Intern Meant Tramp

It was his first day on the job and Josh was struggling to adapt. He’d spent the first three hours of the day scanning through the giant syllabus and surfing the network of databases and GUIs that compromised the company’s content deployment system. It was a dizzying amount of information to take in and Josh quickly realized he was in over his head.

In truth, he’d exaggerated the knowledge and accomplishments on his resume more than a little. At this stage, Josh had no choice. He’d been looking for gainful employment for almost two years after college with only a handful of interviews to show for it; none of which panned out. In recent years it had become much more difficult to establish a career, particularly for young men. Women were ascending in every field; especially a certain kind of woman.

Vanessa, the head of IT, was one of those women. From time to time, Josh would look around the office and find her sparkling hazel eyes staring back. He often wondered if she’d already sussed out how completely out of his league Josh was. Yet each time that fear welled up, she would smile at him or give him a wink. It seemed the middle-aged brunette was as nice as she was pretty and well hung.

Her bulge displayed prominently in the front of her form-fitting dress. Vanessa obviously wasn’t shy about her transformation. As more women sought Athena Corp’s surgical enhancements, they were increasingly loud and proud with their new endowments. Their numbers were multiplying since the FEALTY Act (Female Enhancement And Life Transformation Yearning.) Women with cocks were everywhere now. That’s just how the world was. So much had changed in recent years and Josh privately wondered if he would know any normal women for much longer.

Normal women. Natural women. Those were terms you never spoke out loud. Not if you valued your reputation, freedom or the chance to have anything resembling a life. Dickgirls, Newhalves, Futanari, Third G, Female+ ... You were never quite sure how to refer to them. The terminology evolved constantly and nothing would save you if you used the wrong one at the wrong time. Personally, Josh was happy to call them whatever they liked. His acceptance of the latest sexual revolution had grown with time.

This small insurance company had granted Josh an internship. The IT department was tiny. Vanessa was the only member of until recently. Now he’d been brought in to assist her. A recommendation from Josh’s aunt had got his foot in the door. She’d given it only after he assured her he was taking Athena Corp’s male wellness supplement on a daily basis. Doing so was a condition for employment at an ever-growing number of companies.

Josh had resisted that condition for a long time, but recently, his desperation to find work forced him to relent. He’d taken the pills for several weeks and would be for the foreseeable future. A urine test that failed to show its presence was grounds for immediate termination.

It was an odd thing, but every time he looked at Vanessa, he couldn’t help but scan the thick, sausage-like outline in her tight, red dress. It had never occurred to him before, but he found it pleasing to the eye. Magnetic, in a way. Her curves were wonderful as well, but it wasn’t until recently that he’d found the addition of a cock so intriguing. When had that happened? Was he still discovering his sexual identity? Or were other forces at work?

As more men fell captive to Futa charms, many blamed the sudden shift in sexual proclivities on Athena Corp’s multitude of drugs and consumer products. Those people were immediately dismissed as conspiracy theorists and Futa-phobes by the media and culture at large. Josh certainly wasn’t going to go there. As a matter of fact, he found himself agreeing with the Futa more as time went on. After all, what was wrong with a sexy woman with a big, fat, juicy--

“Hey!”

Joshua jumped in his chair and turned to find Vanessa standing right next to him. Her bulge was inches from his face. The curvy Operations Manager looked down at him with a haughty gaze and sinister grin.

“H-hi!” he responded when his nerves recovered, trying not to sound like a scared dork.

“Haha! Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay! I was just really focused on ... all of this” he said, pointing at the array of monitors. He was still trying to figure out what most of the variables represented.

“Relax. I know it’s a lot to take in. You’re not going to understand the full scope of your job until the end of the day. Maybe the end of the week.”

Josh breathed a sigh of relief. Vanessa looked like she could be the devil on your shoulder, but she acted more like the angel.

“Besides, you have something more important to do right now. I just got a call from Nadia. She’s ready to meet her new employee.”

The President and CEO! Nadia Williams. Josh had seen the name on her door, but hadn’t caught a glimpse of her yet.

“Right now?”

“Yup. She wants you in her office and as luck would have it, she’s having some computer issues. This is the perfect chance for you to make a good first impression!”

Josh stood and nodded to Vanessa. “On my way.”

He headed for the hallway, but was stopped in his tracks.

