JOB INTERVIEW SUCK-CESS Part 3 (of 5) By Peter D. Rodman pdrodman@gmail.com ______________________________
SUMMARY
Part 1 -- A job applicant arrives for an interview as an executive's personal assistant. An important requirement is daily sucking off the executive. The applicant has to blow the gay personnel director who'll select the three best semi-finalist mouths to return to perform on the executive (the one who gives him the best head will be hired). Straight until now, the applicant gives it his all and makes the cut. He goes home for blow job lessons from an experienced gay man.
Part 2 -- The applicant returns a week later and gives the executive the best blow job he's ever had.
Part 3 -- The executive summons the personnel director whom the applicant blows again via a glory hole while the executive watches.
Part 4 -- The executive takes the applicant to lunch. Before dessert arrives the applicant sneaks under the table and gives the executive another blow job.
Part 5 -- The applicant's hired. While meeting with the personnel director, this time the applicant (who now realizes he's really a gay man) receives a blow job from him.
[The strong emphasis on gay male oral sex is no accident --- since it's my greatest obsession.] ______________________________
For a moment Derek Foster doesn't know what to do with himself. He's just given Richard Landon, Ph.D. --- the president and founder of Landon Enterprises (a well known Fortune 500 biotech company) a resoundingly suck-cessful blow job as part of the quest to be hired as his personal executive assistant. And now the man's left to take a quick shower and change clothes --- mainly because the intense oral manipulations Derek administered during the course of a half hour left the man drenched in sweat (the response of his body to what Derek did to him being that strong). Derek figures he has at least fifteen minutes to himself.
He considers getting out his cell phone and calling Eric Schultz --- two time zones away from Denver back East in Philadelphia --- to report on how it went. Eric's spent most of the last week in an intense training regimen teaching Derek to suck cock at an advanced and sophisticated level like a seasoned pro. Derek took right to it --- he applied himself with dedication, worked hard, wouldn't quit (even when the going got really tough, especially in the difficult session that conquered his gag reflex), and learned quickly and well --- judging by what he just accomplished it's really paid off and he knows the effort he put into it wasn't wasted. And now he can deep throat the biggest, longest dicks with the best of them --- those who can do that form an extremely elite and exclusive club with very few members.
Eric and Derek --- what a team, they joked upon meeting just one week ago --- teacher and pupil --- master and apprentice --- dynamic duo --- and then they got right down to what had brought them together --- the serious business of blow jobs between men. Eric never quit pushing and challenging his student, but wisely did so in a manner that didn't incite anger, resentment, or frustration.
Derek knows there's plenty more Eric can still teach him about the challenging art of sucking cocks at the most advance level imaginable. There's also a lot of little adjunct lessons and fine nuances Derek hopes to master --- things like how to put a condom onto a cock without hands, using only your mouth, when the condom's gonna be used to collect cum for eating later --- the best method for extracting cum collected in one out of a condom so all of it can be eaten without losing any --- how to liberate men from their mid-body clothing hands free using only your mouth --- how to collect and freeze cum and then thaw it properly later for the best results in terms of how close it'll be to the original never frozen version --- how to convince a hesitant straight man into letting you give him a blow job (that sounds like pure salesmanship at its best). They're all useful skills that'll set him apart and make him stand out from the pack.
A week earlier Derek had to suck off Kent Lancer, the personnel director, well enough to earn a spot as one of three finalists invited back to give Dr. Landon a blow job. He was on his own for that one and luckily made the cut. But that's when he decided he'd better get some help, so he left Denver, flew back to Philly, and was fortunate enough to immediately locate Eric to benefit from his expertise, skills, knowledge, experience, and services.
