. I'll have to go get it. This might take a while, especially if I get distracted." He's speaking in a phony tone of voice, as if he's on stage in a comedy spoof. He takes a furtive glance around the nearby tables. No one's looking their way, so in a flash he disappears beneath the table. The expensive cloth covering it hangs low and close to the floor --- he's visible to no one. In reality, of course, no one dining here would retrieve a spoon from the floor --- a clean new one would be supplied by a server.
The soft sound of the water flowing in the fountain helps mask the noise made by the zipper in Dr. Landon's pants as Derek slides it down to open his fly. He moves quickly since he knows it'll be that much harder to get the man's dick out if it's allowed more time to enlarge first. And it's growing at an extremely fast pace. Since he can't really see and space is limited he decides to leave Dr. Landon's balls where they are and only concentrate on his cock this time. Derek plans on this being a quickie --- or perhaps it'll last a bit longer, maybe ten minutes or so.
Without thinking about it, Dr. Landon instinctively slouches a bit and lowers his body to the edge of his seat to give the cocksucker better access to the prize. He's completely astounded at the boldness and audacity of what Derek's doing. In addition to being indeed taken by surprise --- never imagining something like this happening --- he's also quite nervous and worried. If Derek works him over like he did earlier --- and he has no reason to believe the younger man won't --- he's going to be supremely challenged to conceal what's happening to him beneath the table. Oh god --- he doesn't know how he'll be able to do it --- but somehow he simply has to. He sure as hell can't scream this time the way he did before.
By the time the dick's fully out only an instant later it's completely hard and rigid. Derek starts by running his tongue sensuously and lazily along the delicious shaft, savoring the texture and feel of all the veins. After a few moments of this he moves on to the delectable lollipop head, now stopping to use his tongue to engage and play with the foreskin while Dr. Landon struggles to suppress the moans and gasps his taut body wants to express. He can't stop the flush coloration his facial skin's beginning to take on --- all he can do is hope it won't be too noticeable in the subdued lighting. There're plenty of other diners still in the restaurant. Of course, unlike earlier this time Derek has to give a blow job that won't be accompanied by any noise on his part --- but that's OK --- he can do it. Dr. Landon's the one who'll be making some sounds --- there's no way he can one-hundred percent eliminate them --- his best hope is to be able to keep them minimal. But as he gets closer and closer to release, how'll he be able to do that?
Derek goes to work in earnest now, taking the tip into his mouth and tightly engulfing it with his lips --- then he starts to move his head up and down along the length of the shaft. His hand's busy at work soundlessly pumping the bottom portion of the big dick. It's a tremendous struggle for Dr. Landon to control his breathing and keep from panting. He's also working hard not to put on a show with extreme facial grimaces. This is turning out to be one of the most difficult things he's ever had to do. The waiter comes by to ask if they want decaf or regular coffee --- he senses Dr. Landon's in distress and asks if he's OK. Figuring he can't get away with suggesting he has heartburn --- something unthinkable at a restaurant of this caliber --- he comes up with a lame excuse about putting too much hot sauce on his food, tells the waiter they want regular coffee, and insists he's fine --- in spite of looking anything but. Finally the waiter leaves. He can't quite figure it out --- he's struggling to put his finger on it --- but he knows something isn't right --- especially since there never was any hot sauce at the table. It's sparingly used in this restaurant and seldom out. The cooking here's at a level where the chef would be insulted if a culinary masterpiece of his is drowned in hot sauce --- the patrons the restaurants seeks to cultivate are not the clueless bores who'd do that.
Now Derek begins doing something Dr. Landon really fears at the moment --- under any other circumstances he'd be loving it --- the all out deep throat assault. Taking his time at first, Derek slowly lowers his mouth down on the dick, taking more and more of it in. The magic moment arrives when he feels the tip of the cock reach his tonsils and then keep on going beyond them. Finally it's completely taken in as much as it possibly can be. Derek pauses, slowly withdraws, and then repeats what he's just done. Over and over it happens, again and again, with Derek gradually increasing the speed, pressure, and intensity as he keeps on doing it. Dr. Landon's lower body is trembling like crazy --- he's severely challenged to keep the shaking from spreading and being noticed above the table.
And then Dr. Landon suddenly finds himself in a totally unwanted --- from his perspective anyway --- social exchange. He's put on the spot and has to function and carry on a conversation at the worst possible moment. The woman speaking with him has a loud enough voice that Derek can hear it all --- `this is great! perfect!' he thinks. And he doesn't let up for an instant --- his lethal, relentless mouth keeps on deep throating Dr. Landon's throbbing, captive dick.
