Meeting the Master

Entering the next room, you find it surprisingly empty. The walls are devoid of any paintings or decoration, much different than the rest of the house. The only adornments are ornate drapes, currently drawn back to let natural light flood in. The room is dominated by a large wooden desk in the middle, at which sits who you assume is the Master of the house.

He is very clearly a wealthy man. His hair, black with a hint of grey, is professionally styled to the perfect length. He wears a suit more expensive than your college education had been, tailored to his muscular body. You must admit he is incredibly attractive, his face better fit for a model than a CEO. He smiles when he sees you, reclining in his large leather chair.

"Ah, Miss Brouillet, is this the new maid you were telling me about?" His voice had a gentle yet commanding tone that just oozed authority. This man had never been in a situation where he was not on top.

"Yes Sir, this is Morgan Lockley," Olivia replies, placing a hand on the small of your back and pushing you forward.

Unsure what to do, you give a quick bow and squeak out "G-Good Morning, Master!"

There is a second of silence before the man breaks out in roaring laughter. "Oh... Oh Olivia you do train them quick, don't you! Haha!"

"I try, Sir."

"Well, anyway let me take a look at her." Leaning forward, his eyes grew serious as he runs them up and down your body. Even though you had just been stripped down and inspected, it felt different when a man did it, especially this man. Knowing the perversions running through his mind as he undressed you with his eyes... it sent shivers down your spine.

"Hmmm... she is quite cute..." He scratched his shaven chin, looking back over at Olivia. "Tits are a bit small, though, don't you think?" Such a callous dismissal of your body embarrassed you to your core. It was dehumanizing, shameful, and... a turn-on?

"Yes, Sir, my thoughts as well. However, I thought this would make up for it." Grabbing your shoulders, she spun you around so your back faced him. Reaching down, she flipped your skirt up. You could not contain an eek of protest, your rear now completely exposed. However, you knew better than to move a muscle. "All three of our recent hires have had well-endowed chests but not much ass to speak of. I thought Miss Lockley would be a nice change of pace."

"Well, if I need a fine ass I always have you!" The Master replied, pausing briefly to laugh at his own remark. "Though I suppose you are right. And besides, her tits aren't all that small, are they?"

"34C, Sir."

"Hmmm, yes I think she'll do nicely. Excellent work Miss Brouillet! Turn her back around." Hands once again gripped your shoulders and turned you. You scrambled to flatten your skirt, much to the Master's amusement. "Miss Lockley, was it?" You nod your head. "Well, congratulations, Miss Lockley, you have passed the first stage of consideration."

"Oh, oh, well thank you, Master." While your words are thankful, your mind is racing. What did he mean the first stage?"

"Now on to the second..." Reaching down, he unbuckled his belt and casually fished out his member. While only semi-hard, it was still quite sizeable. You jumped at the sight of his penis, quickly realizing what he intended. "Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to a test, shall we? Get on your knees..."

You were fully in panic mode by this point. This was hardly professional, and definitely not what you had signed up for! However, you really did need this job, and failure to comply would certainly mean a swift firing.