A mouthful hospitality

"Good girl," Tommy said, his voice thick with arousal. "Kneel down here in front of me. Show me some real hospitality."

Melissa slid off the sofa onto her knees on the plush carpet, positioning herself between Tommy's spread legs. His erection stood at full attention, the smell of soap not quite masking his natural odor.

*This isn't happening,* Melissa told herself as she leaned forward. *This is just a bad dream.*

"That's it," Tommy encouraged, placing his hand on the back of her head. "Show me how hospitable this house is."

With tears forming in her eyes, Melissa took him into her mouth, the cosmic compulsion forcing her to perform this intimate act with a stranger who, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't even make eye contact with on the street.

"Fuckkk," Tommy groaned, gripping her perfectly highlighted hair. "Not bad for a stuck-up bitch. The husbands in this neighborhood must have some interesting dinner parties."

Melissa closed her eyes, trying to disconnect from what was happening. She focused on doing what was necessary to pass this examination, to make him leave as quickly as possible.

"Look at me," Tommy demanded, yanking her hair painfully. "A good host maintains eye contact. Shows they're present in the moment."

She opened her eyes, tears now streaming down her cheeks as she looked up at the filthy man violating her home and her body.

"That's better," Tommy grinned, using his grip on her hair to control her movements. "Much more hospitable."

The front door opened.

"Honey? You home?" a male voice called out. "I forgot my presentation files and had to come back—"

Brandon Harrington, dressed in an immaculate charcoal suit, froze in the living room doorway. His briefcase crashed to the floor as he took in the impossible scene before him—his naked wife on her knees before a homeless-looking stranger, also naked, on their designer sofa.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Brandon roared, rushing forward.

Tommy didn't even flinch. He simply looked at the enraged husband and said calmly, "I'm your guest. The Hospitality Examiner."

Brandon stopped mid-stride, his expression morphing from rage to confusion as the cosmic understanding filtered into his consciousness.

"The... the examination is today?" he stammered, his arms falling limply to his sides. "I had no idea."

"Surprise evaluation," Tommy explained casually, still holding Melissa's head at his crotch. "Testing your wife's hospitality skills. Gotta say, she's doing pretty well so far."

Brandon's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. *This is insane! This man is assaulting my wife! I should kill him!* Yet the cosmic understanding of the importance of this examination overpowered these natural reactions.

"I... I see," Brandon said, loosening his tie nervously. "Is there... is there anything I can do to help with the evaluation?"

Tommy laughed, releasing Melissa's hair. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth and avoiding her husband's gaze, her face burning with humiliation.