I. Rebecca Meets the President of the Howser Foundation
Rebecca was reviewing the day's events as she nursed a large glass of pinot noir. The day started simply enough, tagging along with her friend Betty who had a meeting at the Howser Foundation. Betty was presenting a grant application she'd submitted several weeks prior. Rebecca was so impressed with Betty and her ability to create a consulting firm focused on the support of victims of natural disasters. Unfortunately, Louisiana had its fair-share of natural disasters lately, mostly in the form of hurricanes. Betty's firm had been able to support the rebuilding of houses, as well as furnishing food, water, furniture, and clothing, but was desperately in need of more funding. Rebecca was happy to work with Betty on her presentation as a mock audience and accompanying her to the presentation, for moral support.
Rebecca shook her head, acknowledging the fact that she had no idea what, in the end, her loyalty and moral support for Betty was going to entail. While sitting in the hallway waiting for Betty to finish her presentation, she was approached first by one man, and later two more, offering her the opportunity to help Betty obtain the grant--all she had to do was get naked and have sex with them. While Rebecca had told Betty that she would do whatever she could to help her, that wasn't quite what she meant. That said, she wanted to help Betty and the men who had approached her indicated they were in charge of the funding; so, she soon found herself the center of their sexual attention.
In the midst of being taken by the men, she was joined by Margaret, the VP of Sales at Howser. As it turns out, Margaret had a sexuality similar to hers, voracious. Margaret joined her in satisfying the men. In the end, Margaret was impressed by both her social and sexual skills, offering her a job she wasn't sure she could turn down, an Assistant Director position involving project management at a salary significantly higher than what she was currently making at the school.
The catch was that she would not only become an assistant director, she would also become a Queen of the Foundation. There were already three Queens and one Queen in training. She knew that Queens made themselves sexually available to the men and, sometimes the women, of the Foundation, especially for blowjobs, it seemed, although that wasn't exactly clear, yet.
She would learn more tomorrow as she agreed to go back to the Foundation for a formal interview with Margaret and to meet the President of the Foundation. As if Margaret was reading her mind, Rebecca's phone chirped, and she found that Margaret had texted her a few pictures of her getting fucked by the men during her support visit with Betty.
"You're a natural," texted Margaret. "I look forward to working with you."
Rebecca's pussy twitched. She was certain that tomorrow's interview would entail more than just her basic social skills. In the morning, she dressed in a purple, low-cut V-neck top with a camisole underneath to reduce the amount of cleavage, and a black skirt.
"It's so good to see you again," said Margaret giving her a big hug, "and don't you look delicious."
Rebecca felt herself blushing just a bit. She wanted to look delicious, but not cheap, and she knew it was a fine line.
"I have to say," said Rebecca, "it's a bit weird to be here again. In most cases, yesterday's performance would not have led to a follow up interview, but here I am."
"Rebecca, you are right where you should be. Over the years you have developed certain skills that make you a perfect fit for this position. It's clear that you are honest and loyal, that you are a hard worker with great social skills, and that you love sex and have become comfortable with your sexuality. That is a rare combination these days."
Rebecca felt that what Margaret said was true, she just didn't know that those skills would make her marketable. She listened as Margaret explained the nature of the Assistant Director position: running larger projects, completing smaller projects, and serving as Margaret's "right-hand man." Working at this level in an organization would certainly be different for her, but she felt like she could handle the work.
"And," said Margaret, "as you know, part of this position will be fulfilling the obligations of a Queen of the Foundation. There are currently three Queens: Melissa, an outside consultant who works here three days a week; Alice, a sales accountant on the third floor; and myself, as well as Destiny, who is, I guess you could say, in training. The duties of a Queen really depend on the Queen herself. The main duty is that she is always available for men, unless they are in a meeting that they simply can't leave. Someone knocks on your door. You're available. Someone texts you for a quickie. You're available. Someone stops you in the hallway. You're available. Now, what a Queen is available for, depends on them. Melissa, like you and I, is pretty much up for anything, except anal. Alice is strictly blowjobs, but she's energetic, and like you has big boobs. Destiny likes everything, but she's not quite always available--she's a bit moody. Catch her on a good day and she's 100% a man pleaser, but catch her on a bad day and you're likely to get an earful of expletives. I do think she's coming around, though, so I have hope."
Rebecca was big on hope. "I think I have what it takes to do the job, both the project management and the Queening. I'm sure I'll need some time to get up to speed on both aspects."
Rebecca was relieved when Margaret assured her that she would have time to find her footing with the projects. She wanted to be successful.
"For now," said Margaret, "it's time for my 10 am Wednesday meeting with the President. He knows you're coming and that I've offered you the position, both positions. He's a wonderful President, a good man, and has a big dick." Margaret laughed. "On most Wednesdays, I give him an update of my progress across various projects and then some special services, consisting mostly of a good, long suck, unless he's in the mood to fuck. It's a win-win."
That certainly sounded like a win-win to Rebecca. She'd had a couple of set weekly meetings like that over the last couple of years and always looked forward to them.
"For today," said Margaret, "just go with it. I'm not sure what he'll want. That said, if I were a betting woman, I'd say he'd want you to suck his dick."
"That would be great," said Rebecca. "I'd be happy to, or 'I'm available.'" She wanted to get the verbiage correct. "I definitely want to make a good first impression."
"In that case, lose the camisole. The President likes big tits."
Rebecca removed her camisole and adjusted her tits to give herself more cleavage.
"Very nice," said Margaret. "He'll like the view. His office is up on the fifth floor, the Houser foundation occupies the top three floors of the building."
As they entered the President's suite, the office manager waved them through.
"I don't think she likes me," said Margaret. "I don't think she approves of my weekly progress reports."
"Sounds like a personal problem," said Rebecca.
"You got that right."
Upon entering the President's office, Rebecca was impressed. It wasn't a single room, but three. An outside room with a large meeting table, as well as a few cushy armchairs; a second room, the actual office, adorned in dark wood and containing a large desk, bookshelves, and several more armchairs; and a third room, that looked to be a bathroom.
"Hello, I'm Connor Rotter, President of the Howser Foundation, but please call me Connor. This is Michael Daston, VP of Marketing."
Rebecca greeted them both, shaking their hands with her firm professional grip. Connor was tall and thin, wearing a suit, minus the suit jacket, rolled up sleeves, and a dark blue tie--professional, but casual. His smile was disarming and his demeanor delightful. It was not hard to like him immediately. Michael was likewise likable, but had a more rough and rugged exterior. His hair was less kempt, he was sporting a fashionable three-day scruff, and his muscular build was evident underneath his suit.
"Margaret has told me about your loyalty and support for your friend Betty," said Connor. "I'm glad we can support her endeavors. It seems like she's doing a world of good."
Rebecca looked at Margaret as she hadn't heard yet that Betty had been funded. "I'm so glad that you can help support her," said Rebecca. "She's really working hard." Margaret was wearing a Cheshire grin. She knew already.
"She also told me you'd be willing to help out in other ways as well."
Rebecca knew what he meant. "Definitely. Margaret and I share certain... inclinations or weaknesses, if you will, in that area."
"So, you know what our Wednesday meeting's all about?"
"I do. She briefed me, so to speak."
