The Dream Job

“Good morning Mr. Lantern.” The woman behind the desk greeted me as I entered her office. I was absolutely stunned by her beauty. She had long, blonde hair done into a tight ponytail, bright green eyes, and not to mention enormous breasts. I felt no shame in noticing them, as she was making no effort to conceal them, or at least the massive line of cleavage they created. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with a black suit-jacket on top, and she seemed to keep enough buttons undone that her cleavage was perfectly visible. She was a very intimidating presence in the room, and knew how to use her make-up and accessories to emphasize this quality. Blood-red lipstick along with square, black-rimmed glasses; dark makeup around her eyes to bring out their vibrant color; and various golden jewelry to make her position clear. The only quality about her that would traditionally lessen her beauty was a long, thick scar that ran over her right eye and down her right cheek, but its presence only seemed to fuel her aura of intimidation, which, for me at least, also made her more attractive.

“Call me Jack,” I smiled and held out my hand for her to shake.

“I am Cassandra Black,” she shook it with a firm grip, maintaining eye-contact.

“This is a very impressive house you have,” I said, trying to get off on the right foot. To call it a house was underselling it however, it was definitely a mansion.

“Thank you kindly, I worked hard for it. Have a seat at the couch over there, I will be with you shortly,” she nodded to a pair of couches at the corner of the room. I felt inclined to ask which one, but then realized it was only because of how intimidated I was by her presence. She didn’t specify, and she seemed like the kind of person who would make their preference known if they had one. This job was too important, I didn’t want to seem like I was too much of a brown-nose.

I ran across the ad for this job in the local newspaper, it was offering a hefty, six-figure salary and required virtually no experience. I had recently lost my job, so I was . The ad itself didn’t say what kind of work it was, it only said that the job description would be given during the interview. It seemed a little too good to be true and slightly shady, but I decided it was at least worth looking at. I didn’t have a whole lot of other options being just a high-school graduate. I was a bit too short and scrawny to do manual labor, and I wasn’t very interested in that line of work anyway.

After having been seated for a few minutes as the woman read something on her computer monitor, she finally stood up.

“Jack, this interview is going to be a bit strange for you. It’s not going to go the way you’re used to.” I hadn’t realized until she stood up, but she was very tall, more than six feet, and she was wearing heels on top of that. I could also see that she had very nice hips and legs now, the professional slacks she was wearing over them did little to hide their curves. She made her way over to the couch opposite me, “You see, I already know you’re qualified for this job. Let’s briefly go over some of your qualifications. You’re , single, low on cash, with no family that live locally, and you’ve been struggling to keep your eyes away from my chest this whole time,” she said these things matter-of-factly, as if she were reading a textbook or reciting official documents.

“H-how do you know all that?” I asked nervously.

“I like to research my potential hires. It’s important to know everything I can about them given the kind of work they’ll be doing.”

“And what kind of work is that?”

“You’ve finally stumbled upon the right question. When I said this interview was unusual, I meant it. I won’t be interviewing you, Jack, you’ll be interviewing me. You already have the job. The question is, do you want it?” She finally sat down on the couch, crossing her long legs as she did, “What do you know about the succubi?”

“I honestly don’t know much. I just know that they’re very rare, and are a sister species to humans. I know they can live for a long time but they need to eat… life essence? I kinda just realized that I’m not sure what that means exactly. But I do know they aren’t dangerous, they’ve been living with humans for thousands of years peacefully, albeit secretly until recently.” That was just about the extent of my knowledge on the subject. They were so uncommon and looked so much like typical, albeit beautiful, humans that most people could live their entire lives without even knowing they’d met one.

“I appreciate your honesty, and I’m glad you recognize that we aren’t a threat to you. We may seem to be peacefully coexisting with humans but there is still a great degree of discrimination against our kind.” It was in that moment that the gears clicked into place for me, she was a succubus, which explained a lot.

“Honestly I’d love to know more about them. I assume it will be relevant to my work,” I said.

