Scene Under a Desk (Futa/m reluc)

The commenters on my other stories have been most kind, so here is something else new. It also is to appear on Literotica.

Jason adjusted his tie one more time, resisted the urge to glance back at the receptionist, then rapped as confidently as he could on the large door.

“Come in,” came the faint sound of a voice heavily muffled by the door. Jason reached nervously for the door handle, and gave it a turn.

The office inside was lushly appointed – a thick burgundy-colored carpet, a large window flanked by heavy drapes overlooking a wooded ravine, a small glass conference table, and plush couch and chairs by themselves to one side. Before the window was a large, heavy wooden desk of the old-fashioned style, crisply appointed with two computer monitors and a neat stack of papers. A brass nameplate read “KATHY BYERS, CEO”.

Behind the desk sat a tall, slender, professional-looking woman in her early forties. Everything about her looked cold and corporate, from her shoulder-length black hair to her thin, round glasses and dark suit. Full lips were pursed together in a tight expression of intense concentration, as she sat bolt upright behind the desk, typing on her keyboard. “Well?” Kathy asked brusquely, not looking up as Jason entered the room. His shoes made no sound on the soft carpet.

“Ms. Byers? I'm Jason Kobell. From Medfield University.” He shifted nervously in his interview suit. “I was assigned as your intern for this semester, um, in the business school's Forward Placement program, and --”

Kathy looked up for the first time, and stopped typing. Her dark-eyed gaze was piercing, and was followed a split second later by a cold, formal smile. “You're the new boy?” she asked, looking faintly amused.

Jason started to approach the desk, then hesitated, wondering if this was bad etiquette. He fumbled in the file folder he was carrying instead. “Uh... Yes, Ms. Byers, I'm Jason Kobell.” Nervous fingers found what he was looking for. “I have a letter from Dean Goldman which –“

Kathy's eyes flicked up and down him once more, and then went back to her computer screen. “My new intern,” she said crisply, cutting him off. “All right. Close the door.”

Jason quickly closed the door, cringing as it bounced slightly in the frame with a brassy clang. “I'm a junior... I'm majoring in accounting,” he said, trying a smile. Kathy said nothing, and began to type once more. After a pause, he went on, shifting the folder around nervously. “It's really an honor to get to intern at Bannerman McFey, and especially, you know, as assistant to the CEO.” Realizing that he was talking too fast, Jason tried to calm down. “I really hope that –“

“Yeah,” said Kathy, sounding disinterested, though she let her contemptuous gaze drift over to him once again. “Come over here. Let's talk about your duties.” Nervously, Jason approached.

In frank, contemptuous tones, Kathy to