Brenda's Explicit Interview on MVC
Brenda sat in the lobby, waited impatiently with her legs trembling. She'd been told what to wear by the headhunter.
"Dress conservatively - business attire in black, dark gray, or navy blue. Minimal jewelry, minimal makeup. Think professional, with sexy underwear."
This last piece of information kept echoing in her mind.
"Sexy underwear."
So, she went with black lace stockings, bra, and panties under a dark gray suit with a white blouse. She checked her reflection in the window, ensuring she looked good. She took deep breaths to calm her nerves.
As she stared at her reflection, she imagined wearing just her underwear. The way the panties fitted her curvy ass. The way the bra supported her full breasts. The way the stockings hugged her long legs. An anticipatory feeling tickled her stomach.
She'd been through an unusual interview process: the usual questions about her qualifications, employment history, a pen-and-paper psychological assessment, and a follow-up meeting with a psychologist. There were peculiar questions about her views on violence, sex work, sexual deviance, morality, and legality.
MVC was a well-known private equity firm, providing confidential services to select clients. It was renowned in certain circles for its impressive client portfolios, highly wealthy and controversial clients, and top-notch discretion. It had twelve divisions with vague titles. An impressive number of the brightest minds were recruited each year and disappeared into the maze of its contracts.
When the headhunter called, it was unexpected. Since it piqued her curiosity, she decided to follow through. The outcome led her to this point, waiting for her interview.
The entrance was sudden as a young man in a dark grey suit entered the lobby from the stairs. He silently greeted her and opened the door for her.
"Miss Steele?"
"Yes, I'm Brenda Steele."
"Welcome to Mason, Valance, and Cherbourne. Come with me, and I'll lead you."
She stood up, grabbed her briefcase, and walked towards him in the lobby.
"We're only up one flight. The conference room overlooks the river."
"It's a fantastic location here." she praised as she started up the wide stairwell.
"I'm Scott, a security associate." he said before gesturing to the wall-mounted camcorder.
"We've got thorough security protocols in place. As you can imagine, MVC requires strict confidentiality for its multinational clients and extensive range of services."
At the top of the stairs, Scott opened another door, leading Brenda into a dimly lit, empty reception area. The furniture was plush and decorated with delicate gold trims. The chandeliers had soft rose gold accents. It smelled of money.
"Stand here," Scott instructed, pointing to a spot.
Brenda moved into position.
"This is just ritualistic." Scott explained as he pressed a button on the wall, opening a hidden door. A slim black camera rests on a matching tripod, surrounded by the previously empty space. Scott took the sheet of paper on the ground and handed it to Brenda.
"Please read this into the camera."
She took the paper, looked it over, and repeated what it said.
"My name is Brenda Steele. I am here on my own accord, understanding the job interview I am about to face for an Associate Client Services Representative at Mason, Valance, and Cherbourne. I consent to participate, without pressure or incentives, in the interview process. I've signed all required non-disclosure agreements and waivers."
"Thank you, Ms. Steele." Scott responded.
"I'm Scott Wallace, a Security Associate, and MVC representative. I've witnessed your consent, and I confirm that all necessary documents have been completed and filed. I'll be available throughout the interview should you choose to recant your consent and end the process."
Scott carefully closed the cabinet.
Brenda followed him into the subsequent room.
"Let's move over here."
Scott guided me to a door positioned at the back of the room. As we neared, I heard a subtle click along with the sound of a mechanism disengaging. Scott opened the door and ushered me within. Similar to the reception area, the interior decor was rich with wooden accents, steel, and rose gold lighting. A solitary large conference table was placed in the center, encircled by six opulent leather armchairs. A single spotlight in the ceiling illuminated the space, bathing it in a gentle, golden glow.
Scott pointed to a small black orb in the corner of the room.
"This room is monitored – audio and video. I'll be located in the reception area for the duration of the interview, monitoring the feed," he stated, "if at any point you desire to halt the proceedings, say 'Terminate, Terminate, Terminate' and I'll be there instantly."
