Selection Process
It was a group known as the Caballeros. They were men of power, men that were more invisible than they were visible, men that held the real reins of power over others that were more in the spotlight.
But the Caballeros was all men and only men.
Until now.
Now they were open to bringing one woman and only one woman into their inner sanctum. A trial balloon as it were. If it worked, there might be more. Or there might not. It was up to them.
There were three candidates, three women that the Caballeros had deemed worthy of even being considered for membership into their society.
One’s name was Veronica Rosen. At 53, she’d been selected as CEO of her corporation under what some saw as somewhat suspicious circumstances. It had become fairly obvious that someone had been feeding dirt on her predecessor to the press and when it became clear that her predecessor was not long for his position, Veronica was one of the two top candidates to fill the position but when her other adversary was found in bed with a girl from the mail room, he was gone and the way was clear for her to take the reins which she did and which she ruthlessly used to her advantage.
Another’s name was Jenna Long. Her husband Steve had been a congressman until he’d been felled by a heart attack and in the aftermath, she’d been named to fill out the rest of her husband’s term. Most experts had thought that she’d merely fill out the term and then she’d step aside to let other more experienced politicians run for her husband’s seat so it had come to a surprise to almost everyone when Jenna had decided that she would run again for the seat in her own right. She’d won reelection and she’d continued to keep winning reelection until the experts had to admit that this wasn’t her husband’s seat anymore. It was hers.
The last one’s name was Morgan Ackerman. The pretty blond seemed to have it all. She was only 35 but she was already an anchor in one of the top local markets in the country and the thought was that it was only a matter of time before the network would come calling because she seemed to have a way of reaching though the television and connecting with her audiences. Yes, it was only a matter of time before the networks would come calling.
Each of the three candidates was to be led into a room one at a time to meet her interrogators. Each of the men sat in the near shadows where they could watch the woman being examined and where the woman being examined was unlikely to see them but then that was just the way the Caballeros wanted it.
Veronica Rosen was the first of the women to come under examination. “Step into the center of the room,” a man’s voice said.
Veronica stepped into a circle in the center of the room. The edges of the circle seemed to almost glow and as Veronica stepped into the circle, she thought she could almost feel her skin tingle but in the next instant, that feeling was gone.
“Who are you?”
“Veronica Rosen,” the CEO answered but almost before she could get the words out of her mouth, the next question was on the way from yet another of the men in the dark.
“Why are you here?”
How to answer that, Veronica wondered. She didn’t want to seem too eager and yet at the same time, she didn’t want to say too little.
Still, before she could answer, the next question was on the way from still another man. “What makes you important?”
“I run a major corporation.”
“What’s your position?”
“I already told you. I’m a—”
“Your sexual position.”
She was so flabbergasted by the question that she seemed not to know how to answer it.
“Your favorite sexual position. What is it?”
Really, she’d had quite enough of this foolishness.
“What is it?”
“Doggy.”
“Dismissed.”
Jenna Long was the next of the women to be brought before the men. Like Veronica before her, she stepped into the darkened room. Like Veronica before her, she was told to step into the circle at the center of the room and like Veronica before her, when she did she could feel her skin tingle if only for a moment.
“Who are you?” a man demanded.
“Jenna Long,” she said but almost as if they weren’t even interested in what she had to say, another of the men was speaking.
“Why are you here?”
“You asked me,” Jenna said.
“What makes you important?”
“We’ll, I am a Congresswoman,” Jenna said proudly.
“Yes, but what makes you important?”
“I don’t understand the question.”
“What’s your position?”
“I already told you. I don’t understand the question. I’m a member of Congress.”
“What’s your favorite sexual position?”
Was she offended by the question? Hell yeah she was but then it wasn’t the first time some male chauvinist creep had asked her something like that. It kind of came with the territory when you were dealing with people who thought she was a woman in a man’s job or when people only thought she was where she was because of who her husband had been.
