Cody's New Gig Ch. 01-02

Chapter 1: The Interview

Cody Fisher sat alone at the bar when the woman first approached him. She ordered a manhattan.

"So, why's a cute boy like you drinking alone?" The woman asked, not looking at Cody but clearly addressing him.

Cody couldn't help but turn to meet her gaze - her dark olive eyes were impenetrable, set against cool porcelain skin and a cascade of auburn hair. Cody, 24 at the time, guessed the woman to be at least in her late 30s if not older. In short - not the kind of woman he was used to meeting at a dive bar on a weekday. She was wearing a simple white top, unbuttoned at the top but not enough to be revealing, and a slim black skirt. Cody couldn't see her shoes, but she struck him as the kind of woman who wasn't ever not wearing heels. She was-

"I'm sorry, are you going to keep ogling me or are you going to answer my question?" Her voice was a bit firmer this time, but it wrapped Cody like a blanket.

"I'm- I just come here to read sometimes."

"But you don't have a book."

"Oh. Right, well, I guess I just needed to get out."

She didn't reply, but instead took a sip of her drink. A small imprint of lipstick was left on the glass, and Cody now saw her impeccable manicure.

"You don't strike me as the kind of woman who would come to a bar like this."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well - you're wearing more than a crop top and a pair of jeans, for one."

"Drinking is drinking. I try to not limit myself to one kind of place, any more than I'd limit myself to one kind of cocktail." She takes another drink of her manhattan. "I'm Lisa, by the way."

"Lisa. I'm Cody."

"You're a sweet boy, Cody. My drink is about empty, can I buy you one while I'm at it?"

Cody felt more and more confused. Who is this woman? Why is she so clearly flirting with me, of all people? She looks like she belongs on a yacht, or at a private club. But she's here, at this dive, offering to buy me a drink?

"Well- yeah, uh, thanks."

Lisa ordered another manhattan, and a gin & tonic for Cody. They kept talking, and Cody learned a little more about the bold woman. She's 41, never married, works for an ecological nonprofit. She has lived in town for just a few months but wouldn't tell Cody where she was before that. Cody responded in kind - he's a graduate student, doing a master's in math, but it's summertime so he's working as a delivery driver to stay afloat. Upon hearing this last point, Lisa's expression changed to one of concern.

"So, do you have any savings? Are you able to afford your bills?"

"I get by, my stipend during the semester is more so I can usually save money then. Summers are rough."

What happened next, Cody could not believe. Lisa leaned closer to him and put her manicured hand directly on his upper thigh.

"You know, I'm hiring someone to be my assistant. $25 an hour. Is that something you might...be interested in?"

Cody's brain was firing on all cylinders. He was being offered a job - making more than twice his current rate - but Lisa's voice was also clearly dripping with lust. What was this?

"Uh- well, I suppose, yeah- uh, I need to run to the bathroom."

Lisa pulled back and continued her drink, unphased. Cody stood, trying to mask his shivers, and walked to the bathroom. This is a sports dive, so the bathrooms are both single occupancy. Cody stumbled in and stared at himself in the mirror for a second. This was not how he expected his night would go. He let his mind wander back to Lisa - as they talked, he got a better look at her. Her humble, professional outfit masked what was doubtless a model-caliber body. Her breasts were clearly larger than average, her waist narrow. Cody, now alone in the bathroom, finally couldn't help but indulge in fantasy. He closed his eyes and imagined her, spread out on a white bedspread, wearing ruby-colored lingerie, and beckoning him closer. Cody's cock throbbed, and swelled, and he let it happen. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he considered this impossible fantasy. His eyes closed.

Cody was so enthralled by his own fantasy that he hadn't noticed the bathroom door had not closed completely behind him. He didn't notice when it opened again and a figure slipped in behind him, then silently closed and locked the door. Cody finally noticed when a hand wrapped around his mouth and a body pressed against him from behind.

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"Sshhh sshh sh. No loud noises. It's me."

Lisa. Cody almost fainted.

"I just wanted to see..." Lisa removed one hand from Cody's mouth, as the other reached around and untucked Cody's shirt. "If I could help, in any way."

Cody was speechless. He looked in the mirror and saw her dark eyes reflecting back at him. He watched as she unbuckled his belt, still standing behind him, and as she reached down into Cody's boxers. Her warm, soft hand wrapped around Cody's cock and pulled it out. Lisa's other hand stayed close to Cody's face, stroking his cheek and tracing around his lips.