He ushered me to a chair beside the table. Anxiety fluttered in my stomach.
"I wish you good luck, Ms. Steele. Enjoy the interview." Scott commented before strolling around the table. I noticed him reaching beneath it and heard an additional click. He removed two long leather straps from beneath the table and placed them on the tabletop.
My heart leapt. My thoughts whirled, and I gulped, noticing the two restraints laid out on the table.
Another soft click and one of the panels opposite me expanded, transforming into a door. A man stepped through it, entering the room. Immaculately dressed in a navy-blue suit, white dress shirt, and striped Oxford tie, he was tall, exceeding six feet, and possessed a toned, athletic frame, his movements fluid. He held a leather-bound folder in his grasp.
"Ms. Steele." He greeted as he approached the table and took a seat opposite me.
"My name is Anton Cherbourne. I am the director of client services."
The man set the folder down on the table and removed his coat, hanging it neatly adjacent to the folder. I could see the well-defined muscles beneath his shirt as he moved. He stood and beckoned, "Sit here, and move slowly as you approach the table. I would like to see you move."
I rose and walked around the table at a leisurely pace.
"Very beautiful," he commented, a smile gracing his lips. "I'm aware that you minored in music and dance at university. A lovely talent that, in my opinion, is vastly underrated."
"Yes, Mr. Cherbourne," I said.
He turned a few pages in the file.
"Your qualifications align with what we desire in an associate. Impeccable. Your background contains some imperfections, but they are manageable. Two crucial attributes we prioritize. We are not in the business of saints. We are in the business of sinners. Honestly, sinners possess more assets and are eager to spend them."
He interlaced his fingers and rested them on the table, and his forearm flexed beneath his shirt, displaying a plethora of lean muscle.
"As an associate, you'll be tasked with ensuring our clients remain content. Mostly, this entails acquiring and conveying the goods and services they demand. Frequently, these desires are morally questionable and legally debatable. Sometimes they breach the laws of countries, the laws of man, and even the laws of the Divine."
He gazed intently at me.
"Rest your palm on my thigh, Ms. Steele."
At his command, I placed the palm of my left hand on the middle of his thigh. I felt the heat and power pulsating from his body through my hand.
"When it comes to the less savory tasks of our line of work, generally you'll be engaged in acquiring rather than providing these services," he explained. "However, some activities straddle the line between undesirable and appealing. Occasionally, it may be necessary for you to cross this line to ease a client into a more favorable situation for us. Do you grasp this concept?"
I contemplated a response but opted to simply nod subtly and caressed his thigh in a sensual manner. Nodding slightly, he returned with a grin.
"Très bien réponse."
He leaned back in his chair.
Brenda sat beside him, her gaze locked onto the file. The top document in the stack showed her university records. She subtly ran her fingers up and down his thigh, dragging them along the muscle and back, appearing to focus on the documents. She noticed his thigh tensing and relaxing beneath her palm. She then switched to the next document, which detailed all her residential history. As she touched the inside of his leg, she brushed against his package. He gave a slight twitch under her hand.
She looked over at him and said, "Very good."
She placed the file to the side and smoothed out any wrinkles. The next document appeared to be a detailed report about her past. She began running her fingers up the inside of his leg, brushing against him, causing his package to stir.
"Do you have a question for me, Mr. Cherbourne?"
Brenda faced him completely as she placed her left hand down and removed it from his leg. Instead, she slid her right hand farther up and began caressing his muscular thigh.
"Yes," he replied.
With her right hand, she held, squeezes and stroked his thigh, reaching his package.
"What about this file raises concerns for you?"
She felt him hardening beneath her hand. His package filled her palm. His size and weight were apparent.
"There's something in the stack that worries you?" he questioned.
She tightened her grip and stroked him as she tried to remember the specific document.
