There was an executive position open at the company where Ivor Carrington was employed. Ivor was hoping for the promotion, but it was not yet determined. Another man, Jake Carter, was vying for the post.
Henry Grimes, the chairman of the board, asked both of the aspiring executives to come to the board room. They did so, glaring at each other, both competitive. They took their places at the big conference table, expecting Grimes to interview them and gauge their qualifications. Grimes, a steel-haired, iron-eyed businessman, stared at them silently for a while.
"The prime consideration for the position is that the man remain cool under fire," he grated. "You must show no hesitation at the bargaining table, no weakness. You must never reveal your emotions."
Ivor and Jake nodded.
"Your qualifications being equal, I shall promote the man who best maintains his cool – and I've arranged a little test for that."
He rang the intercom.
A moment later his wife came in. She was a strikingly beautiful redhead with big tits and a sensuous slash of a mouth. She was much younger than her spouse.
Ivor liked to look at her – but he did wonder why she should be involved.
Then he found out in no uncertain terms.
Hazel Grimes looked at her husband. He nodded at her. She smiled and crawled under the table.
Ivor gasped when he felt her open his fly. Then he remembered that this was a test and tried to compose his face and remain calm. It wasn't easy, as she drew his cock and balls out.
Then her hands left him.
Jake Carter gave a gulp and Ivor realized that his cock, too, was being produced.
Then the test began.
Hazel shifted back and forth, sucking on Ivor's cock, then on Jake's, alternating between them.
Both men struggled to keep poker-faced, not revealing which cock she was working on. Henry Grimes lighted a fat cigar and stared hard at them through the smoke, his eyes calculating and shrewd.
No one spoke.
The only sounds in the boardroom were the slurping of Mrs. Grimes' expert mouth as she sucked one, then the other.
Ivor knew damned well he could never manage to retain his composure when he started to shoot. Thank God he had pumped a lot of fuck-juice into his voluptuous wife that morning, he was thinking, Jake was a bachelor. Unless Jake had jerked off recently, Ivor was at an advantage.
Ivor felt some pre-cum dribble from his pisshole and seep onto her tongue. His eyes fluttered. He clenched his jaw and knotted his fists. How in hell could a guy look cool and calm and collected when he was spilling spunk out into his boss' wife's mouth?
She moved away again. He breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel Grimes staring at him with those hard eyes and he could feel his hard prick jumping violently.
He felt sure he was going to lose the promotion the very next time she took a slug on his cock.
But suddenly Jake gave a strangled cry and began to flop around like a fish out of water, landed on his own horny hook, gaffed through the groin.
"Argggghhhh!" he howled.
Grimes' eyes glinted like ice as he watched Jake expose his vulnerability.
But Jake, knowing he had failed the test, was thrashing away and gasping.
"Yeah – yeah? Suck it out of me, baby! Drink my spunk!"
Sputtering sounds came from under the polished table as Hazel gargled the goo. It seemed to last for a long time. Then Jake slumped back in his chair, sweating and moaning and breathing like a steam engine.
Grimes sneered.
"You are dismissed," he said coldly.
Jake sighed and left the table, tucking his cock back into his grey flannel trousers and looking unhappy – a creature hoisted by his own petard, unable to maintain his composure when he shot his wad.
He left the boardroom, a dejected man, and Grimes gave a nod to Ivor.
"The position shall be yours, Mr. Carrington," he said. "You showed remarkable restraint."
"Errrrr – thank you, sir," Ivor muttered.
Hazel's head emerged from under the table. Her eyes were bright and her lips were slimy.
She gestured at Ivor, inclining her head, jism running down her chin.
"Shall I finish him off, too, dear?" she asked.
Grimes looked at Ivor with his gimlet eyes.
"Well, Mr. Carrington?" he asked.
Ivor hesitated. Was he still being tested? Would he fail and be demoted on the spot if he emptied his cock and balls into that cocksucker's lovely mouth.
Yet to refuse might show timidity.
"Of course," he said.
Hazel gave a happy little squeal and ducked back under the table. Her gooey mouth engulfed his cock and she gulped right down to the root.
Ivor was determined. He stared back at his boss, his gaze level and cool. Her head went up and down as she slurped merrily away, doing this work for her husband, taking part in the company business in her own strange way. It was office work, to be sure. She was filing, his cock away in her mouth, taking dictation in his lap.
Ivor began to tremble.
His balls went off and his thick sap began to spray into her mouth. He whimpered, but softly. The last of his foaming fuck-juice splashed in her throat. She stayed on his prick, draining the dregs.
Ivor had managed not to howl or exclaim.
Grimes smiled at him – a rare smile from that stolid and stem executive.
"You did much better than Carter," he said. "His spunk tastes better, too, dear," his wife said from under the table.
And so was Ivor promoted on merit.