"It's time we moved on from the flirting stage, don't you think, my sweet boy?" Lisa began to stroke Cody's cock. "But don't you dare move. I'm in charge."

Cody suddenly realized he couldn't disobey Lisa if he wanted to. She had him completely under her thumb. Her stroking became more intense, and Cody gasped.

"Let's consider this a job interview." She continued, as one hand wrapped lightly around Cody's throat. I'll ask you a few questions, and you'll answer honestly. Cum before I say you're allowed, and you fail the interview. Answer honestly, and you're hired. Ready?"

"Yes ma'am." Ma'am? Where did that come from?

"Good, showing respect already. That's what I like to see. First question: do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Boyfriend?"

"No."

"Roommate?"

"No."

"What about family?"

"I have a younger sister, in undergraduate, and my father. They both live on the west coast."

"Good boy. Next: are you comfortable taking orders from a woman?"

"Yes."

"Are you comfortable with changing your lifestyle or your appearance to better suit the expectations of my organization?"

That's an odd question. But Cody doesn't think, he only says, "Yes."

"Good boy." Cody's cock starts to twitch, his balls tense up. He doesn't know how much longer he can take this, as Lisa's hand expertly draws him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Next: I said this position was $25 an hour, but I lied. That would imply this is an hourly position, which it is not. As my personal assistant I would expect you to be available at all hours of the day, for any reason. Is that acceptable?"

Something close to common sense sparked in the back of Cody's mind.

"Also, it will pay $70,000 per year."

Hesitation over. "Yes, that is fine."

"Good boy. One more question - when I make you cum, are you going to change your mind on any of the above questions?"

Alarm bells started to sound in Cody's brain. Something isn't right here. "I-"

"Don't answer yet. You will cum now."

The second Lisa said the word "now", Cody's cock erupts with more cum than he had seen in months. Lisa's hand stays firmly around his shaft, as cum oozes out and drips down her fingers, onto the sink and floor. Cody's eyes roll back in his head, and he almost falls over, but regains his balance.

Lisa removed her hand and stepped back. Instinctively, Cody turned to face her. Cody, six feet tall even, was exactly eye-to-eye with Lisa who, as predicted, is wearing at least three-inch heels. Lisa kept one of her hands at a distance, the one still coated in Cody's cum.

"Final question time. Well, less of a question than a test."

Cody's heart pounded up into his throat. He felt himself getting sucked into Lisa's deep, dark eyes.

"Knees."

No. No no no. This bathroom is disgusting, don't-

"Good boy." Cody was already on his knees. He didn't remember doing it. Lisa held her cum-coated hand out in front of Cody's face.

"You made a mess. Clean it off."

The cum was warm and salty on Cody's tongue, something he noticed before he had a chance to reckon with what Lisa was asking of him. Clean it off? With my mouth? I don't want to do that. And yet, as he thought this, he was already doing it. He looked up into Lisa's eyes and she smiled down at him. Cody felt a rush through his body. He would do anything to make Lisa smile again. He would do anything to make his mistress proud of him. Cody swallowed the last of his cum and kissed Lisa's hand before she pulled it away.

"Good work. You've got the job." Lisa reached into her bra and took out a card, which she placed on the bathroom sink.

"Address is on the card. Wear something nice. 9am." With that, Lisa unlocked the door and left.

Cody remained on his knees. What had these last few hours awoken in him? What would happen next? He looked at the card Lisa left.

"Lisa Morgan - Nonprofit Consultant". No phone number, no email address. The address - a street name Cody didn't recognize - in pen on the back. As Cody straightened himself out and prepared for the walk home, he could almost not believe the events of the night. Perhaps against his better judgment, Cody resolved to meet with Lisa the next morning. A slight shiver went down Cody's neck. If tonight was just the interview, what kind of job is this?

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Chapter 2: The First Day

Cody was ten minutes late for his first day and his heart was pounding. The address Lisa gave was well off the beaten path; Cody assumed a nonprofit might be in the downtown district above a boutique or in an office building, but it turned out to be in a residential district - and about a dozen blocks away from the closest bus stop. The building looked more like a normal house, rather nondescript, blending in with its dense suburban surroundings. The only hint this might be more than a family home was the car in the driveway - a jaw-dropping Aston Martin, one that even the car-averse Cody couldn't help but notice - and the name on the mailbox, the "BST Group". Cody approached the doorway and put his finger to the doorbell, but the door opened before he could press it.