"Go to the next one," he instructed.
She flipped the document over and read the title. It was a campus police report.
"Can you read the third sentence?" he asked.
As she did, she noticed his cock lengthening under her hand. She squeezed him again.
"Upon approaching the suspect, Officer Manderley observed the woman, B. Steele, kneeling in front of the man, G. Walker. The woman appeared to be performing oral sex on Mr. Walker."
"What provoked that moment between you and Mr. Walker in the back row of the theatre?"
Brenda paused as she thought back to that moment.
"I had to give Mr. Walker a taste of what he missed out on all those years," she murmured, her hand stroking his growing member. "He was a decent, but inexperienced, lover. Just thinking about his impressive cock ignited something in me. Sucking that massive cock in the back row of a crowded theatre was my fantasy. I knew it would be an unforgettable experience for both of us."
She gave him another squeeze.
"It was carefully thought out. The risks were outweighed by the benefits," she added.
He said nothing, yet Brenda felt his pulse beneath her palm. She leaned in and whispered, "It was a calculated move. I gained more from the experience than I potentially faced."
"Read the last sentence of the report," he ordered.
Brenda shifted in her seat and removed his belt and zipper. She reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It was uniformly thick, well-endowed, and fully engorged, featuring a deep red head and prominent veins on the sides. She stroked it several times, appreciating the warmth of it in her hand.
"Why was Mr. Walker released?" he inquired.
Brenda stroked him again.
"He claimed that I was simply searching for my purse that had fallen in the theatre," she answered.
Brenda slid her hand up his cock, stopping at the head. She traced her thumb around the head, leaving a trail of his pre-cum.
"Because I seduced your campus cop," she revealed. "He was so young. Becoming an unwilling participant in a cop's fantasy is every campus cop's dream."
She increased the speed of her strokes as she whispered in his ear.
"Once I had Officer Manderley in hand, it was over for you, Mr. Cherbourne."
She gave him a few more strokes.
"Most people's minds short-circuit when someone touches their dick," she explained. "They might hear the instructions, but their intentions are overridden by the stimulation."
Having made a misstep, you'll have to fork over some compensation. That's the rule. I let Officer Manderley shoot your load onto my mug once he was done. It was a quick job. What's more, it drove Geoff crazy. After Officer Manderley exited the game, Geoff screwed me in the classroom. The pupil's desk served as our platform. He bent me over it and went at it like an untamed animal. It was sheer animal lust. All that aggression, ramming his meat into me while Geoff denounced me as an unfaithful whore and a slag. I climaxed so heartily; I thought I was on the verge of blacking out.
My secret turned out to be double-sided, fortunately. Geoff was bewildered and outraged by the entire episode for the rest of my academic career, making me his personal punching bag. Officer Manderley was like a paid-in-full card in my wallet. Having a police officer in my mouth gave me significant leverage. More than anything, I had control over him, considering I could tear off his dick and end his career on the spot.
She caressed his jewels.
"Do you realize how awesome it was? Being a wolf in a world of lambs pays big dividends."
Mr. Cherbourne's groans heightened as she returned to stroking his shaft. Brenda spun his chair to have him face her. She dropped to her knees and spread his legs. His cock shot up from his genitals, rock hard, sheathed in a filmy bead of pre-cum.
"I'll give you a tip. If you're about to interfere with a seasoned professional, let me put it this way, would you grab the steering wheel from a professional driver while they're on the road?"
She winked at him and then dropped her head down his shaft. His snake thrust upwards as she took the head into her mouth. She sucked it roughly, rolling her tongue around the cap. She let it pop out of her mouth and then did the same thing again and again until he was groaning lustfully.
She ascended and descended, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth, rubbing the underside with her tongue. His hands went up to cup her head but she pushed them away.
"Let me ask you. Would you interfere with a professional driver?" She asked.
