After several minutes, the elevator doors began to slide open. You were about to enter when a stern, older voice called out.
"Wait."
Inside stood a rotund, wrinkled African American man in a 50s' style business suit, with a smooth bald head and a pair of sleek dark eyeglasses across the bridge of his nose. He didn't even bother looking up from the report he was looking over; his eyes were nearly closed and the slight sounds of quiet mutterings could be heard from his lips. But that wasn't what you were staring out. Because right in front of him was an Asian woman in her early 30s on her knees, dressed in a blouse, long skirt, stockings, and heeled shoes straight out of the Stepford Wives catalog. Her dark hair was neatly tied up in a bun, and both her hands were holding and stroking the long thirteen-inch cock poking out of the man's open zipper.
"Very good, Ms. Watanabe. Now, squeeze Mr. Dubois' testicles and clean his cock properly. Mr. Dubois, any issue with her performance?"
"No, Ms. Yamada. But please tell her to finish. I'm running late for my Marketing meeting."
The taller Asian woman standing over Ms. Watanabe pushed her own glasses higher up on her face. She was dressed in the same clothes, only hers were in more muted colors. Her own hair was shoulder length, the color of fine silver, and adorned with a sleek set of bangs over her forehead. The heavyset jowls under her chin indicated that she was much older, but you couldn't guess.
"Ms. Watanabe, we'll have to complete your evaluation tomorrow. Finish him off."
Ms. Watanabe shoved the whole length of Mr. Dubois's penis down her throat and sucked it until he grunted loudly and shoved her off with his hands.
"Ms. Watanabe, my pill!"
You didn't see where from, but Ms. Watanabe suddenly had a little white pill in her hand. She quickly put it into his mouth.
Mr. Dubois had been furiously jacking himself off, but his cock instantly shrunk and became flaccid so Ms. Watanabe could neatly put it back inside his pants. He smiled and put his report in her hands.
"Well done, Ms. Watanabe. Not a drop of my sperm was spilled. You may return to your station and enjoy this."
He placed a loose cigarette behind her ear and exited the elevator, again not even bothering to acknowledge your presence.
Ms. Yamada glared at you.
"Get in!"
You entered as Ms. Yamada took a gold lighter out from seemingly nowhere and lit Ms. Watanabe's cigarette for her. She turned away and began to puff on it. Putting the lighter away in the same mysterious manner, she asked to see your resume.
"Ah, you are here for a placement in our secretarial pool. Welcome. I am Yukio Yamada, senior director of Change-Insurance Department of Human Resources. Do you want the job?"
You seemed shocked that the job would be offered so quickly. Ms. Yamada hadn't known you for more than two minutes.
"If you are confused, then listen. Change-Insurance has very simple rules for employees. You work hard, do your assigned tasks, and submit to the wishes of senior employees when asked to do so. Nothing else. Do you accept?"