"Ten minutes late on your first day. Not the best start." Lisa stood before him, wearing a short red dress and cream-colored heels. Cody's eyes dropped to the floor.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't. Come in."

Lisa walked into the house and Cody followed. It was, for all intents and purposes, a rather ordinary suburban townhouse - photography on the walls of lighthouses and seashells, hardwood floors, comfortable-looking but not especially flashy furniture - nothing like the professional environment one might expect of a nonprofit, but also nothing like the intimidating sex dungeon Cody half expected. Lisa led Cody into the kitchen, where she flicked on an electric kettle.

"So, Cody. Welcome to the BST Group, remote branch. Or, in other words, my house."

Cody was confused. "You live here? And work here?" Lisa smiled.

"I did tell you the position would be 24/7, and that is only because I myself am also always on the clock. I helped found BST back when I lived in Atlanta, but I got sick of living in the south and decided to start from scratch up here. The team in Atlanta continues to do their work without me - since I'm a co-founder, I can basically do whatever I want. My work here contributes in its own way, and they don't ask any questions."

"And BST is-"

"None of your concern at the moment, Cody. You are my personal assistant, not an employee of BST."

The kettle beeped, and Lisa poured two mugs of boiling water. From the refrigerator she took a jar of what looked like marmalade and stirred a spoonful each into the two mugs, then passed one to Cody.

"Have you ever had Saenggangcha? It's a Korean honey ginger tea, usually best in the winter, but I drink it year-round." Lisa sipped her tea, and Cody followed suit. The flavor was strong, but not overwhelming - powerfully ginger, but still sweet enough to go down easy. The warmth of the ginger filled Cody's body, and he felt himself start to relax. Cody took another sip, and soon realized the mug was empty. Lisa smiles.

"Seems you like it. Good, I like to start my workday with a cup. That will be one of your responsibilities - and make sure you drink one too, every morning."

Cody nodded. Easy enough. This job will be easy.

"Anyway - I hate to be curt on your first day, but unfortunately I have a video meeting in five minutes that I cannot miss. Poor scheduling on my part, it will be about an hour. For starters, please do all of the dishes and take out the trash - that shouldn't take too long. Feel free to make yourself comfortable after and help yourself to another cup of tea."

"Yes ma'am!" Cody said with real enthusiasm. Lisa smiled and walked off. Cody, alone in the kitchen, took his mug to place it in the washing machine. Cody then noticed Lisa left her mug of tea - and had hardly touched it. Odd, he thought, she made such a point of needing a cup every morning. Oh well, she must have finished hers before I got here. No use wasting it - Cody picked up Lisa's mug and proceeded to quickly ingest the rest of her tea. The ginger warmth again filled his body and mind, as Cody's muscles relaxed, and his mind wandered. Cody giggled to himself.

"This tea is like...really good." He flicked on the electric kettle, planning to have another cup once finishing what Lisa asked.

Cody returned from taking out the trash and started the dishwasher. The kettle boiled more water, and Cody reached for the jar of ginger tea and a spoon. Cody put a spoonful into the mug and poured in the boiling water. The ginger-scented steam worked its way into Cody's nostrils, and he felt his brain start to turn to fuzz. Without thinking, Cody scooped in one, two, three more tablespoons of the ginger tea. The smell was overpowering. Cody lifted the concentrated ginger to his lips and takes a mouthful of a sip.

The flood of sensation hit Cody all at once as his muscles filled again with warmth and his mind again was loosened from any sense of stress or worry. He took another sip. And another one. Cody had never tasted anything like this before. Soon the mug is again empty, and Cody eyed the jar of tea. Without really meaning to, and without thinking about it, Cody had taken a spoonful of the raw ginger marmalade and held it up to his mouth. Cody opened his mouth wide and sucked down the concentrated ginger tea - but this time, something much different happened.

The warmth Cody grew addicted to took over the second the jelly touched his tongue, but it didn't stop. Cody's body grew warmer, and warmer, until all of his muscles felt like they're burning. Cody dropped to his hands and knees and felt his entire body start to sweat. Suddenly, without warning, Cody had an orgasm. His cock - still soft, barely two or three inches -- began to leak cum. The leak turned to a full-on stream, as Cody came more and more, again and again, for what felt to him like almost a half an hour. His boxers flooded with cum, more cum than he thought possible, as it ran down his legs and stained his pants.

