A product designer

John sat in the lobby, waiting between interviews. His first two interviews had been the matronly deputy head of office, Cynthia, followed by the tightly wound chief of design, Lilith. In Lilith, John recognized the signs of an ambitious woman, seeking to make her mark before allying with a more established family or perhaps founding her own. The first interview had concluded with John nursing Cynthia's heavy breasts until she smilingly hustled him along to his next. His interview with Lilith had wound up with an intense session of 69, with Lilith claiming most of the attention and leaving before he had quite gotten satisfaction. He'd known to expect things like that, but hoped if he were hired onto her team, that she would be more considerate.

John paged through the annual report for TCD, lighting on the pictures of the executives. They followed the usual pattern, a black-and-white pair of photos for each member. Above was a businesslike head-and-shoulders view, looking wise, or thoughtful, or powerful. Below was a picture of the board member's vulva, presented in a conservative style with neatly groomed hair, though sometimes posed to display parted labia. He was excited to see that one of the board members was actually a man who he recognized as an innovator in computer network design. The lower photograph of the man showed a partial erection. Well, John thought, it probably was exciting to be photographed for an annual report that would be seen by millions around the world.

Beside TCD's annual report was a copy of the annual report for Cowrie Intuitive, a well-known design house TCD had acquired after having used their designs with great success in several new computing projects. John had studied their work in college, and admired their ability to translate half-baked notions into prototypes, and prototypes into winning product designs. Their executive photos were all in color, which was unusual, and half were men, to his great surprise. He'd had no idea they were so progressive from what he'd learned in his studies. He grinned at the lower row of photos. Each executive's lower photo had been posed in rear presentation to the camera. Cheeky! The glimmer of gold highlighted a ring in the CEO's clitoral hood. The men sported full erections, as best he could tell. The personnel director's labia gaped open, and she was so pink and wet inside, he couldn't but imagine taking a deep breath of her scent. All of them, women and men, looked so fuckable that he felt his cock go to full erection. They certainly knew how to get a reader's attention.

He hurriedly put the CI annual report down when he heard someone approaching. When he turned his head, he saw the smiling face of the CI personnel director whose lavishly wet vulva he had just been admiring. His heart thumped and his tongue felt tied in knots.

"Ah, you would be John," she said. "I'm Atalanta Laurel. I'm here to take you over to the CI offices. We've been looking through your portfolio and we'd like to see if you could be a good fit for our division rather than losing you to the central design group. You'd be lost in the henhouse there." She nodded to the table. "I see you were looking at our last annual report before Big Pink acquired us."

John managed to swallow the lump in his throat and greet the division executive.

Atalanta Laurel walked John through the Big Pink office campus to a rather modern looking building on the edge of the complex. "I'll be meeting you after the design staff has a chance to chew on you for a bit," she said with a smile. "On your ideas, that is."

The afternoon passed in a series of what felt like mutual portfolio reviews. After discussing ideas and designs from John's college design work, each interviewer -- half of them men! -- laid out a design problem that they had faced at CI and asked John how he'd approach it. It was a bit of a surprise that the interviews were mostly on the cerebral level, if they were trying to assess him for a team fit, and involved only the slightest of touching. At John's request, one of the men agreed to cross swords, which was enjoyable but brief, as John spurted within a half-minute.

"There's a good lad, John," the male designer had said. "Help clear your head." He patted John on the shoulder and helped him wipe up before the next interview, without seeking his own satisfaction.

Work must really be consuming here at CI, John thought, not to be more sexually sociable, but at least he didn't feel taken advantage of as he had with Lilith.

Atalanta Laurel called John into her interview room, a snug room overlooking the large designers' floor through a glass window. After some questions about how he was feeling and his sense of the interview process, she put a question to him in these terms.

"I am expecting that you will receive an offer to join both the main TCD design office, as their first man, and given how this afternoon's interviews have gone, that you will receive an offer from us. The main office has a number of advantages; TCD has a high reputation, which will redound to the advantage of your mother's family. TCD is serious about diversity, and they will give you a fair go." Atalanta took a breath. "But they don't really understand about creativity, that men and women have it equally. You'll have a long apprenticeship there, and mostly you'll serve as a token. Maybe even a plaything. But they will try to take care of you."

John's thoughts flashed back to his interview with Lilith.

"Here at CI, as long as we're a separately managed division, you'll have your best chance to see those fresh perspectives I see in your portfolio put into action. You'll be working alongside the most creative women and men in the design business. We don't have the weight that TCD does, but as part of TCD, we do gain some of their mystique. It will be frustrating sometimes when Big Pink doesn't listen to us. It will be longer, harder work than you'd be doing with Central Design. But CI will give you the best opportunity."

Atalanta paused.

"Consult your mother, certainly," she said. "But consult your heart. We'll put your heart to work here. Central Design will not." She nodded. "Would you like to ask me any questions? Or do you have a spark left for a nice comfort mating before you go?"