She engulfed his cock in her mouth again, moving up and down with a rhythmic tempo, taking him deeper with each stroke. His cock became so vast that it pushed against the back of her mouth. She changed its position, claiming his cock to be all hers. Once more, she took him in one clean motion, taking in every inch that slid in and out of her mouth. Her saliva coated his dick. Dripping with lube, it gleamed in the warm light.
She reached back and pressed her thumb against the base of his cock. Then, she began to rub her thumb up and down, pressing firmly, creating a tantalizing rhythm. His moans reverberated throughout the silent conference room as he gripped the arms of the chair painfully.
He was pegging her when she sensed he was about to fire a load. His hips thrust forcibly, thrusting his cock in deeper. She tightened her grip on his shaft. His hands fumbled to cling to the chair's arms as if he was about to break them.
Mr. Cherbourne lost control when he felt her swallow his cock with her throat. His bottom was close to the edge. She held him there like a vise. When his cock suddenly stopped pulsating, she repeated her actions, striking a balance between pleasure and an edge.
She took his cock out of her mouth.
"Ask." She said.
She engulfed his stick again, pressing against his base with her thumb.
"Crave."
She swirled her tongue around the head, lightly pulling it out of her mouth.
"Ask and it's yours."
"Please." He gasped.
She inhaled his cock until his rod filled her throat. He ejaculated several waves of thick, scorching cum, pressing deep into her. She held him there until his cum vanished. She hauled his cock back out of her throat, leaving her hand to deal with potential leftovers. Her thumb then reentered her mouth, scraping every speck of cum from her lips.
Whe never glimpsed Mr. Cherbourne's state of arousal again. She wiped her lips then handed him a handkerchief for the task. Once she recognized her handiwork was done, she merely returned to the conference table, accepting a few moments of respite while he put things back in order.
After cleaning his manhood, zippering and re-buckling, he looked at her.
"With perfect qualifications, Ms. Steele, we're confident in your aptitude. The way you read and tackle challenges is terrific. Would you like a beverage of your preference or some time to reset?"
"A glass of sparkling water would be great."
His voice commanded, "Scott, a glass of sparkling water for Ms. Steele."
"Sending you wishes for the next part of your interview." He commented and picking up his suit coat, he turned and departed the area, leaving the sperm-stained square lying on the desk.
Soon after, Scott entered from the other entrance, brandishing a bottle of chilled water and a tiny glass. He set them on the table, gave her a quick grin and a cheeky wink, and exited.
Brenda had a few moments to sip the water when the door opened once more. The man who entered filled up the space. Dressed in a charcoal grey suit and a solid tie in a soft sky blue, his bulky neck and closely sheared hair made him formidable, even more so due to his wide shoulders and rolling gait. His eyes were another tone of grey and as he looked at her, Brenda felt a slight shudder travel through her. With his presence so powerful and explosive, it nearly oozed physicality.
"Ms. Steele." He expressed as a greeting. His voice was deep and thundering.
"I'm Terence Mason. My friends term me Terry."
A grin curled at the edges of his mouth.
"I'm in charge of finance. After seeing your pre-interview sheet, I see you're to be stationed in another department and your background in finance is limited. If our realms intersect, I'll ensure you're thoroughly educated to be operationally competent."
He discarded his suit coat and hung it on the back of one of the seats.
"Mr. Mason," Brenda said, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
That agitated the grin to reappear and vanish again. He passed over to the side of the table where she was seated and leaned against it, bearing down on her with his gaze.
"Interesting you mentioned pleasure. But pleasure can be deceiving."
He gradually pulled his shirt buttons from the top to the bottom, removing his shirt whilst keeping her in his sight. As he peeled it off, beneath he wore a harness of black leather buckled together with several stainless steel rings, two of which encircled his nipples. A single leather strap ran from the center of his chest to his waistband.
"Do you know what happens when pleasure and pain cross paths? Are you aware the blending enhances the sensations?"
Brenda cleared her throat and nodded.