“Hey Josh!”

He turned to face Vanessa, her arms now folded under her breasts.

“Don’t come back until Nadia is thoroughly satisfied.”

He stood there for a moment with a puzzled look on his face. “Right! Of course!”

He strode off and Vanessa chuckled under her breath.

What an innocent, oblivious young fool. At least he was handsome.

Ms. William’s door was ajar as Josh approached it. He knocked anyway, not wanting to be impolite.

“Come in!” he heard a sultry voice call from inside.

He opened the door the rest of the way and walked into the President’s lair. It was a typical office for the executive of a small company. A desk, bookshelves, a couple plants. Art, credentials and various accolades lined the walls.

Nadia was standing near the large window at the back and drinking deeply of her Venti citrus green tea. Her midnight black hair trailed behind her in a neat pony tail. She wore a red bead necklace, a flowing, silky white dress shirt and a clingy skirt that matched her dark locks. It was all pretty standard office attire aside from the mesh stockings that climbed up to mid-thigh and the garters that flowed under her skirt. Her patent leather short-boots tied everything together nicely.

Josh could hardly believe it. The president of the company was a knock-out.

‘Don’t start! You just got this gig! Do NOT ogle the boss at your first meeting!’

She turned and set her drink on a nearby table. Nadia scanned him quickly and smiled. “Hello. You must be Joshua?”

Josh offered a slight bow. “Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Williams.”

As he raised his head, his eyes were transfixed. It didn’t stick out as prominently as Vanessa’s weighty package, but sure enough, he could see the outline of a bulge in her skirt. His heartbeat spiked. It was hard enough meeting an executive for the first time. Even harder when she had legs to die for; highlighted so provocatively. It seemed she was also the beneficiary of the latest in Athena Corp bio-technology. Josh swallowed.

“I said come in, not stand at the door” Nadia said with a smirk. She held out her open hand. “I won’t bite, I promise.”

Josh proceeded in, mentally kicking himself for standing there like an idiot. He took her hand and shook it gently. Her perfume wafted over him, putting his nerves at ease. She was almost as tall as Josh in the short heels of her boots. He moved to release her hand but she hung on stubbornly.

“Mmmmm, soft hands. Very nice” she said, placing her other hand over his and rubbing it gently. “Do you moisturize?”

“Uh ... no. I’ve never needed to.”

“Pfffft, that figures” she replied, releasing him. “I bet you have no idea what some people go through to maintain good skin.”

“Aha ... Yeah, sorry, I don’t know anything about that.”

“That’s fine” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “That’s not what you’re here for.”

“Right. Vanessa said you were having some technical issues?”

“Yes, it’s the strangest thing. Suddenly, my computer won’t turn on at all.”

“Nothing happens when you hit the power button?”

“Not a thing.”

“That sounds like a hardware issue. Can I take a look?”

Nadia crossed to her desk and pulled the large, rolling leather chair out of the way. “Please do.”

As Josh hunkered down and crawled under the desk, Nadia walked the short distance to the door. She closed and locked it quietly before making her way back.

“Ummm, it looks like someone turned off the power strip!” Josh called from below. “And all the power cords have been pulled.”

“Huh...” Nadia said as she took her seat in the luxurious leather chair. “I wonder how that could’ve happened?”

“I don’t know, maybe your cleaning lady?”

“Cleaning boy” Nadia corrected as she hiked her skirt up and reached for her lacy underwear. She pulled it aside and her flaccid eight-incher was set free. The horny Futa began stroking it immediately.

“No problem, I’ll have it fixed in no time!” he said from the darkness, his ass sticking straight out at the seated CEO.

Nadia let out a low moan that Josh couldn’t hear as he wrestled with the cords in the confined space. Her fleshy unit grew quickly as she stroked it up and down. Nadia’s other hand groped her breasts through the soft, silky top.

After a few minutes of fighting with the cords and re-aligning them properly, Josh switched the strip back on. He backed out from the desk slowly, turned and--

“WHOA!!!”

The word came out reflexively. His gorgeous boss was sliding her hand up and down her massive erection. Her eyes, once closed in passionate concentration, now opened. She looked down at him with a dreamy expression. She was clearly lost in a haze of lust, stroking herself with great urgency as her shaft twitched and grew. She spoke to him through ragged, needy breaths.