“What’s your favorite sexual position?” came the question again.
The question hit a nerve with her. It really had been such a long time.
Morgan Ackerman would have scowled at the darkened room if she had been in the habit of letting her emotions show through. Theatrics, she thought. She might have been in the news business but it was also show business as well and she recognized theatrics when she saw it and theatrics was hardly the way to appeal to her.
“Step into the circle,” said a voice from the dark.
Morgan stepped into the circle and for just a moment, she felt her skin tingle.
“Who are you?” the voice demanded.
“Morgan Ackerman.”
“Why are you here?”
What the fuck? They were barely allowing her time to answer.
“Why are you here?” She was asked again.
“To meet with you,” she answered. And maybe if they kept this crap up, it might make a good story later.
“What makes you important?”
“I’m a news anchor.”
“What’s your position?”
“I just told you—”
“Your sexual position.”
What the fuck?
“Your favorite sexual position.”
“Cock sucker.”
“Dismissed.”
For the life of her, Veronica Rosen couldn’t figure out why she was back here again before these men. She’d told herself in no uncertain terms that she’d had enough of their crap and yet when she’d left them, she’d been directed to a room and there she’d waited until she’d been called back again.
Once more, she entered a near darkened room. Once more, she was told to step into the lighted circle in the center of the room and once more as she stepped into the circle, she felt a momentary disorientation.
“Who are you?”
“Ronnie Rosen,” she answered. No wait, that sounded so informal and yet ...
“Why are you here?”
“I want to be with you guys.”
“What’s your position?”
“I work at—”
“Your sexual position.”
“Doggy. I love doggy.”
“Dismissed.”
The first interview hadn’t gone at all well. In fact, for the life of her, Jenna couldn’t help but wonder why she was still there and yet there was where she was and now she was back once more in the darkened room.
“Step into the light please.”
Jenna stepped into the circle and just as she had before, she felt a momentary uneasiness.
“Who are you?”
“J-Jenna,” she said. It was weird. She’d almost called herself Jenny even though she hated it when people called her that.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know.”
“What is your position?”
“I’m a member of Congress.”
“No, your sexual position.”
“I ... I don’t have one.”
“Pass.”
These men were so going down, Morgan told herself. She was already trying to figure it out how she was going to pitch the story to Bob but as soon as she got back to the studio, these men were so going down. Once more though, she was led into the darkened room.
“Step into the circle,” she was told and as she did, she felt a momentary disorientation.
“Who are you?”
“Morgan Ackerman,” the twenty-five year old answered.
“Why are you here?”
“To do a story.” Oops. She hadn’t meant to say that but it was almost as if her interrogators didn’t care what her answer was. They just kept going on.
“What’s your position?”
“I work at—”
“Your sexual position.”
“Cock sucker.”
“Dismissed.”
Ronnie was back again. It was odd, she thought. She wasn’t even sure why she was here. She just was.
“Step into the light,” a man told her.
Ronnie did as she was told and for a moment, she felt disoriented but that quickly passed.
“What’s your name?”
“Ronnie.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“What’s your position?”
“I work in the mail room.”
“What’s your sexual position?”
Oh that. “Doggy,” she said. “I love doggy.”
“Dismissed.”
Wait a minute. Didn’t he want to know what she liked about doggy?
Apparently not, the brunette thought, because she was being led out of the room. Well not led exactly. Being led would have meant someone was guiding her only there was no one there and yet the teenager couldn’t help feeling that even if there was no one there, she was most definitely being escorted from the room.
It was too bad, she thought. Well really it was more too bad for them. All this talk about sex really had kind of made her kind of horny and she wouldn’t have minded showing these men just what she liked about doggy. It was just her on her hands and her knees. She knew she had a cute ass so she’d just stay like that and let them get a good long look at her ass.
