The screening is just beginning.

“Mmmmm” she purrs after swallowing the last drop. “You taste so good. I am so glad I am president this fall. I barely got to attend any auditions last year.”

You gulp and stare at her speechless in shock at what has just unfolded.

“Not bad,” she says. “You are holding up so far, but I don’t think you have any idea how taxing the soloist positions are in our choir. We need singers who can perform again and again, night after night.”

“What do you mean?” you blurt our stupidly.

“Shut up and take off all of your clothes.”

“Huh?” you ask, still in a daze from your climax just moments ago.

“Do as I say. Now,” she commands.