She nodded, “For starters, all succubi are female, and we are actually incapable of reproducing on our own. We require the DNA of humans in order to create more offspring. To make matters worse for our general population, we can only have children once every century or so.”

“How long do succubi normally live for?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“Actually, that’s where you come in. For ages humanity has caught glimpses of what we are and assumed the worst. They labeled us demons, vampires, witches…” she paused and lightly scratched at her scar, “… and so on because of our unusual properties. For thousands of years we have only been trying to survive as best we could in spite of our numbers and our unfortunate fertility cycle. Thankfully, we are not just capable of living a long time, but indefinitely. This helps balance out our reproductive cycle. In order to take advantage of this, we must consume life essence and as long as we continue to do so we can, in theory, live forever without dying of age.”

That was a pretty interesting revelation, though I had to wonder what she meant by “life essence”. The fact that I didn’t know made me nervous.

“When humans became aware of that, they assumed it was their very lives we consumed; that we seduced humans and then killed them, consuming their soul to feed our own. This is not the case. In fact, ‘life essence’ literally just means a life-giving substance.”

“Like blood?” I remembered that she mentioned vampires.

“Or…” Cassandra’s gaze lowered to my crotch.

Oh! Ohhhhhhh…

“Most of us prefer that fluid over blood, though legends of vampires exist for a reason.”

“Wait, so in order to live forever you just need to consume, uh, sperm?”

“Correct.”

“How much do you need to consume?”

“Not very much, just a small amount every year. However, to us, it is far more satisfying and nutritious than regular food, so some of us forgo eating typical food entirely and simply choose to drink semen. It is also a biological imperative to us, given that it’s a survival mechanism, so most of us can’t help but accept any kind offer we can get.”

The gears in my head were beginning to turn, the puzzle was falling into place. “Wait, so the job you’re offering me is to... be your food supply?”

For the first time since the interview started, Cassandra let a little smile tease the corner of her blood-red lips, “Correct. You, of course, will be compensated for your continual contribution in terms of pay, benefits, and boarding.”

“Boarding?”

“Of course. You must be readily available to supply food at any time. This won’t work if you’re gone most of the day. Aside from simply supplying your sperm whenever it’s asked of you, you have no other vocational obligations. You are free to relax and take advantage of whatever recreational activities the mansion has to offer. You will be afforded vacation days periodically and time off can be arranged if needed. I do not wish to keep you prisoner here. Are there any other questions?”

“I hesitate to ask this, but when you say ‘supplying’, do you mean like one would at a sperm bank or…?”

“If you wish. A more hands-on approach is also an option; frankly, it would be preferred.” In essence she was saying that I could have sex with this gorgeous woman every day as a job.

“I just have two more questions that are kind of important. Why me, and why now?”

“I should think the answer to ‘why you’ is obvious at this point, I just offered to do any kind of sexual favor for you in order to drink your sperm. Clearly, I find you attractive. I also happen to know that you masturbate very very frequently, which means you’ll be a good supply.”

“H-how did you know that?” I had a mix of emotions, on the one hand I was happy to know that she found me attractive, but I was also embarrassed that she knew so much about my alone time. I did have an unusually high libido, and my doctor had always said it was the result of a hormone imbalance.

“Call it a succubus’ intuition. Being able to tell how good someone is at being a food supply is a necessary part of our survival. My instincts tell me you’ll be a great supply.” She was making no effort to be sexual when she said these things, but for some reason that only made them even more sexy. “As for the 'why now' of your question, the answer is quite simple actually. My previous food supply got married.”

That seemed like a pretty good reason to stop working as someone’s personal sperm-faucet.

“In addition, as you know, the existence of succubi was revealed to the world just five years ago. Since the previous supply was working here already at that time and was never officially an employee, you’re technically my first hire. Congratulations.”

“Well I certainly do feel special,” and there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “I think you may just have yourself a deal, Ms. Black.”

“Cassandra is fine, and before we make it official, I’d like to see if my intuition is still sharp after so many years. I would invite you over to this couch with me, but my intuition also tells me I don’t have to,” she was actually grinning now, and her voice had a hint of sultriness to it.