Her pussy was shaved because she had nothing to hide and come on, it was a bunch of old guys there. She wasn’t even sure they could get it up but if they could ... well, if they could, there was her cute, little eighteen-year-old ass and really, who could resist an ass like that? No one. That’s who. So if they didn’t want to fuck her, that was their fault and their loss, not hers.
Jenny was back again but the weird thing was she couldn’t seem to remember how she’d gotten there but the simple fact was that she was there so she must have gotten there somehow.
“Step into the light.”
Jenny did as she was told to do.
“What’s your name?”
“Jenny.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“What’s your position?”
“I’m an intern.”
“An intern?”
“I work in a Congressional office.” Somehow, that answer didn’t seem quite right and yet it did seem right, too.
“What’s your sexual position?”
Jenny couldn’t help but feel a surge of enthusiasm course through her. “I don’t know,” she said.
“You don’t know?”
Jenny shook her head. “I don’t know but I’m open to suggestions.”
A blue-eyed blond stepped into the darkened room.
“Step into the light,” a man said.
The girl did as she was told to do.
“What is your name?” the girl was asked.
“Morgan.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“What’s your position?”
“I’m a gofer.”
“Your sexual position.”
“I’m a cock sucker.”
“Dismissed.”
Dismissed? Come on, why were they dismissing her now. It was just getting good. Didn’t they want to know why she was such a good cock sucker?
It was because she really did enjoy it, that’s why, the girl told herself. They were just a bunch of frumpy old men who just didn’t want to see a young girl have a good time but God, it was so good. It was so good sucking a guy into her mouth. It was so good making a guy moan.
God, that made her pussy so wet.
Of course it wasn’t like a man wasn’t big and strong. Heck, that was only right for men to be that way but it was good for a man to know what a hot, teenage girl could do.
She’d pull her mouth free from his cock and she’d stroke his slippery shaft before she’d suck his cock again.
Of course she’d suck his cock again and this time she’d suck him until he came in her mouth. Mmm, that was so good.
It was only after the last interview had been made that the Caballeros met. Not much was said because not much had to be said. “I think we’ve made our decision,” one of the men said. The others nodded. A decision had indeed been made.
The news spread throughout the financial communities. Veronica Rosen was officially out, released by the Board of Directors because of the company’s poor financial performance. It was said that the CEO wasn’t taking any calls or questions and very quickly, the former CEO had dropped completely out of sight.
Almost at the same time, there was a new addition in the corporate mail room.
Her name was Ronnie Rosen and as the most junior of the mail room staff, the gum-chewing eighteen-year-old brunette seemed to almost take pleasure in teasing her male counterparts and perhaps the one she liked to tweak he most was her supervisor, Ron Hubble.
Once again, she reported to his office. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Hubble?” she asked.
The middle-aged father of three sighed. “Yes, Ronnie. Come in and if you would, I’d like you to shut the door.”
“Uh oh. It sounds serious.”
“It is. I’ve been getting some reports about you.”
“About me?”
“Yeah. Listen, did you even read our company’s sexual harassment policies?”
“I skimmed it.”
“Damn it, Ronnie, this is important. You’ve got to know what you can and can’t do if you want to get ahead here.”
“I don’t want to get ahead here.”
“You don’t?”
Ronnie shook her head. “I’ve already told you before, Mr. Hubble. I have no ambitions whatsoever.”
“You don’t?”
“We’ll that’s not exactly true. I would like to see your cock.”
“My, my cock,” the man squawked and then he seemed to rally. “Now listen here, young lady, that’s just the sort of things that you just can’t do.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s against the rules.”
“So?”
“Ms. Rosen?!”
“You know what I’d like to do?” Ronnie said. “I’d like to do this,” and with that, she pulled off her top.
“Ms. Rosen!”
“What? The door’s closed,” Ronnie said as she started to unbutton her shorts.
“Um, I um, I don’t think you should be doing that.”
Ronnie pushed her shorts own and moments later, her panties were following suit. “I think I’ve been a bad girl,” she said as she bent over her boss’s desk. “Now wouldn’t you like to teach me a lesson?”
