The man works in the same company, but in a different department.

I try to avoid looking up, for my eyes will certainly fall on the face of a man that is not really a co-worker, though I see him from time to time during my shift at my day job. Victor is the head of maintenance and upon first meeting him, he was quite intimidating. He stood a good six inches taller than the six-foot stature of my male body. My impression of him made me feel like if I did something wrong, he'd be quick to point it out and rebuke me. As Charlene, he towered over me, making me feel all the more emasculated.

He doesn't know I'm Charles while I'm in this weaker body. All he knows is that I'm a young woman who was looking to get paid for giving him a blowjob. The odds that my client for this session was him! Even though it feels like I'm not going to enjoy my time with him, I don't want him to be disappointed in my services. Even though I could taste and smell the sweat and musk of a hard day's work, I try to push past the gross and disgusting qualities and work to make him feel good.

Victor at least is kind enough to simply relax and recline in his sofa while I suck him all the way to an orgasm. He doesn't seem to mind that I am sloppily releasing the mixture of my saliva and his sharp scent down my chin and onto my bare chest. I lick him in the places where I've found is the most sensitive, but surprisingly, I fail to get even just a mild reaction from him. He is stoic like he is at work, having little to say to me. He does speak to the ladies in my department, who are all lunch people, but I figure they have built a rapport over time. Me, I'm still the new guy at my job.

I'm committed to getting him off and my oral service does not slow down nor does it intensify. There is no sign that he is getting close to a climax. It's only when he suddenly grabs a chuck of my hair and presses my head down on his cock, keeping my throat near the tip of his dick as he groans from his orgasm. Hot, creamy goo shoots into my mouth, half of which goes straight down my throat and I'm **** to swallow it. Fortunately, the taste of his cum isn't as bad as the sweat around his genitals. My mouth dismounts and as a show of a job well done, I reveal that I've swallowed the rest of his spunk.

He gives me the same stoic expression and I'm clueless as to what he's feeling. Is he relieved and glad of my services? Or is he disappointed in my performance? Another thought in the back of my mind wonders if he wants me to do more, which may cut into the time I have left as Charlene.