It was finally Friday, and the sweltering heat outside seemed to match Kenna’s excitement for the end of the week. She had carefully chosen her outfit to combat the temperature, opting for a light black top, a tight pink skirt, and pink high heels that made her feel confident and put-together. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, keeping her neck cool and sweat-free. As she arrived at the office, she couldn’t resist a quick glance in the mirror, admiring the way her outfit accentuated her curves.
The morning flew by in a blur of organizing customer files and reading up on client profiles. It was mundane work, but it gave her a chance to learn more about the industry and the people she would be working with. As lunchtime approached, Kenna’s thoughts turned to the brown bag on her desk, containing a humble sandwich she had planned to eat in the park. But before she could make a move, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Hey, you must be the new intern. My name is Todd. I’m one of the marketing directors here.” Todd had short blond hair, was on the skinnier side, but moved with a sort of elegance.
“Very nice to meet you, Todd. My name is Kenna. Yes, I started here this week. It’s been quite the whirlwind.” She said, fanning her face.
“My name is Phil. I’m also one of the marketing directors. I work a few floors down. Phil was also skinny, but quite a bit taller with brown wavy hair. “We were thinking, since it’s your first Friday here, we thought we would take you to Maxwell’s. It’s just down the street and it’s mostly industry folks. Lunch is on us. What do you say?”
Kenna took a look at her sad brown bag. “Of course! I would love to join you guys!” She took her lunch and tossed it right into the garbage.
The three of them walked to the restaurant. Quite a few people waved to them as they walked by. Clearly, they were well known in the area. “We made reservations a few weeks ago. This place can get busy.” Todd said as he held the door open for her. The hostess greeted them and guided them to their table. The restaurant had a strange layout, with many tables at different levels and angles. It was clearly designed with style, not efficiency in mind. Their table was on a lower area near the back with round table and circular bench seat. Todd guided her in and the men sat on either side of her.
The conversation immediately got to work. They started talking about various clients and what they needed to prepare for them.
A waitress appeared from around the corner. “Hey guys. Welcome back. What can I get for you?”
“Three martinis, a little dirty.” Todd immediately answered.
“Wait,” Kenna said “I’m not sure I should be drinking and then going back to the office.”
Phil chuckled. “You clearly don’t know S&A. Unless you have a client meeting, most people have started their weekend. I guarantee most of the office will be sauced.”
“I don’t know. I’m not really a fan of martinis. Maybe I could just have wine?” Kenna said, looking at them hopefully.
“You just haven’t had a proper martini. This place makes the best ones”
When the martini arrived, she understood what they meant. It was very cold, with a hint of olive, which she really enjoyed.
“Just remember to drink it fast. Nothing worse than a room temperature martini.” Todd said, taking a healthy sip.
Over the next while, the two men would talk to each other about business. They didn’t ask her any questions, which surprised her. Kenna enjoyed listening in, because she did get to learn more about the industry, but she felt a bit like a third wheel. The martinis kept coming and since she was talking so little, she found herself finishing off her drink more often than she planned to. The booze was really getting to her and she felt quite tipsy. Had she had three martinis or four? She couldn’t remember. She started to wonder when they would actually eat something. All the booze had made her quite hungry, but since they were paying, she didn’t want to impose ordering food. She assumed they would order food when they were ready.
As Kenna sat at the table, sipping her drink, Todd’s voice cut through the din of the restaurant. “Hey Kenna. I hear that Justin hired you.” She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his and glad to be part of a conversation. “Yes. He was really nice. I’m really glad he let me have this opportunity,” she replied, trying to sound confident.
Todd shifted closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. “Then I guess he told you the intern policy here.” His words were accompanied by a gentle touch on her bare thigh, making her jump in surprise. Some of her drink spilled onto the table as she struggled to process what was happening.
“I just want you to know something,” Todd continued, his hand still resting on her thigh. “We would like to help you out. Show you the ropes. We can be really helpful.” Kenna’s mind reeled as Todd’s hand began to move up and down her thigh, making her squirm uncomfortably in her seat.
Phil, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up. “Yeah, we can definitely show you the ropes. Introduce you to some of the clients.” His voice was smooth, but Kenna detected a hint of slyness behind his words.