Ron Hubble couldn’t help but look at the girl stretched out over his desk. She had a shaved pussy. His wife didn’t have a shaved pussy.
Fuck, her pussy looked so tight.
His wife’s pussy wasn’t so tight anymore.
She wasn’t even looking back at him. She was just laying there draped across his desk. It was almost as if she expected him to use her pussy.
His chair creaked as Ron rose up out of his chair and then he was unzipping his pants. Well if that was what the girl was expecting, there was no reason to keep the girl waiting.
“Oh yes, Mr. Hubble,” the girl moaned. “That’s it. Fuck my pussy.”
Oh yeah, the man thought as he entered her. That was it. That was so fucking good.
Rumors were running rampant around the newsroom that one of the lead anchors was to be replaced. It was said that Morgan Ackerman had done something, something which had brought discredit on the station, but what that something was remained a mystery.
Some said she had been caught plagiarizing or that she had in some other way messed up a story. Others argued that it couldn’t have been anything that bad, that surely there wasn’t a one strike and you’re out policy. Others on the other hand argued that the integrity of the newsroom was paramount.
Still others argued that maybe Morgan had been hired away by some rival station or maybe by the network itself. But if that were the case, still others argued, then where were the obligatory press releases that were sure to come if that had happened.
Whatever the reason, one thing was sure. Morgan Ackerman was gone.
And in the newsroom, there was a new girl. The girl with the blond ponytail was the most junior of gofers but what she lacked in experience she more than made up for with eagerness and sincerity and if anyone noticed that the new girl’s name was also Morgan, no one seemed to mention it.
Bob Wilmsley, the newsroom editor called the new girl into his office. “I understand you’re new here,” the man said.
“Yes, sir.”
“They tell me you’re very eager.”
“Yes, sir.”
“They tell me you’d like to get ahead here.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, I know how you can get that. Opportunity starts right here.”
The blond looked down at where her editor was pointing at his pants and she nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir,” she said and then without even being told to, she was diving between her editor’s legs and she was taking his cock into her eager mouth.
“Oh yes,” the man moaned. “Oh yes. That’s it. You keep doing that and you’ll go far in this business.”
There were so many men and it seemed as if they all wanted was to be with her and around her and Jenny couldn’t help but feel so proud that all these important men were taking such an interest in her and everything about her.
Like there was this one man. He was sliding his hand around her waist and of course, she just had to look at him. His fingers were plucking at her top. Oh my God. He wanted to see her perky, little tits. That was like so fucking hot.
But then there was the other guy. Even as the one guy had her attention on him, she could feel another man coming up behind her and then she could feel one of his hands as it stroked her bottom through her shorts. Mmm yeah.
But the other guy now had her top pulled up and now his hands were cupping her breasts and even though she knew it probably wasn’t the right thing to do to let man hold her breasts like that, it was just so hot to have a man pay attention to her like that.
Of course he wasn’t the only one. The man behind her now had her shorts open and even as tight as her shorts were, he was pulling her shorts down and then his hands were cupping her bottom through her panties and she couldn’t help but moan when he gave her bottom a little squeeze.
She could see now that the first man had his cock out and he was pushing her down and even if she wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to do, she took his cock in her mouth and he must have liked that because he moaned when she did that and even if it was a moan, Jenny was pretty sure it was a good moan and not a bad moan.
It sounded kind of weird to say this, Jenny thought, but she’d almost forgotten about the man behind her right up to the point where he slipped his cock in between her legs and then she was letting go with a good low moan, too. She really liked that.
And yet at the same time, the one whose cock she had in her mouth wanted her to keep doing what she was doing.
Suck a cock. Take a cock in her pussy.
Take a cock and suck another one into her mouth.
Oh God. This was so good and she was so lucky. She was so lucky that these men and their friends had taken her under their wings. She felt so lucky and so privileged. She was so happy that they’d selected her.