Late Night meeting with HR

For weeks, the office atmosphere had been shifting subtly around you. You noticed the male-to-female ratio steadily inverting, with male colleagues quietly transferred overseas while groups of young female professionals took their places. More than once, you caught yourself on the receiving end of lingering, undisguised stares from passing staff.

Waiting until the end of the workday, you walked down to HR, which was now staffed almost entirely by women. Behind the polished mahogany desk sat the new head of department, Yumi Nakamura—a statuesque, 5-foot-7 executive with wavy black hair, medium-tan olive skin, and a commanding, seductive presence, impeccably tailored in a sharp business suit.

"You want to know why you were passed up for promotion?" Yumi says, her voice smooth, professional, and strictly corporate. "The company has merged with a European conglomerate. They have very different, very 'efficient' standards for the corporate structure."

She slides a thick contract toward you. "We’re offering you a significant salary increase, but there’s a catch: no hope of promotion. We are offering almost the same package for all our male employees, and most of them have already signed it. The ones who refuse are either near retirement age or simply refuse our new corporate structure."

You look at the pay increase. So what if you would no longer move up the corporate ladder? Each year the pay increase is more than 7 percent, plus huge bonuses. You don't really care. You sign it.

The moment your pen lifts from the page, the office door clicks open. Paige, your new manager from England, steps inside, similarly dressed in a sharp, commanding business suit. Slightly taller than Yumi and possessing a similar mesomorphic build but with striking red hair and fair Caucasian skin, she catches the light as she enters with a knowing, possessive smirk.

Yumi immediately stands, and together she and Paige block off any path toward the door, forcing you up from your chair and pinning you firmly against the office wall with a woman on either side of you. You try to push back and resist, but their grip is unyielding—their strength far greater than you anticipated.

The heavy, intoxicating scent of their expensive perfume fills the air around you. Their hands slip beneath your clothes, fingers moving deliberately along your chest, exploring and appraising every inch of you.

Demeanor has changed entirely from corporate professionalism to predatory ownership. Yumi leans in close, trailing a fingernail down your jawline and gripping your tie. "I see you didn't read the fine print in the addendum, did you?" she purrs. "The company no longer recognizes 'sexual harassment' as a policy violation. In fact, we flag the most eligible bachelors—like yourself—for special attention. It’s just like the corporate world used to be, only the roles have switched."

You look at her. "Some men are a bit of a player, shy, or introverted, but have bodies that are fit."

Paige presses her weight against your side, keeping you completely boxed in against the wall. "You are correct," Paige chimes in, her voice low and demanding. "Some men need some improvement—either in their personality, getting in shape, or no longer playing with a small tool. Otherwise, they are sent off to specialized rehabilitation and retraining centers aimed at breaking down male-dominated personalities and sculpting them into obedient, studly male employees. We are keeping the best talent right here. Remaining men are evaluated and placed where they are best suited to service executives, upper management, and prominently female clients."

Yumi steps in closer, kneeling slightly and whispering in your ear, "You’re only getting this offer because you’re not bad looking, and we like to keep our new female staff... entertained. The older female staff who resisted have been removed from their positions; they were too weak, and we have an abundance of women waiting to take over their positions to fit our new female corporate image.

He says "Image?"

Paige says, "Let's just say, even if our strict company policies applied, they don't really matter. Basically, men employed by the company are allowed to be dated, and we're desperate to keep them here anyway."

Yumi acts as cold as ice as she rips my shirt off, "Let's just say, our corporate offices and main branch reside in places that lack men. Adding women into competition is a slight problem; of course, we do keep a few on each floor. I believe there's a gorgeous blonde on Paige's floor."

I can feel their manicured nails pinching my nipples as Paige smirks. "That little blonde on my floor needs an attitude adjustment," Paige purrs, "and she's getting it right now."

Of course, you do need some training—we are going to have weekly meetings with HR and be introduced to the female executive board nightly."

"Don't you agree, Paige?" Yumi asks, running a hand down your chest. "He’s going to be a very disciplined addition to your team, isn't he?"

"Oh, absolutely," Paige purrs from beside you, her hands continuing to map your physique through your shirt. "I’ve been waiting a long time to start his evaluation. He’s exactly the kind of 'shy' project I was looking for."