"Indeed." She said with slight instability in her tone.
He moved one of his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head back up so she was gazing into his eyes.
"Precisely."
He instructed her to stand up and strip. Brenda rose, eliminating her suit coat, her blouse, then her shoes and slacks. In her bra, panties, and stockings, she stood there under his scrutiny. He took his time inspecting her, finally raising his finger in a twirling motion.
"Slowly." He commanded.
She complied, turning around gradually, conscious of his rapt attention.
"Superb." He expressed in his thundering voice.
He strolled around the table to before her, reaching out to grasp her left wrist. He stretched her arm out, attained the cuff, and attached the strap. Similar steps were taken with her other wrist. He journeyed back around the table to the opposite side.
"Scott, bring me the kit."
He voiced his wish to the conference room as he slid below the table. After a while, the sound of an electric engine was heard in the room. Brenda gasped when she felt the restraint straps contract, drawing her forward. She scrambled for a solid footing as the leads tightened and dragged her over the table, stretching her arms towards the ceiling in a Y and pulling her body forward until her hips were at the edge of the table, her torso lying on its surface.
She heard the door open behind her. A moment later, Scott appeared in her field of vision as he made a circuit of the table, a large leather case in his hands. He positioned it on the desk beside Mr. Mason.
"Thanks, Scott. That's all."
Scott nodded and traced a route back around. The click of the door closing was audible. Mr. Mason withdrew from his case a black leather cat-o'-nine-tails. He held it for a moment to let her examine it, then shifted behind her.
"If you join our team, you'll become well-acquainted with all the instruments of pain and ecstasy. Some interviewees opt out at this point. They fail to grasp the connection between pleasure and pain and only crave the former, mistakenly believing they can flee from torment."
"Let's make sure you understand, Miss. Do you comprehend the way they collaborate and consent to proceed with this interview?"
"Yes," she affirmed, "I understand and want you to continue."
"Can you recall your safe word?"
"Yes," she stated softly.
After a moment, she heard the swift swishing sound as the leather moved through the air. Her right cheek was struck with intense pain on the first stroke of the whip. She yelped and swayed as the burning sensation flared on her buttocks. The second blow hit her left cheek, the rising sensation intensifying there.
Her legs couldn't help but wriggle about, attempting to escape, her arms struggling against the restraints that kept them perfectly in place. He set the whip down on the table next to her before disappearing from view. He managed to remove her panties from her ass, down her thighs, over her knees, and off her ankles.
She was drawing quick, quiet breaths.
Reappearing, he retrieved a stainless-steel rod with rings dangling at its ends from the case. This was placed on the table alongside her. He also pulled out two short ropes from the case and picked up the telescoping rod once more, disappearing from her view once more. She heard the clicking noises as he extended the rod and locked it into place. With ease, he gripped each ankle and pulled her legs apart, using the rope to fasten them to the telescoping spreader bar, holding her legs wide open.
He reappeared carrying the whip.
"No," she whimpered, "please don't, please."
A moment later, she was given two swift strokes, one on each now bared cheek.
Brenda screamed and flailed about, held in position by the wrist restraints and the spreader bar.
She could feel his large, warm hand gently soothing her ass. "Shhhhh," he transmitted softly, "You're aware that you deserve this, aren't you? You've earned this."
His hand withdrew, another flurry of blows from the whip struck her cheeks.
She choked back the scream and merely whimpered with the pain. The fire raged in her ass cheeks. She failed to move her legs.
"I'm inclined to push the boundaries of your stamina. However, it appears it's enough that we just explore your readiness. Our buyers are the reapers of this world. They rarely abstain."
She could sense his large hand comforting her ass again, rubbing it in gentle circles. The fire receded a little. His hand traveled to her crotch, stroking her pussy softly and sliding a finger inside her. She sighed in pleasure at his touch. His fingers pushed in and out of her, twisting and turning inside her. She felt her arousal building. With eyes closed, she concentrated on the sensations caused by his fingers.