Todd’s grip on her thigh tightened, and he leaned in closer. “We can make sure you have a really great time here,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Kenna felt a shiver run down her spine as she tried to pull her leg away, but Todd’s hand held firm.
As she finished off the last of her drink, Todd took her hand in his and guided it down to his crotch. “Feel this,” he said, his voice low and husky. Kenna’s eyes widened as she felt a growing bulge in his pants, and she tried to pull her hand away, but Todd’s grip was too strong. “Just relax, Kenna,” he whispered, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. “We’re just getting started.” He slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants, smiling the entire time.
As Todd’s words hung in the air, Kenna felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. “I want you to get under the table and give me a nice blowjob,” he said, his voice low and commanding. She glanced around the restaurant, taking in the secluded table they had chosen, and realized that this was all part of their plan. The dim lighting and quiet corner seemed to close in around her, making her feel trapped and vulnerable.
Todd’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing as he waited for her response. “How about it? You do this for me and I’ll help you out after,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. Kenna’s mind reeled as she weighed her options, but the alcohol had dulled her inhibitions, making her feel like she had no choice. She had been taken advantage of so much already, and it seemed like this was just another step down a path she couldn’t escape.
With a sense of resignation, Kenna let Todd guide her down beneath the table. The air was thick with the scent of leather shoes and musk, and she could feel the rough texture of the floor against her knees. Todd shifted himself around, his legs spreading wide as he positioned her between them. She stared up at his crotch, the open fly a stark reminder of what he wanted from her.
Kenna’s eyes fixed on the bulge in Todd’s pants, her mind numb as she struggled to process what was happening. As she hesitated, Todd’s hand reached down, his fingers brushing against her hair as he urged her closer.
As Todd’s hand delved into his pants, he pulled out his rapidly hardening cock.
“Give it a little lick. See if you like it,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he guided her mouth closer to his erection. Kenna’s tongue tentatively explored the underside of his shaft, feeling the bulge of his veins and the smooth texture of his skin. His dick twitched in excitement, a visible sign of his arousal, as she continued to tease him with her tongue.
With a sense of detachment, she reached out and began to stroke his cock gently, the booze coursing through her veins making it easier to accept the situation. The numbness spread through her, allowing her to push aside her reservations and submit to Todd’s demands. As she wrapped her lips around his dick, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, his hips shifting forward to grant her better access. With a subtle nod, he released his grip on her head, knowing that she had surrendered to her fate.
Todd’s savored the sensation of her mouth wrapped around his cock. The sound of her gentle suction could be heard, a stark reminder of the intimate act that was unfolding beneath the table.
“Hey guys, would you like another round, or maybe ready for some food?” the waitress asked, her voice cheerful and oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath the table. Kenna quickly pulled herself off Todd, trying to compose herself in the midst of the intimate act. Her heart racing, she held her breath. “What about your friend? Would she want…” The waitress’s voice trailed off, and Kenna could sense her confusion.
The pause that followed was deafening, and Kenna’s face burned with shame. “I see it’s one of those lunches. Why don’t I bring her another drink,” the waitress said, her voice laced with a mixture of discomfort and discretion. The sound of her footsteps as she walked away was a welcome reprieve, but Kenna’s relief was short-lived.
Todd’s hand closed around her head, his fingers gentle but firm as he guided her back to his waiting cock. “Don’t worry. She won’t come back for a bit. Why don’t you continue,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he pushed her head forward. Kenna’s lips brushed against his dick, and she felt a surge of resignation wash over her. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and pulled him back in, the sensation of his cock filling her mouth a stark reminder of her predicament. As she began to move her head, Todd’s hand remained on her head, a subtle reminder of his control, and Kenna felt herself slipping further into a world of submission.
Kenna’s determination to make this encounter as brief as possible drove her to intensify her efforts, her mouth working diligently to bring Todd to a swift climax. She sucked with a fervor, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him in, the sound of her suction muffled by the tablecloth. Her tongue danced along the underside of his dick, tracing the veins and ridges, before flicking out to tease the sensitive head. The occasional lick sent shivers through Todd’s body, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation.
