Intern

You are a recent college graduate starting your first day as an intern for the station's high-profile morning show. You didn’t get this job through standard applications, nor did it have anything to do with your grades or work ethic. Your hiring was entirely the doing of the show's powerhouse executive producer, Natalia Rossi. You had caught her eye after stepping up to protect a girl from trouble on campus—an act of pure bravery, even though you were obviously the weaker guy in the confrontation. Natalia was captivated by your protective instinct, and decided you were exactly the kind of target she wanted at the station.

You arrive about ten minutes early to meet her and go over the ground rules. Natalia is a striking brunette with dark, flowing hair, a tall, busty build, and a proud Italian heritage. She has a massive reputation in the industry, and the rumors around the office are unanimous: she is a demanding, ruthless boss.

When you walk into her office, she looks you up and down with an unreadable expression and flatly commands, "Sit down."As you take a seat, she steps up behind your chair and begins firmly rubbing your shoulders. "Do you know why you were really hired?" she asks, her voice dropping to a low purr.

She gives a slight, deliberate pause, her fingers tracing a path up to the collar of your shirt. "Clue: it wasn't your resume." Her hands reach forward, gently tilting your face upward by the frame of your thick glasses. Her eyes lock onto the tender, fading bruise on your cheek—the one you've been incredibly self-conscious about all morning. She runs a single thumb lightly over the mark, watching you wince slightly.

"Look at you," she teases, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "You played the brave little savior out there, but you're the one who clearly needs protection. You're fragile." She leans down, cornering you completely against the back of the chair, loving the fact that she knows the real reason you're here while you sit there completely exposed. "Your obedience is what matters now, and you are going to perform exactly the way we tell you to during the day."

Stunned, you look past her through the glass window and notice that the entire floor is completely devoid of men, save for a single IT guy working on a computer terminal while being openly felt up by two aggressive redheads.

Natalia leans down further, her breath warm against your ear. "During the day, the station owns you. But at night, things get a little more personal. You're going to be taking care of me and my roommate, who happens to be my on-air co-host." She points toward a photograph on her desk showing a gorgeous woman with perfectly sculpted, elegant features and piercing eyes, though there's an undeniable air of intense neediness radiating from her posture.

Right on cue, the blonde co-manager walks into the office, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Is the new piece of meat ready for the test, Natalia?"

Natalia straightens up instantly, casting a sharp look at her colleague. "Don't call me that unless we're completely alone." Turning back to you, she smiles. "But yes. It's time for your test.""Test?" you swallow hard, adjusting your glasses with a trembling hand.

The blonde steps closer and slides into the seat right next to you. Before you can react, she moves her hands downward, openly groping your crotch. "You have to prove right now that you can handle your duties," she says, her voice dripping with amusement as you tense up beneath her touch. "Natalia loves giving choices to her favorite projects. So, what's it going to be for your first official assignment? Do you want to take the tightly packed shuttle bus down to the studio with a ravenous group of female interns, or do you want to wait for a private ride from our needy co-host?"

To your immense relief, the morning show broadcast goes off completely without a hitch. You focus entirely on your tasks, smoothly navigating your first round of studio duties well enough to escape any immediate complications or errors under pressure.

But the reprieve is short-lived. As the cameras stop rolling and the studio lights go down, Lisa suddenly looks down as her phone vibrates. She answers it quickly, her expression tightening into a serious look. Hanging up, she turns to Natalia. "We have a meeting right now with one of the general managers."

Just then, a lively group of female interns walks into the studio area, giggling and looking straight at you.

Lisa spots them and smiles wickedly, waving them over. "Perfect timing, girls," Lisa says, gesturing toward you. "Keep him busy for us while we're tied up in management. Take him down to the cafeteria, and we will pick him up there when we're finished."

The interns instantly surround you, their eyes locking onto you with intense curiosity as Natalia and Lisa walk away. With no other choice, you are escorted out of the studio. Instead of heading toward the main cafeteria, the group guides you down a quieter, less-frequented corridor lined with private offices. As you walk, you can hear muffled, unmistakable sexual noises echoing from behind several of the closed doors, each one marked with a laminated "Occupied" sign hanging over the handle.

The interns whisper and giggle, checking the handles as they lead you along, hunting for an available room. Finally, they find an empty office that doesn't have a sign up yet. They push you inside and quickly close the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the hallway.

Before you can even adjust to the dim lighting of the room, a bold redhead steps directly into your personal space, trapping you against the desk. Your jaw drops slightly as you recognize her face—she is one of the girls you used to tutor back at UCLA.

She gives you a wicked smile, completely aware of the irony. "Well, well. Look who the tables have turned on, tutor," she murmurs. Reaching up, she smoothly slips your thick glasses right off your face, leaving your vision completely blurred as the rest of the girls close in.