"Thank you, sir," she mumbled softly, "Thank you."
He took his fingers out of her and knelt behind her, his hips pushing against hers. She recognized the thick length of his cock resting between her buttocks, warm against her skin. He reached around and inserted his fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, she licked and sucked them, tasting her own arousal. He stretched further and picked up the damp pocket square. He carefully inserted it into her mouth.
"This should help, a bit." He whispered to her, then retreated, retrieving the whip in the process.
She tried to brace herself, expecting the sting to land on her ass. Instead, she heard the swish as the whip was swung and seconds later, the flesh of her inner thighs was on fire. Strike after strike, he alternated legs, the sting of the whip igniting her inner thighs excessively. She emitted muffled cries, attempting to close her legs with futile efforts, held steady by the wrist restraints and the spreader bar. She continued to struggle, hoping to evade his lashes, but her fighting only resulted in making matters worse. His whip found the inside of her thighs six times more, each lash searing her.
Her legs continued to struggle as he set the whip beside her. [end]
She felt his hand slide between her legs again, felt him slip his fingers into her. He slowly moved them in and out of her, twisting and turning as the sharp pain in her inner thighs started to subside. She lowered herself onto the tabletop, lying there limply while he touched her, breathing heavily, still whimpering but her whimpers turning into soft moans. She felt her own wetness running down her inner thighs, providing relief from the burning whip marks.
He positioned the thick head of his cock at her entrance, wiggling it about as it slowly stretched her pussy open. His masculine form fit his proportions perfectly. She felt herself opening up, allowing the head to enter. When he had it in place, he leaned over her, gripping her head by the hair at the nape of her neck, sliding his fingers up until they were fully intertwined.
Then, he gently tightened his grip and pulled her head back as he pushed his cock into her, not in rapid strokes, but in one smooth, slow move. Her mouth opened as the pocket square fell out. As he penetrated her slowly, she felt it opening her, pressing the walls of her vagina apart, stretching her open. He was thick and she felt the hard shaft slide into her.
He began to fuck her slowly and steadily, her head held back, her body arched like a bow, the wrist restraints taut. She moaned with each thrust, unable to move as his cock plunged in and out of her. He held her in this position for a long time, his thrusting tempo consistent, almost mechanical. She could feel his cock as it worked its way inside of her vagina, each minor change in his body position sending a different sensation through her.
He loosened his grip on her hair, allowing her to sink back onto the tabletop. His fingers trailed lightly down her back. She felt his hands on her sides and then on her hips, gripping her tightly to keep her stationary as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster until he was pounding into her. Each time his hips connected with her ass, it sent a small jolt of pain through her, the pain mixing with the pleasure.
He leaned over her and whispered into her ear.
"Sometimes, we are denied pleasure and left with only memories of pain."
She felt his cock pulse inside of her, filling her with a warm wetness. He held it there, buried inside of her, pulsing until he was finished climaxing. She felt his cock slide out of her, felt the cum spill out onto her thighs. She felt her vagina, stretched open from the thickness of his cock.
"What's the lesson, Ms. Steele?"
She replied promptly.
"It's never personal, even when it's personal. Sometimes, the best pleasure, is revenge."
He chuckled quietly into her ear.
"Very good, Ms. Steele. You're quite a piece of work. You'll do well here."
He stood up and walked around the table where she could see him. Naked, covered in sweat, his groin and thighs coated in his cum and her wetness, he glistened in the soft light. His pubic area was clean shaven. A single leather strap connected the harness he wore to a metal ring that circled the base of his still erect cock. His balls hung heavily beneath the ring. His abdomen, defined by muscle, drew breaths with each inhalation.
Trapped by the spreader bar that held her legs apart and secured over the conference table, she watched him dress and leave without saying another word. She lay there, catching her own breath, the feeling of one orgasm lingering.