As she plunged his dick into her mouth, the head bumped against the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex that threatened to betray her attempts at silence. Kenna’s hand flew up to cover her mouth, stifling the sound as she struggled to compose herself. The awkwardness of their position under the table only added to her discomfort, her body contorted in a way that made it difficult to breathe, let alone perform the intimate act.
Despite the challenges, Kenna persevered, her mouth returning to its task with renewed vigor. Todd’s dick was as hard as any she had encountered before, its rigidity a testament to her own reluctant skill. As she sucked, her tongue swirling around the shaft, she felt a sense of detachment, as if she were observing herself from outside her body. The sensation was surreal, her mind struggling to reconcile the intimacy of the act with the stranger who was receiving it.
As Todd’s feet began to shuffle beneath the table, Kenna’s heart skipped a beat, hoping that this signaled his approaching climax. She sped up her pace, her mouth moving with a frantic intensity, determined to bring this encounter to a swift conclusion. The sound of her suction grew more urgent, her breathing shallow and rapid, as she worked to milk every last drop of pleasure from Todd’s body. The fact that she had only met him an hour ago seemed almost inconsequential now, her focus narrowed to the singular task of satisfying his desires, no matter how unpalatable she found them.
As Kenna continued to work her mouth around Todd’s dick, she steeled herself for the inevitable climax, knowing that she had to be prepared to swallow every last drop. The thought of leaving the restaurant with any evidence of their illicit encounter on her face or clothing was unbearable, and she mentally braced herself for the task ahead. She had done her best to prepare herself, but despite her efforts, the sudden surge of come that filled her mouth still caught her off guard.
The sticky, salty fluid exploded onto her tongue, and Kenna’s instincts kicked in as she struggled to swallow the unexpected deluge. Todd’s cock twitched and convulsed, emptying its load into her mouth with a ferocity that left her gasping. The sensation was overwhelming, the taste and texture of the come threatening to gag her as she worked to swallow it all. Her throat constricted, and for a moment, she felt like she was drowning in the sticky fluid, her body rebelling against the invasion.
But she persevered, her determination to leave the restaurant without any evidence of their encounter driving her to swallow every last drop. As she felt Todd’s cock begin to relax, she slowly pulled herself off him, her mouth still filled with the remnants of his climax that she hadn’t swallowed yet. With a quick motion, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, ensuring that any stray droplets of come were absorbed into her skin. The act was a necessary one, and Kenna performed it with a sense of detachment, her mind already focused on the task of extricating herself from the situation and leaving the restaurant with her dignity intact.
As Kenna finally thought she had escaped the ordeal with Todd, a hand descended upon her shoulder, its weight and pressure a stark reminder that her ordeal was far from over. “Now it’s my turn,” Phil’s voice whispered, his words dripping with an unspoken sense of entitlement. The realization that she would have to repeat the same intimate act with another stranger hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her reeling in shock and dismay.
The martinis she had consumed earlier swirled in her head, clouding her thoughts and making it difficult for her to process the situation. The shame and humiliation she felt were palpable, threatening to overwhelm her as Todd pushed her away and guided her towards Phil. The gesture was almost cruel, a stark reminder that she was nothing more than a means to an end, a plaything for these two men to use and discard at their whim.
As Phil’s hand pulled her towards his crotch, Kenna felt a wave of despair wash over her. The bulge beneath his pants was unmistakable, a sizable and impressive presence that seemed to be straining against the fabric. It was clear that Phil had been enjoying the show, his arousal fueled by the knowledge of what was happening beneath the table. Kenna’s fingers trembled as she reached forward to rub the bulge, her mind racing with the implications of what she was about to do.
With a sense of detachment, she pulled the zipper down, her fingers brushing against the warm skin beneath. As she reached inside and pulled Phil’s penis out, she couldn’t help but notice its shape, long and thin, with a smaller girth, like its owner. It took only a few moments for it to become fully erect in her hand, its rapid arousal a testament to Phil’s eagerness.
As she prepared herself mentally for the task ahead, Kenna felt a sense of resignation wash over her. She was about to suck another man off, a stranger she had just met, in a public restaurant, under the table. The thought was almost too much to bear, the shame and humiliation threatening to consume her. But she steeled herself, knowing that she had to see this through, no matter how degrading or debasing it might be.