Well, Dr. Landon did invite him to pass through a door and check out the office his personal assistant occupies, so he decides to do just that. Derek's impressed as soon as he enters --- and it's clear the room's currently unoccupied. It's a beautiful office --- spacious, with a great view --- he notices shades at the top of the windows that can be lowered when something intimate and private might be taking place behind the locked door. The décor seems to be a style Derek somehow associates with Frank Lloyd Wright --- not that he knows all that much about design. But, as with every single thing he's seen so far (in two trips to Denver now) connected with the name Landon, it's solid, sturdy, well-maintained, clean, uncluttered, smooth, tasteful, elegant, aesthetic, graceful, pleasing to the eye, well designed, well planned, well executed, high quality, and in a final word, expensive --- but not gaudy, ostentatious, overblown, overdone, flashy, or vulgar. This outfit has tons of money and it shows, but in a manner that only exudes true class.
Derek notes that besides two chairs for visitors in front of the desk there's a sitting area with a comfortable-looking sofa. That takes hold of his mind and now he knows what he wants to whip out --- it isn't his cell phone. Derek's only starting to realize that if he gets the job and spends a lot of time each day giving Dr. Landon the blow jobs he so clearly craves and loves, it's also going to make and keep him horny himself --- which could lead to a lot of personal frustration without a healthy, satisfying (and for Derek that means non-solo) outlet for his own regular release. A week ago Derek was not into other men with big dicks and sucking on hard cocks and eating cum --- but a lot's changed in his life in a short span of time. Sucking off Dr. Landon just now, Derek had a huge hardon of his own straining against the cloth confines of his briefs and pants. The sofa seems to invite him over --- Derek lies down on it, unzips, gets his dick out, and sets out to jerk himself off and eat his own cum. His personal philosophy is that taking care of himself alone is better than not getting off at all, but just barely --- unfortunately there are times when he's forced to turn to it as a last resort, and this seems to be one of them.
That mission accomplished, now he enters the attractive bathroom --- it has a shower --- to clean up. While not drenched, he did work up a sweat from the effort he put forth during the time he devoted to sucking off Dr. Landon. He lacks any fresh clothes to change into, but he strips to the waist and proceeds to wash up and then re-dresses. He doesn't put his sweaty undershirt back on, though. He considers his options about what to do with it, and in the end decides to hell with it and throws it in the trash can. It isn't worth worrying about.
Derek makes his way back to Dr. Landon's office, gets himself a glass of water, and plops himself down in a cozy chair in the seating area near the fireplace. In a few moments Dr. Landon enters from his private quarters. He looks totally re-vitalized and the way he did --- although he's wearing different clothes now --- before Derek got down on his knees before him and blew him to smithereens.
The men exchange smiles. "You look refreshed," Dr. Landon tells him.
"So do you --- I took your advice and washed up in the rest room," Derek tells him.
"How do you like the office?" Dr. Landon asks.
"The one that possibly could be mine, you mean?" Derek counters. He wants to say `the one that will be mine' but he doesn't want to be too rash.
"Precisely," is the response.
"It's great," and Derek pauses. "I think I could be very content working there."
Dr. Landon lets that drop --- instead he tells Derek, "Follow me and I'll give you a tour of my inner sanctuary."
It's a stunningly attractive suite with everything one could want. There's a pleasant sitting room with another fireplace and a baby grand piano, a well-stocked bar, a small state-of-the-art kitchen, a modest dining room, a bedroom with a walk-in closet and a king-sized bed, a large bathroom, a sauna, a hot tub, a home theater, a library/den/study with walls filled with books and a computer in an alcove, and a large balcony/patio. The rooms are furnished and decorated following a warm, inviting, Southwestern theme, and there are lots of windows with great views.
Dr. Landon ends the tour telling Derek the entire suite is soundproof, invites him to sit down in the den (with the books), and offers him a drink. He asks for a whiskey sour.
"Sometimes I ask Miss Simpson to mix at the bar, but I'm just as happy to handle it myself," Dr. Landon says as he leaves. While he's gone Derek scans the shelves --- it's quite an eclectic collection: history, science, politics, art, geography, mathematics, poetry, business tomes, and lots of novels (quality ones, not beach reading trash).
