Wait quietly where indicated.

Amber's various warnings were fresh in my mind as I looked from the secretary--whose name, printed on her red collar, turned out to be Ruby--to the now-executive Scott Jacobs. I'd seen enough in the hallway to be serious about this orientation thing. I didn't know what it was but I knew I didn't want to fail.

Ruby was no help whatsoever. She just watched me with mild amusement.

I made up my mind to wait, quietly, where Ruby had pointed. She was standing, so I stood. When this development seemed to please Ruby, I lowered myself to my knees. She glared at me but I didn't care. Kneeling was more comfortable than standing in those heels, anyway.

I knelt and watched Scott work at his desk. He seemed so different from the man I knew. He had an air of comfortable authority about him now. A casual kind of confidence and power that, admittedly, made him more attractive.

Minutes ticked by and I grew bored. My attention wandered the room until I remembered the wide assortment of bondage furniture, dildos, restraints, whips, and other toys and tools that took up much of the office space.

I stared at them in turn, my mind supplying vivid images of myself trapped in, or bound on, or otherwise secured to each of them. I imagined the various humiliating and degrading things that might be done to me with such a collection. I realized there was a definite chance I wasn't leaving this room without at least some of it happening to me for real. An unwelcome sort of excitement spread through me at that thought. I flushed and turned my attention back to Scott.

He was looking at me. I met his piercing dark eyes and felt as though he could see into my mind. That he could read the arousal written on my dirty thoughts. I felt ashamed but I couldn't look away. I felt pinned to the floor by his eyes as if he searched my entire soul, learning everything he could ever want to know about me. I tried to tell myself it was all in my head, that I was just getting overly worked up. He couldn't know how badly I wanted to...

"Come." He said simply, his voice calm and firm.

My breath caught in my throat before realizing he meant me to actually move towards him. My panties were definitely wet by now and I didn't trust my legs to carry me steadily, so I made the safe bet and crawled towards him on hands and knees.

He watched without expression as I crawled all the way around the desk and knelt again just a few inches from his feet. I avoided further eye contact, feeling acutely aware of my situation, as well as Ruby's judgemental eyes on me.

He didn't say anything to me. He just unbuttoned his pants and drew out his half-erect manhood. It popped out of his slacks right in front of my face. Amber had told me this would happen but I still want prepared for it in reality.

I stared at it. It was perhaps a little above average, nice looking, circumcised cock. Nothing I hadn't seen before or couldn't handle. But this was different. This time, I wasn't having fun with a guy of my choosing. We weren't fooling around. There was no exciting promise of getting anything for my efforts.

No, this was a simple demand from a position of absolute authority. Like a king forcing his subjects to kiss some ring. My stomach churned as I considered my very limited options. I raised my eyes to Scott's, hoping to find a shred of compassion, sympathy, or kindness. There was none. Only hard scrutiny. I would have settled for some humanity at that moment.

My eyes return to his member and I know I am taking too long to respond. All I want is to move on to orientation and get my stupid white collar, why does it need to be so complicated?