Without any warning, Phil’s hands shot out, his right hand wrapping tightly around Kenna’s ponytail, while his left hand grasped her face. He pulled her forward with a force that was both shocking and terrifying. “Open your mouth,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, sending a shiver down her spine.
In shock, Kenna’s mouth opened, and Phil wasted no time in pulling her down onto his long, thin cock. The length of it was immediately apparent, as it hit the back of her throat with a jarring suddenness that made her gag. The sensation was intense, her throat constricting in protest as she struggled to accommodate the invasion. But Phil didn’t seem to care, his hands holding her in place with a grip that was both firm and unyielding.
As he began to move her head up and down, Kenna’s gag reflex kicked in, her body rebelling against the intrusion. She gagged and coughed, her eyes watering as she struggled to catch her breath. But Phil just kept moving her, his pace relentless, his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth with a rhythm that was both brutal and unforgiving. She tried her best to suck him, to do what he wanted, but it was almost impossible. His forcefulness was overwhelming, leaving her gasping for air, her lungs burning as she struggled to keep up.
The sensation was suffocating, her mouth feeling like it was being stretched to its limits, her throat constricting in protest. She felt like she was drowning, her body unable to cope with the onslaught of sensations that were crashing down on her. But still, Phil kept moving her, his hands holding her in place. Kenna’s mind was reeling, her thoughts spinning out of control as she struggled to comprehend the sheer brutality of what was happening. She was trapped, caught in a nightmare from which she couldn’t awaken, forced to endure the whims of a man who seemed to care little for her well-being or her dignity.
As the seconds ticked by, Kenna’s body began to numb, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. She felt like she was losing herself, her identity fragmenting as she struggled to cope with the trauma that was unfolding. Her mouth was on fire, her throat burning, her lungs aching, but still, Phil kept moving her, his pace unrelenting. She was a plaything, a toy, a mere object to be used and discarded, and the knowledge was both devastating and humiliating.
As the minutes ticked by, Kenna’s body began to feel like it was going to collapse. Her jaw ached, her throat was raw, and her lungs were burning. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Phil’s body began to tense up. His cock swelled in her mouth, and he let out a low, guttural groan. Kenna’s heart sank, knowing that he was about to come. She tried to prepare herself, but it was no use. Phil’s semen shot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. She coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath as Phil’s hands finally released her.
As she pulled back, gasping for air, Kenna felt a wave of shame and humiliation wash over her. She had never felt so used, so degraded, in her life. She looked up at Phil, her eyes filled with tears, and saw that he was smiling at her. It was a cold, calculating smile, one that seemed to say he had enjoyed every minute of what had just happened.
As Kenna emerged from under the table, her knees wobbled beneath her, a testament to the turmoil that had just transpired. Phil’s martini glass was thrust into her hand, and she downed the contents in one swift motion, the strong taste a welcome respite from the lingering flavor of the two men’s cum. The alcohol burned its way down her throat, a fleeting distraction from the numbness that had settled over her.
As they ordered food and wine, the atmosphere around the table underwent a transformation, shifting from one of primal intensity to a facade of professionalism. Phil and Todd inquired about her academic pursuits, their questions probing and sincere, as if the events of the past hour had never occurred. Kenna struggled to maintain a veneer of nonchalance, her mind reeling with the memories of what she had been forced to endure.
The lunch that followed was a culinary masterpiece, with dishes like beef tartare, salmon, and beef being passed around the table, each bite a testament to the chef’s skill. Kenna partook in the meal, her senses dulled by the events that had transpired, but still able to appreciate the flavors and textures. She sipped her wine sparingly, opting instead for water, as she endeavored to regain some semblance of sobriety.
As they finished their meal, Phil’s voice cut through the din, his words laced with a sincerity that made Kenna’s skin crawl. “Kenna, I think you have a lot of promise,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers, a glint of something unspoken lurking in their depths. “I think you will succeed at Saxon. And we will help you.”
Kenna’s response was mechanical, her words tumbling out of her mouth like a well-rehearsed ***********. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I really appreciate that.” The words stuck in her throat, a mixture of shame and resentment threatening to overwhelm her, but she forced them down, determined to maintain the charade, at least for the time being as she finished the last piece of salmon.