Cody's eyes rolled back in his head as he surrendered himself to pleasure. He forgot where he is, or why he's there. He forgot his name. As Cody's balls pulsed and emptied out of his cock over and over, as hot cum flooded out of his soft cock at a volume that should not have been possible, Cody had no worries. The warmth of the ginger wrapped what little of Cody's brain was still awake in comfort as his body spiraled out of control, until at last Cody passed out entirely, soaked in sweat and cum on the floor of Lisa's kitchen.

Upstairs, Lisa watched the display on her security monitor. There was no meeting. She made a few notes on a form attached to a clipboard and smiled.

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Cody's eyes fluttered open, but he felt lost and confused. Why am I face-down on tile? Why do I feel soaking wet? What happened? Cody then realized he is only a few inches away from the base of a cream-colored high heel, as he looked up to see a woman with dark hair and dark eyes.

"I was worried it would take a week or two before this. You're ahead of schedule. That's very promising."

What? Who the hell is this? Cody furrowed his brow. Think, what is happening?

It all came back like a brick to the head. Lisa, the interview, the house, the tea, the...oh. That's why his pants felt wet. Cody, still weak, rolled over onto his back and rubbed his eyes. It looks dark, like the sun had already begun to set.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

Lisa, now drinking a glass of red wine, smiled. She took a sip and set the glass down.

"Then allow me to explain."

Lisa lifted her feet up one at a time and unfastened her heels, setting them on the counter. To Cody's shock, she then pulled her dress off over her head, revealing herself to be wearing a leopard-print bra and matching thong. Cody had not fully understood the extent of Lisa's beauty - her breasts the size of small watermelons, her waist narrow and toned, her butt firm. She walked around to Cody's feet and got on her hands and knees, then crawled up over Cody until her breasts dangled mere inches from Cody's nose. Lisa sat up, her ass rubbing on Cody's still-cum-wet crotch and tied her hair back.

"Let me ask you something, Cody. Do you want to fuck me?"

Cody was speechless as Lisa reached behind herself to unhook her bra.

"Do you like my breasts, Cody? Do you want to suck on them while you fuck me? I'm not very physically strong, Cody. I'm right here." Lisa sat up on her knees and removed her thong, then began to unbuckle Cody's belt.

"Yes ma'am" Cody stuttered, "Yes ma'am please?"

Lisa smiled as she pulled down Cody's pants and soaking-wet boxers. She leaned down to take Cody's cock in her mouth, until...

"You know Cody, when men want to fuck women, they usually have erections."

Cody's blood ran cold. He sat up quickly and looked down at his crotch.

Instead of Cody's usual above-average hard cock, between Cody's legs lay a pathetically small, soft penis. Droplets of cum still leaked occasionally from the tip. Lisa takes the baby-sized penis between two fingers and squeezed, sending shockwaves through Cody's body, but soft it remained. Cody was speechless, as tears well up in his eyes and he looks to Lisa for an explanation.

"It was the tea, wasn't it?" Cody could barely say the words.

"You're not completely stupid, are you? Yes, my sweet boy, it was the tea. That's a recipe of my own devising. It's a hormonal blend that causes the body to reject all biological traces of masculinity. Drinking it regularly in a tea results in a gradual shift, almost unnoticeably slow, where it would take three to four months of daily use to reach this point. But you-" Lisa grabs all of Cody's cock, including his now-shrunken and useless testicles, "-you took the fast way out. Ingesting the undiluted substance results in a violent physical reaction, which I believe you experienced. In other words, you just had all of your possible future orgasms all at once. Your possible future as a man leaked out of your cock and all over my kitchen floor. You will never have an erection again, and you will never be able to cum from stimulating this useless excuse for a cock ever again."

Cody's eyes glazed over. This isn't real. This is a dream.

"This isn't real. This is a dream."

Lisa leaned down and kissed Cody on the chest.

"I'll prove it then."

Lisa slid down Cody's body and took what was once his cock in her mouth. The sensation felt good, but Cody knows it wasn't right. It's not the same. He started to tear up. Is this really happening?