Career Changing Opportunity

In the room, she caught the men’s attention; many struggling to avert their gaze from the contours of her defined ass, waist and breast in her thin, backless blouse and pencil skirt that sat just below her knees. She swayed her buxom and voluptuous figure through the animated restaurant, a simper playing on her lips when locking eyes with him. Once in his presence, she took his palms, intertwining her soft, supple skin against his hardened, thick own, savouring the moment with the delight turning her simper into a full-on smile.

"Nice to finally meet you," she said while shaking his hands. "To be honest, I was a bit wary doing a blind date, but I must say you are very appetising to the eye."

She giggled, her flushed skin making his cock rise in his slacks. She relieved herself from the handshake.

"Don't mind me," she spoke, turning away in mild embarrassment, though she soon returned her attention onto him, the sheepish sentiment gone.

“My name’s Ashley. What's yours?”

"Alis," began Mr Russel Pickle.

The CEO of inSite was a slim man, whose determination and will all but made up for what he lacked in supposed brawns and height. He glowered at Alasdair, though the top dog sensed commiseration behind his eyes. Russel valued principled behaviours and actions, supervising the entirety of his company by the same morals he lived by. Alasdair violated Russel's code of conduct. Now their friendship placed him in a predicament. Martina sat in complete silence at Alasdair's right, while Russel contemplated his next words, sitting, almost foreboding, before him.

"Your business and marketing acumen alone have propelled inSite to heights I could have only imagined since starting here. While we did not always see eye-to-eye, you showed a little disagreement goes a long way. However, your behaviour during the representative meeting and defiance to Martina are the last straws."

"Russel wait…" started Alasdair, however the CEO, the true top dog raised his hands, guilt passing his face before acclimating a blank affect.

"Tell me, Alis. What were you thinking?"

"I want you!" growled Alasdair, his lips clashing against Ashley's own, their tongues tasting one another and making every breath they took short and sweet.

He clasped her supple breasts, both firm and sprung. She moaned into his broad arms and shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their embrace before arching her head backwards. Sweat gleaned and exuded down her body, glistening in the flushed silver undertones of her tanned skin. Her unnatural blue eyes matched Alasdair's emeralds, holding them in a small period of solitude, before she spoke.

"Strip me alpha." Her heavy breathing made her voice unsteady.

Alasdair grunted, taking and pulling Ashley's blouse over her head. He eyed her exposed breasts, caressing and circling both supple tits in his large hands. She hummed, lacing around her alpha's muscular forearms before closing her eyes, relishing the throbs rallying across her chest and down towards her mound. Her skin was aglow when he pushed her onto the soft mattress, her jaw slacked and opened upon gazing at Alasdair stripping off his shirt, exposing his burly upper body. Quiet, but not quite speechless, only deep, gentle mewls escaped her as the top dog discarded both her skirt and velvet thong that cupped her round ass cheeks.

He approached her, looking down at her naked physique perched before him. She looked up, surveying his enormous chest and defined abdominals.

Becoming moist at his thick, large biceps and shoulders.

Taking in his masculine scent and thoughts of the rousing inevitable. She beckoned Alasdair with her pointer finger, who swaggered closer so that his tented crotch positioned right before her. Elevating to his face, she tenderly enveloped his lips with her own before descending again; discarding his belt and unbuttoning his pants, causing them to fall. He stepped out of the slacks, revealing loose, distended boxers that made the woman smirk.

The two exchanged looks, the top dog perceiving something astray. Ashely giggled, confirming his concern, before grasping at both sides of his bulging underwear.

"Is that all? Alis?"

"Yes…"

Russel's silence spoke volumes. Alasdair glanced over to Martina, her face not betraying any sentiment, but he knew she was happy. The sexy bitch bested him, playing into his arrogance and insecurities.

"I'm sorry, Alis," said Russel, taking time before looking at him. "Your rationale for your unacceptable behaviour seems like an excuse. You and I know such misconduct is not tolerated here. It is dangerous for our work environment. And yes, also our profitability. We cannot afford to risk opportunities to cooperate with the prestigious ARK Industries moving forward."

Alasdair maintained his composure. Maintained his attention. Gauged a way for redemption. No use.

"Please Alis. See this as a career changing opportunity. You are excellent. But this only makes it distressing for me to say I support Martina's decisions. With deep regret, I must terminate your employment at inSite."

Ashley's laughter rioted Alasdair's ears. He pumped his steel shaft with vigorous action as he watched his ideal woman on his computer screen. She gestured with her index finger and thumb. Two inches. Maybe an inch and a half?

"You must feel so pathetic," she spoke. She cupped both her hands around her oval face, her curled lips doing everything within their power to subdue her laughter.

"Such a big, strong alpha man, everywhere but where it counts. Stop wanking your willy, I didn't get a good look before."

Alasdair nodded, slowly removing his large hand that obscured his rigid cock. At that moment, the POV porno buffered, pausing on Ashley's pained expression. He could see her restraint just pressing on her, taking away from all the joy and passion she exhibited earlier in the video. She must wonder how such a man that exuded masculinity ended with a prick so subpar, barely average, if that. All thoughts of his alpha character came to naught.

To her.

To women.

To mankind.

He was beta. No matter his ability to serve and protect. No matter his ability to provide and survive. No matter his ability to be strong and never wrong. All it took was for him to be seen at his most ****: naked with a cock that met men’s standards by a hair's breadth. They would strip him of all his hard-earned prowess.

Alasdair moaned. Thoughts of Martina and Russel laughing at him filled his muddled head. Martina, finally relieving her repressed sentiments towards him, understanding now his mixed lust and hatred of her stemmed from the fact that he lacked a dick to keep her. Russel, in a state of shame, unable to understand how an alpha imposter made it through the ranks and established a relationship when they were far from equal.

"Oh fuck!"

The tension was too much for little Alis, the beta pup groaning aloud as his cock shot ropes after ropes of cum into the air. He tried to grab hold of his firing pistol, but only managed to lose balance on his reclining chair. The video played at that moment, Ashley whistling her withheld laughter, as Alasdair crashed onto the ground.

His bare buttocks knocked over the twentieth bottle of beer he drank since the morning. He laid still on the carpeted floor, succumbing to the drunken sleep that pawed at him by his fifteenth swing of the spirits.

She gazed upon his drooling, **** muscular physique, contrasted by the moderate number of inches bolted upright from his heavy family jewels, making his cock look even more miniscule.

"You're such a joke…"