Privileges Revoked - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Privileges Revoked - Chapter 1

Tom was nervous as he approached the tall building downtown. Just as he had at every other step of this journey, he hesitated at the door. Was this really the place? Why would such a rich place want him? And for the millionth time, he considered his few alternative options. He took a deep breath, straightened his jacket, and entered.

The lobby was very fancy, as he'd expected. One of the biggest law firms in the city, and he had the privilege to meet one of the partners. He had applied for the position of personal assistant, half as a joke and half out of desperation, and had been very surprised when he got a response. Even more when he got an interview with one of the partners.

He approached the only other person in the very large room, who was sitting at front desk clacking away at her computer.

"Hi, I'm Tom L-"

"Mr. Larson?" she said, without looking up from her monitor. "3 o'clock with Ms. Kenley?"

"Um, yes, that's me."

The lady continued to silently click at her keyboard. Just as he was about to speak up, the printer behind her whirred to life and she rolled her chair over to it. Out came a keycard with his name and the company logo, which she handed to him on a lanyard.

"Head down the hall and use the card to get past the turnstiles. You're gonna take the fancy elevator. Don't hit any buttons, just swipe the card again. She's expecting you."

"Thank you," Tom said, but her attention had already returned to her computer and she gave no response, ...

... so he headed down the hallway.

Again he performed his ritual of second guessing at the turnstile before heading through. the elevators were easy to find, and the "fancy elevator" was unmistakeable.

The elevator faced the outside of the building, so Tom had an amazing view of the city as the elevator took him all the way to the top. He'd always thought that the city would be his escape, but it turned out to be just as oppressive as it was back home. At least here Tom could be himself.

The elevator slowed to a stop and dinged to mark his arrival at the 39th floor. The doors opened, revealing the fanciest waiting room he'd ever seen. This time there were a few secretaries and they were chatting, but their conversation stopped short as Tom walked in. One of them whispered something to the others that elicited some giggles, then turned and came up to Tom.

"Hi, you must be Mr. Larson."

"That's me. I have an appointment with Ms. Kenley?"

"Lucky you. She's expecting you. I hope you do well, we haven't had a cute boy working here in a while. She's the room on the right."

Tom blushed at being called cute but bristled at being called a boy. He was almost thirty.

"Thank you, I guess?"

"You're certainly welcome. Best not to keep her waiting."

He went to the door she indicated and heard more giggles. When he looked back the woman who greeted him gave him two thumbs up and a smile. Once again blushing, he opened the door and got his first look at the woman who ...