Dr. Landon's been recognized by someone else in the restaurant --- one of his wife's friends. Damn! He can't remember her name ---- he thinks it may be Alice, but he's not sure, and she certainly isn't worth any expenditure of mental energy. A manipulating busybody who needs a life, she's a royal pain in the ass. She comes right over and looks at the table. Even with the dishes of the meal cleared, Derek's obviously used napkin sitting on the table opposite Dr. Landon gives it away that the man isn't dining alone.
"Dick!" she practically shouts, "how lovely to see you." My god --- she's standing there waiting for him to rise and exchange those awkward, silly little social kisses on the cheeks that he hates. Well, it just isn't going to happen this time --- not right now --- no matter how much it's expected. He remains seated --- and his dick remains entrenched in Derek's mouth and throat. Oh my god' --- Dr. Landon thinks --- I'm about to cum. She has to leave. She has to!'
After a strained moment when it becomes clear he isn't rising, she steps next to him and lowers her face to his for the cheek kissing. "Where've you been keeping yourself? you naughty, naughty man! It's been far too long since we've seen you." If she only knew how `naughty' he's being this very second!
Without giving him a chance to respond she prattles on, noisy and obnoxious. "Is Margaret with you? Is she in the ladies room?"
It requires a supreme effort on Dr. Landon's part to somehow be coherent when he speaks. There're a lot of pauses between his strained words at moments when sparks of ecstasy are shooting throughout his body from the number Derek's doing on his dick. "No --- uh --she's not here --- business lunch --- with a client --- uh --- he went --- he went to the restroom --- uh --- the men's room, I mean --- the gentlemen's room." God he wants to strangle her so badly!
It's so difficult to conceal the jolts of intense pleasure racking his body --- he isn't entirely successful. She notices a convulsion he only partially suppresses and that leads her to study him more closely. "You don't look well. Are you feeling ill?"
"I'm fine," he gasps.
"Seriously --- you look like you need a doctor."
"No!" he over-reacts. " I mean --- uh --- well, the waiter --- he --- uh--- dared me to try this --- uh --- really hot --- uh --- chili pepper --- uh --- kind of a joke --- and I --- uh --- sort of a macho thing --- so of course I had to --- ah --- eat it --- and it was --- uh --- way too hot for me --- you know? ---- but really --- I'll be fine --- in a minute --- really." What he's actually thinking is `I'll be fine when you get the hell out of here!' --- desperate for her to leave. He realizes how poorly he's speaking and what a bad impression he's giving, wondering if perhaps she thinks he's had too many margaritas. But under the circumstances this is the best he can do and it's requiring supreme will power on his part.
Another shudder he can't hide takes over his being. "I hope so," she says, meaning she hopes he'll be fine soon. Then she returns to her ridiculous and wretched mode of handling herself. "Now I'm just sending out the invitations --- I'm having a garden party in a few weeks, and you and Margaret simply must come!"
"We --- uh ---- we wouldn't miss it." Margaret can go if she wants, but it'll be without him. Trying to end this ordeal, he says "nice --- uh --- talking with you --- I'll tell Margaret --- uh --- we met. She'll --- uh -- be sorry --- sorry she wasn't here --- I mean --- sorry she --- uh --- missed you. Thanks for stopping --- bye!" Please please please --- go!
Derek hasn't done anything during this entire encounter except accelerate the pace of his devastating mouthwork. Dr. Landon's beside himself, on the very tip, about to pop. Miraculously the bitch turns to finally leave. "Yes, Dick, tell Margaret hello for me. I hope you feel better and get over that pepper real soon. Bye." Thank you god thank you.
At that very moment the waiter's approaching with a tray that has the coffee and flan on it. As she's leaving the table and passes him she tells him "You should be ashamed of yourself, tricking that poor man with a hot pepper!"
Totally bewildered, the waiter mutters "yes madam" back. As he transfers what's on the tray to the table Dr. Landon gives out a muffled squeal as he's shooting his cum into Derek's mouth. The waiter looks at him with alarm. "It's OK!" Dr. Landon tries to reassure him. As the massively strong contractions of his orgasm continue, he tries to somehow speak. "It's --- uh ---- it's a pinched nerve!" as if that can somehow explain what's going on. "Yes sir" the waiter says, backing away and still as puzzled as ever. Was there a full moon last night? he wonders. He's served Dr. Landon plenty of times and he's never acted this strangely before.
