Corperate Internship

Mr. Smith called me into his office just before lunchtime. He said, “You’ve been an intern here for 3 months now. I think it’s about time we reviewed your progress.”

I gulped, because I still didn’t feel like I knew what I was doing here. Most of my time was spent watching weird training videos which usually put me to sleep. The rest of my time was spent making fresh coffee, fetching dry cleaning, or running to the bodega on the corner. “Sure,” I said with a hard swallow and a faked lilt. “How can I help you?” That was odd, it just came out without me really thinking it.

“It’s my understanding, that you have synergized well with our training program.” What the hell was he talking about? “You seem to have a natural aptitude for our touch point process.” He rose and walked around the desk, backing me into the wall. “And your scores have improved remarkably, over the course of this quarter.” He was reaching for my, blouse buttons. “I think it’s time we had you ‘drink the Kool Aid’.”

There was something about what he said, something I couldn’t quite get to focus in my head. I stood still for a moment. He was fondling my breasts and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. “Henry tells my that your fellatio skills have moved that needle right off the charts. Why don’t we take off your clothes and run those numbers.”  Yes, that was exactly what I wanted to do! More than anything in the world.