Privileges Revoked - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Privileges Revoked - Chapter 1

... invited him.

Lena Kenley, as the placard on her desk indicated, was a tall woman even while sitting. She had raven black hair tied tight into a ponytail, angular features, and dark eyes behind a pair of sharp looking glasses. She was wearing a charcoal pantsuit with blue jeweled cufflinks and matching earrings, and her nails were painted the same blue shade. Her attention was on a stack of papers she was writing on.

She gestured but did not look up. "Sit."

Tom took a seat in one of the chairs across from her. The office was intimidating; floor to ceiling windows made up the right wall, and the left wall was bookshelves filled with what he could assume were mostly law books. The wall behind her had a very large portrait of a scantily clad woman seemingly in the throes of ecstasy. Tom tried not to stare at it.

After a minute of silence, Lena finished whatever she was writing and put her pen aside. She looked at Tom and he felt her gaze pierce into his very soul. He was now terrified of this woman. He would've gotten up and left right then if he had the courage.

She wordlessly turned her gaze to her desktop and started clicking. Tom let out a sigh of relief, then hoped it wasn't loud enough for her to hear.

"Tom Larson." He froze. She was still looking at her screen. "Your resume is... disappointing." Lena pointed her gaze at him but he said nothing in response. "High school graduate, five years of college before dropping out, three other attempted career ...

... courses you abandoned. No work of any kind to speak of, other than a few months in retail. It's honestly pathetic." Her eyes once more met his. "Care to explain?"

"Yeah, I- um." All the excuses in his head melted away. "I struggle with... well, almost everything. The tasks themselves aren't hard, and when I can do them I do pretty well. It's just that I... I just can't do them."

"And you're on medication for this?"

"Yes. I've been on several for almost a decade now. It helps, but it can't get me over the final hurdle. My therapist recommended applying for disability, but I was rejected."

"And now you're penniless, living out of your car, unable to afford the medicine you need just to complete basic tasks. Is that correct?"

"I..." How did she know he was living in his car? "Yes, ma'am."

"My lady."

"Oh... um, yes, my lady."

"Tell me, Tom. What would you do if all your needs were met? Assuming you were unable to waste your hours away with video games. What would you spend your time doing?"

"I'd probably write." When she didn't respond, he went on. "I've got lots of ideas for stories in my head, and the thing I want most in this world is to get them on paper before I die. If I could, I'd spend my time doing that."

"And what's your sexuality?"

"I'm... I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to ask me that."

"If it's a problem for you, then leave. Otherwise, answer the question."

"Oh... um, I'm bi."

"Now Tom, I ran a background check on you and it ...