Seemingly coming out of no where, suddenly Derek's seated across from him again. God, did anyone see him come from where he was? Someone must have --- what are they thinking? Dr. Landon wonders, still trying to recover from the second of countless shattering orgasms he's fated to undergo in his future thanks to this man. Derek also left things as they were down there --- so Dr. Landon has to put his finally smaller cock away and zip himself up. He works the zipper quite slowly, trying to minimize the distinctive, recognizable sound.
Derek opens his mouth to make a point of showing off the cum collected on the surface of his tongue. They both know it isn't all that much, but how could it be? --- considering how short a period of time it's been since Derek completely drained the man in his office earlier. In another surprise move Derek sweeps an index finger over his tongue to collect the cum that is there --- then he holds the finger over his coffee cup and uses the spoon he brought back with him from under the table to scrape the thick white stuff into the hot liquid. After that he stirs it with the spoon. "I like this brand of cream in my coffee," he tells Dr. Landon. "It's the best kind of all. I wish there was more --- I should've jacked off into a glass while I was down there so mine could supplement yours. I wasn't thinking --- but then again, my mind was entirely focused on something else. I don't want to disappoint the chef, but the best dish in this meal didn't come from the kitchen." Dr. Landon's freaking again, wondering if anyone's witnessed this little `cream in my coffee' melodrama. He's also starting to realize that for better or worse this man is going to be taking him out of his comfort zone.
Fortunately Dr. Landon isn't aware of it --- if he was he'd be paranoid --- but one person in the restaurant, watching from a slight distance, has indeed seen Derek emerge from beneath the table and top off his coffee with the special cream --- their waiter. And now he understands --- at least some of it. Dr. Landon's unusual behavior starts to make sense. But because he missed whatever went on with that loud, vulgar woman he's still baffled about her hot pepper comment to him. He wonders how long Dr. Landon's dining companion spent hidden from view. And he understands that the ethics of his profession --- which he takes seriously --- mean this episode will remain a secret. Dr. Landon'll never know that he knows. The waiter does for a moment relish the idea of telling the men something like `next time consider reserving one of the private rooms upstairs' --- but of course in reality he says no such thing.
"Jesus, Derek --- are you nuts? That was awful risky."
Derek knows. But he's in a mood to be bold, confident he'll get the job now --- if Dr. Landon's truly as addicted to having his dick sucked as Kent says he is --- as he certainly appears to be. And most employers in the business world are looking for workers not afraid to take a risk.
"Calm down, Dr. Landon," he gently suggests.
"We're out in public here. Lots of people can see us."
"No one saw me working under the table," Derek counters.
"But someone could have seen you get under it, or come up --- then what would they think? And that cream in your coffee move! And how do you know no one saw you?" Dr. Landon pushes him.
"OK --- I'll admit I don't absolutely know it for a fact.. But you know, there are times when you do what you have to do, and this was one of them for me. I'm not gonna lose any sleep worrying about it, that's for sure."
"People know me here," Dr. Landon counters. "I have a reputation to maintain."
"So do I," Derek slyly answers, "and I'm doing it." When Dr. Landon says nothing back in response to that he continues. "Besides, we both know you liked it --- you really liked it."
"How can you know me so well when you've just met me?" Dr. Landon's thinking out loud.
"You don't hide some things --- when they're happening to you --- too well. You need a better poker face," Derek tells him.
"You couldn't see my face just now. How do you know how it looked?" Dr. Landon asks him.
"I make it my business to remain fully aware of the status of the body of the man attached to the dick in my mouth when I'm sucking cock," Derek casually answers. "Your orgasm concealment skills aren't what they could be."
"No man in the world could undergo what you can do to him with your mouth and completely hide it with a stone cold poker face," Dr. Landon says to justify himself.
"Maybe not totally hide it, I agree --- still, you could and should do quite a bit better --- with more practice," Derek says. "If you hire me I'll make damned sure you get it."
After a brief pause he continues. "You need to be able to speak adequately at such challenging, intense moments. Your conversation with that woman was pathetic --- I heard it all."
"She's a worthless sub-human creature and got what she deserved," Dr. Landon angrily says.
"And telling the waiter your little scream when you came was a pinched nerve! Gimme a break! You need to be able to come up with something better than that. I would`ve laughed my head off if my mouth wasn't so full."
"I'm not used to this --- it's never happened before. I did the best I could," Dr. Landon defends himself.
