Meeting the CEO

Upon walking into the next room you notice how it looks like a very large room though it felt smaller because of the large white ‘miniature’ building inside it. It was bigger than any house you’d ever lived in and it fit into a single room, you knew you were going to be quarantined during the trial, but you had imagined a small bare-bones jail cell not a mansion that could easily house 20 people. The excited murmurs of your fellow trial members gets you to look at the people in the room.

You’re awestruck as you see the CEO of Atlust standing next to a man in a lab coat, why was the CEO here surely he had more important things to do. “Hello everyone, I’d introduce myself but I’m sure you know who I am” he begins, a few people titter at the quip, “you’re here for the trial, now can I firstly say thank you for coming defeating the common cold is something, I’ve always been passionate about and I’m so glad you all are as well.” You’re 90% sure no one here is actually here because of that, over the money but the way he said it really made you feel like you were doing something far greater than trying to dig yourself out of a hole, you stand up a little straighter. “so here’s how it’s going to go down, you’re going to be shown your room in our state of the art facility” he says pointing to the building next to him “it has almost everything you could want, unfortunately the pool isn’t that big but I’m sure you’ll manage”, Pff manage you were going to be living like a king for the next week and getting paid for it, if this is anything to go off of and all it costs was a little sniffle, hell yeah you had a good feeling about this.

“After you’re shown your rooms, Doctor Stevens or Doctor Stevens” he said gesturing to both the lab coat wearers “will inject you with our common cold cure mixture and after about 30 mins you should begin to feel it, don’t worry it’s completely harmless but unfortunately so not effective so it’s likely you’ll just catch a cold. So now that’s all out of the way is there any more questions?” Shit. You’d been so busy Eye-fucking Dr Stevens (the hot one) in the previous room you’d forgot to ask about when you were getting paid as you needed this money fast. Nervously you ask “Sorry, to ask this but how long after the trial will be paid?” You almost wince as you, think that the first words you said to one of the richest men alive was about when you’d be paid. Thankfully he replies in his typical upbeat tone that you’ve seen from interviews, “Haha, a man who knows the important questions, I like you, what’s your name” as he starts walking over to you. “Jack Smith” you stammer out as he walks over, showing the size disparity between you, you had seen the jokes about him being 5’4 and all that but seeing him in person really solidified it, you were 6 foot granted but that wasn’t like you were some kind of giant. He shakes your hand as you tower over him, “tell you what Jack I’ll make sure you get paid the second you finish the trial” he smiles at you, “T-thank you sir” you stammer again, I mean the guy was one of the richest and most influential people currently alive in the world, it was easy to feel intimidated even if he wasn’t. At least once your life was back on track you'd have a funny anecdote about when you met one of the richest men alive.

With that situation over you’re taken through the facility and shown your room, and WOW, it was easily the nicest looking bedroom you ever been in, a large double bed, nice wardrobes and doors and an en suite, you were scared of when the trial was over and you’d have to go to the shabby apartment you’re gonna book. Still they both beat being homeless, and with that in mind you check the drawers and find the clothes you had given to reception when you first came washed and ironed, thank god they hadn’t ‘lost your luggage’ so to speak. You grab some fresh clean clothes and place them on the bed, you then take of your current clothes, throw them down the laundry shoot and step into your en suite. You take a second to admire yourself in the full length mirror, you’d never been a stud or anything but you’d had your fair share of success with women back before you were homeless. Still it was kind of painful looking at yourself in the mirror, your formerly neat brown hair was a long matted mess now on your head, and you had a scraggy beard that certainly didn’t compliment you, your body, while still lean had lost a lot of muscle from sleeping rough. Fortunately being homeless didn’t affect your cock and while it had never been an insane 12 inch monster or anything you had 8 inches and you were damn proud of it, you had never had any complaints from women either. You take second to admire it and the heavy orbs beneath, you contemplate busting a nut quickly, however you remember that the cute brunette may be here soon so you decide to shower, shave and trim you hair as best you can.

After what was probably the best shower you’ve had in your life you spray some deodorant and look in the mirror again, while you weren’t looking the best you’ve ever looked, the difference was night and day. You start getting dressed as there’s a knock at your door.