She heard the door open behind her and a moment later, Scott entered the room. He kneeled beside her and handed her a bottle of water. She drank deeply from it.
"You're doing well." He said softly. "Two down. One to go."
Then, repacking the whip in its case, she heard the door close as he left the room.
She stayed on the table for several minutes, just taking deep breaths, feeling the periodic spasms in her vagina. She looked up when the door in front of her opened.
Two people entered the room, both identical in appearance, twins. They each sat down across from her. Both wore a navy-blue suit, the same tie, and had a lapel pin. When they sat down, he glanced at her exposed body. She locked her gaze on Brenda, her nostrils slightly flaring. Her emerald eyes were wide, with large dark pupils taking in her body.
"We are Valance," we both said, our voices sounding weird because they were echoing.
"We are Operations. We will start the interview," the woman said.
She nodded her head.
"A quick series of questions," the woman said. "I'll go first and we'll take turns answering. What did the receptionist wear when you arrived at our facility today?"
"There was no receptionist," Brenda answered. "The door was open and I walked in. Scott greeted me in the lobby."
"Mr. Cherbourne's tie. What was it?"
"It was an Oxford tie," Brenda replied.
"Was that correct?" the woman asked.
"No. He actually went to Harvard, which is confirmed by Harvard. So, if he wore an Oxford tie, it must have been hidden."
"So, did you meet Mr. Cherbourne for the first time today?"
"Yes, we met, but not for the first time. I saw him three days ago at a coffee shop. I didn't know who he was."
"Why did you notice him?"
"He dropped a cup of coffee and when he bent to pick it up, I saw the shape of his handgun. He intentionally caught my attention."
"Mr. Mason has how many scars on his chest? Also, what caused them?"
"One gunshot wound with surrounding surgery marks, one knife wound that was very clean and repaired with a butterfly suture, not sewn shut, and one scar on his chest he must have gotten from stepping on broken glass or cutting his chest somehow, which wasn't very deep."
"Wow, you're really thorough," they said together. "Last question. Which one of us wants to sleep with you?"
Brenda slowly glanced back and forth between the two.
"She does," Brenda said, looking at the woman. "You didn't react like someone who wants sex, but she did, and she's been checking me out by looking at my chest."
The two people shared a glance.
"Very good," they said in unison.
"Scott, please show our new employee around. We look forward to working with you."
They both stood up and left the room.
Brenda laid her cheek on the cool table.
She heard Scott enter the room behind her and reach around to put a robe on the table and a moment later heard a click, which meant they released the tension on the wrist bindings. Then he unfastened each one as Brenda stood and stretched.
"Strip and put the robe on," he said, smiling at her. He stayed where he was, just watching her as she complied.
"Let's go," he said. He opened the door they had left through and led her through a large office area. There were lots of people gathered there and they all stood up and clapped as she walked past. On the walls, Brenda could see several large monitors with images of the now empty conference room.
"Welcome to MVC," Scott said as they walked through the room and through another open doorway. They entered a fancy shower area. The far wall was dominated by a huge shower, all made of shiny tile and metal, covered by a glass door, frosted in the middle for privacy.
He took Brenda's robe and hanged it on a hook. He then opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him. While he was getting rid of his clothes, she looked at the other wall and noticed a bunch of small panels.
"The Valance love panels," she thought.
He came back into the shower area, naked, and stepped into the shower with her.
"I'm a security agent," he said. "More importantly, I'll be your security agent."
He pressed a tile and a secret cabinet opened.
"Combination moisturizer and topical anesthetic," he said, holding up a small bottle. "May I apply it to you?"
She nodded and he knelt down at her feet and sprayed it on the inside of her legs. She felt the pain fading very quickly. [
Mr. Mason is an expert with his whip. You might experience some soreness, but he'll give you a bottle of this when you depart. Avoid rubbing it with your hand. I discovered this the painful way. Initially, I rubbed it on my hand, and later on, I brushed it against my cock and balls. For two days, I was incapable of feeling myself. It was unusual. I can't endorse the sensation. Turn around.