"Not good enough, What's gonna happen when you `re on the phone with an important client at the same time I have your dick in my mouth? You need to be able to communicate verbally while I do you," Derek chides him. Jesus, Dr. Landon thinks --- he's talking as if that situation happening's a foregone conclusion.
"Something like that --- while I'm on the phone --- it's never happened either," Dr. Landon says.
"Yet," Derek finishes for him. "Self-control so you can cum without people only a few feet away knowing what's happening is a valuable skill. We'll work on developing it --- if I get the job, that is."
"You seem to be formulating quite an ambitious agenda. But I don't think I'm gonna have to worry about anything like that happening again any time soon," Dr. Landon states.
"You never know, "Derek teases. "It could happen sooner than you think. I could drop my spoon under the table again right now."
"Don't you dare!" Dr. Landon snaps with a touch of panic in his voice.
"I could," Derek says, grinning. "But I won't. You haven't had enough time to fully recover yet from the last round. Otherwise I'd be tempted."
"There are limits, you know," Dr. Landon tells him.
"And I push them," Derek responds.
A momentary lull in the conversation ensues. Derek's the first one to break it. "I get the impression all the `special' work your previous assistant did was always in response to your calling for it," he says. "Is that right?"
"Naturally," Dr. Landon answers.
"And he never initiated it?" Derek says. "He was never the one to set things in motion?"
"That's right," Dr. Landon tells him.
"Well, if I'm hired that's gonna change," Derek states. "Imagine me calling you, saying something like `I want your hot, hard dick in my mouth --- soon. I'm hungry for your cum. I'm coming right in for it. So get ready.' --- I know you wouldn't turn me away."
"You have an active imagination," Dr. Landon tells Derek. "It's one of the things I like about you."
"What do you usually say," Derek asks, "when -- you know --- you want your assistant's special talents?"
"More often than not I simply say `I need you'," Dr. Landon answers.
"I guess that works," Derek responds.
And then Dr. Landon leads the conversation in a new direction. "Last week when you met with Kent --- Mr. Lancer --- did he fill you in on everything?"
"I assume so," Derek says.
"Did he talk about going with me on business trips?"
"Yes," Derek answers.
"And you have no problem with that?"
"My passport's ready," Derek says back. "He did say some of them were overseas."
"What else did he say?"
And now Derek gets his guard up, wondering where this may be going and not wanting to get Kent in hot water with his boss. He recalls Kent telling him Dr. Landon shouldn't know that he knows as much about things as he does --- courtesy of all the things Kent told him over lunch (no under the table blow jobs that time, though). "Nothing outrageous --- he just talked about the job --- the normal' parts of it besides the special' work --- and also about Landon Enterprises."
"Well," Dr. Landon says, "I'm not going to second guess him. Micro-managing's not my style. I hire the very best people I can possibly find, pay them extremely generous salaries, and stand out of the way while they do their jobs."
"Admirable and effective," Derek says.
"And speaking of hiring the best people, how'd you like to be my personal assistant?"
Derek breaks into a wide, winning smile. "I was beginning to think you were never going to ask."
"I take it that's a `yes'," Dr. Landon says, returning the smile.
"Damned right!"
"Welcome to Landon Enterprises, Derek," his new boss tells him.
"Thank you, Dr. Landon," Derek says. "It's gonna be a great pleasure working with you --- for you --- and on you" --- and now he grins and licks his outer lips.
"And Derek . . ."
"Yes, sir?"
"I'm looking forward to working with you, too --- and especially to you working your mouth magic on me. And I'd like you to call me `Dick'," the man says, "starting now."
"All right, Dick --- thanks. And it's a great name for a man like you --- so appropriate."
Coffee and dessert gone and the satisfying meal over, Dr. Landon takes care of the check and they get into his Porsche for the trip back. Dick has the feeling things aren't going to be dull with Derek around.
They've barely traveled a block when Dick pulls over to make a call. "I try to practice what I preach and not drive and speak on the phone at the same time. I want you to hear this conversation."
"I'm all ears," Derek tells him, listening as Dick calls Kent to tell him Derek's taking the job. He tells the personnel director he and Derek can meet when they arrive back at company headquarters and start dealing with paperwork and making arrangements.
It's what he says next that leaves Derek speechless. "And I want you to increase his starting salary by twenty percent. And have Ellen cut him a check for $15,000 to take with him today --- a signing on bonus." After he hangs up and gets back on the road he tells Derek, "Take a vacation on me --- Aruba, or Hawaii, or somewhere exotic --- think of it as a graduation present."