The mention of Miss Simpson makes Derek realize he hasn't thought of her since he last saw her about an hour ago, something that definitely would not have been the case before. Is he still a `red hot blooded man who can't stop thinking about women'? Something in his basic makeup's been fundamentally altered, and he can't answer in the affirmative. Now he thinks about the possibility of sex with striking men much more than with women he formerly would have thought desirable. Of course, with the men it really means oral sex. And when he's focused on men he finds himself forgetting about women. And if and when he does think about a woman, it seems like now the only thing he really wants is a blow job from her --- his interest in a standard fuck has waned considerably, and indeed, is barely there at all these days. And now whenever the possibility of getting a blow job from a woman arises, he's going to be wondering if she's as accomplished at giving head as he is himself. And dare he offer her instruction on how to do it if he's the one who's better at it? Now that he's come to understand from Eric what a truly outstanding blow job encompasses, he realizes he usually been settling for quite a bit less than that, and now of course it's also altered the standards of what he wants to experience himself when someone else goes down on his own big hard dick. In many ways his life was a lot simpler before he ever came to Denver --- but there's no turning around and going back now. And more and more he's deciding, realizing, and coming to terms with the idea that he must really be a gay man. Or maybe the part about still sometimes wanting a woman to suck him off makes him a bisexual? He isn't at all sure.
Derek's also quite surprised, shocked, and mystified to discover he's spent the last nine years --- he's twenty-four now and lost his virginity when he was fifteen (in one of those `Mrs. Robinson' affairs with an older, experienced, married woman) --- constantly and regularly having sex without ever knowing that he apparently has whatever it takes in him to be a fabulous cocksucker. He just can't get over it --- it seems so amazing when he thinks about it.
Dr. Landon returns with two drinks, and they casually sit and chat for a bit, enjoying the expansive and scenic view out the windows. This is low key, getting to know one another talk, and Derek's careful since Kent warned him last week not to specifically ask Dr. Landon anything too personal, and nothing about his family.
"I think we should go to lunch soon," Dr. Landon offers, "if that would suit you."
"Absolutely."
"My treat," and Dr. Landon smiles as he says it. "Do you like Mexican food?"
"You bet," Derek truthfully replies.
"The place I have in mind's my favorite --- with the best Mexican chef in Denver, if not all of Colorado. You won't find better Mexican food anywhere. And the margaritas are fabulous."
"Sounds great."
"There's only one thing I have to do first and then we can go."
"What's that?" Derek asks, and then realizes perhaps he's being too inquisitive and shouldn't be so forward.
But Dr. Landon doesn't seem to mind. "Watch you at work."
"I don't understand," Derek says.
"You will soon enough," Dr. Landon replies. "Excuse me a moment while I make a call. I'll be back shortly." And with that he leaves the den.
He makes his way to his office so Derek won't be able to hear him and calls Kent.
"How'd he do?" the man says right away, recognizing Dick's voice. "I'm dying to know."
"Absolutely incredible --- hands down, the best I've ever had --- anywhere --- ever --- from anyone."
"Jesus!" Kent's taken back. "He was damned good last week, but not that good. Something must have happened between now and then."
"Maybe he was holding back, keeping something in reserve --- saving the best for when he really needed to put out --- part of his strategy or something."
"So he's the one," Kent says --- the one who gets the job.
"Damned right! No contest --- he blew those other two right out of the water."
"You sound quite pleased."
"He was astounding. Takes it completely in --- swallows it all --- and I really mean all! ---and makes it look easy. Holds still and has you use his mouth like you were in a woman. Finishes you off with this combination hand-mouth move that's absolutely lethal. Swallows at the end like it's his favorite food in the world and he can't possibly get enough."
"I like him the best, too --- I've been hoping he'd be the one."
"We're about to go to lunch, but before we do I want you to come into my inner sanctuary. I'm gonna put the special pocket door in place so you can step up to the plate with your bat out. I want to watch him at work on his knees as he makes you hit a grand slam home run with and in his mouth."