She rotated around and detected him spraying her butt cheeks.
"Your ass will exhibit bumps, but they'll subside in a few days. Apply generously before sitting."
Having completed with the bottle, he retrieved another one.
"And this," he proclaimed, holding it aloft. "Is traditional body wash."
"Do you usually shower new colleagues?" Brenda inquired.
"Yes and no. Not all new colleagues. Merely the ones I'll collaborate with in the field. To thwart the possibility of field employees getting distracted by one another on a task, I make them well-acquainted in a secure setting instead."
Brenda observed him and lifted an eyebrow.
Scott raised an eyebrow in conjunction with her.
"Take a seat." He instructed, directing to the teak bench.
Brenda shifted to the bench and gently relaxed on it. To her delight, there was only a minor discomfort when she sat.
"Oh, that stuff is pleasant."
Scott nodded.
"We possess some highly specialized chemists."
Kneeling before her, he positioned a hand on each knee. He gradually spread her legs, flashed her a grin, and nuzzled his head between her thighs. Moments later, she realized his tongue tracing the border of her pussy. His tongue flicked feebly over her clit. She felt her pussy twitch slightly as she leaned against the tile wall and closed her eyes.
Scott settled into position and slowly, enthusiastically, and forcefully licked and sucked on her pussy. His pressure was the ideal blend of tenderness and anxiety that she felt her desire, repressed earlier, intensifying swiftly.
She felt his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs further apart as his tongue plunged into her and swirled around, entering and exiting. Then, he commenced to slowly lick her, caressing her wetly with his tongue, licking her clit at the pinnacle of each stroke. His tongue pervaded her pussy, prodding aside the folds. The resounding sounds of his mouth and tongue aligned with the heater's noise.
He maintained it, adjusting the pressure and cadence slightly until he struck the perfect rhythm. Brenda moaned in approval as her body reacted, a small wave of satisfaction traveling through her, expanding to encompass the entirety of her physique.
"Oh, damn." She gasped, "Exactly fucking there."
Scott persisted at that spot. Soon, Brenda found herself moaning and shifting as the butterflies emerged within her tummy and started fluttering derangedly. The enthusiasm slowly spread through her, softening the waves of pleasure until they were convulsing throughout her, lengthy and profound. She pushed his head away.
"Enough." She wheezed, "Enough."
She sensed Scott withdrawing between her legs and situating himself on the bench nearby. She glanced toward him as he captured some of the falling water in his hands and washed his face. She inspected his cock, which lay, softening, alongside his thigh. He grinned at her.
"Crystallize my weakness." Scott remarked as he rinsed his face a second time.
"I would have never anticipated you as a man who enjoys batting clean-up." Brenda revealed.
"Target." Scott asserted, "When I dine on a cream pie, I cum like a novice mixer. There's something about it that makes me jerk off unrestrainedly."
Brenda chortled.
"I'll recollect that. For, uh, expedient reasons."
Scott chortled.
"I presume we'll work harmoniously."
Brenda agreed and rested her head against his shoulder, relishing the afterglow of her orgasm and the ever-blooming cascade of warm water.
"Is every encounter like this?" she asked him.
Scott commented, "You have a lot to share when it comes to orgasms, but the job. It's always like this. Insane and outrageous beyond belief. The clients we serve are quite bizarre, which suits us perfectly because they hand us wads of cash to take care of their issues. We arrange, camouflage, tidy up. It might as well be our unspoken motto. If we had a motto.
Brenda rested her back against him, lazily fingering his well-defined chest, down to his abdomen and then re-tracing the path upward.
"MVC doesn't follow the established regulations, does it?"
Scott chuckled.
"I believe that interview strategy is against the norms in every civilized law system. We don't adhere to the rules. In fact, MVC adheres to its own unique set of rules."
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