"I'll be right there," Kent says, unable to keep the rising excitement he's feeling out of his voice. "And this reminds me of something I want to bring up with you."
"Which is?"
"Have you thought this through? This guy exudes a raw and powerful masculine sexuality. Just like you I think he needs it a lot himself --- and I bet he's used to getting it, too. He's gonna get frustrated very quickly making you happy several times a day with no outlet for his own needs --- and a solo session in the bathroom isn't going to cut it. It doesn't work for you, and it doesn't work for him --- for the kind of man he is --- either."
"How do you know that? How do you know what kind of man he is?"
"Get real," Kent answers.
"What in hell are you suggesting? That I"
"Not you! --- me!" Kent interrupts his boss --- who was starting to raise his voice --- and prevents him from finishing his sentence.
"Go on," Dick tells him, a little calmer now.
"I think Derek and I can operate a very tidy and convenient private oral two-man mutual admiration society --- help each other out --- take care of some of each other's needs --- solve our hard problems ---with our mouths."
"How long have you been plotting this?"
"What do you think?" Kent answers the question with another one. "One week, to be precise. And don't forget, you were the one who had me test the water."
"You had no complaints about the screening task --- you certainly weren't suffering," Dick tells him. "And what if I had chosen one of the other men?"
"Then I'd be out of luck --- neither one of them really appealed all that much to me."
"Me either, to tell the truth," Dick responds. "Bland personalities --- sure they could give good head --- a lot better than average --- can't deny that --- but still, nothing like Derek Foster --- he's out of this world."
"A happy and contented Derek Foster --- who has a non-solo way to relieve his own daily needs and thereby avoid building up too much frustration --- will be a much more valuable employee," Kent pushes.
"As will a happy and content Kent Lancer, no doubt," Dick says in a tone that makes Kent think he must be smiling.
"I knew you'd figure that out," Kent says back.
"Well, at one point I did see an incredible bulge in his pants," Dick admits. "I suppose providing service can make a man need it for himself as well. So you're asking for my blessing --- my permission?"
"You know I wouldn't do anything like this behind your back," Kent tells him.
"Which brings up the question: just what would -- or do --- you do behind my back?" Dick parries.
"If you knew that it wouldn't be behind your back any longer," Kent teases back.
"OK --- one thing though."
"What's that?" Kent asks.
"I'd like you to keep it to once a day, if possible," Dick tells him.
"That may be hard but I'll do my best."
"That's my man. Now get over here for a treat. I want him to do to you what he did to me."
"Right. My bulge is growing already. See you soon!" Kent's excited and his dick is indeed stiffening.
"And don't forget --- it's soundproof here and you can scream all you want. And you will by the time he finishes with you."
"Reminds me --- I want my office soundproofed --- more than another bonus. Unless Derek and I do it in your office or inner sanctuary it looks --- and sounds --- like it's really gonna be necessary now. You've been promising me for months."
"OK --- OK --- you win. Now get over here before I change my mind."
"Yes sir!" Kent says without hiding any of his enthusiasm and elation.
Derek's rambling musings are interrupted by Dr. Landon returning to the room, apologizing for being away longer than he expected. He offers to refresh his drink, but Derek isn't interested.
"I want to show you something special about this room," Dr. Landon says. "For privacy there are pocket doors in the walls that can slide out to close it off."
He goes over to a control panel to demonstrate. "I push this button," and he does as he says the words, "and the doors come out like this." They smoothly glide `till they meet in the center of the doorway space, closing the wide entry way into the room.
"One door panel never changes, but there's something very un-traditional about the other one." He pauses and then continues. "It's a specially designed and custom made system --- with the use of this key" which he shows in his hand "one actually has a choice of three other ones coming in from one side --- and unlike the one on the other side, they all have special, strategically placed and sized openings in them. Let me demonstrate."
He inserts the key into the control panel, and rotating through them one at a time, in no hurry he shows Derek all three off the special door panels as they individually glide to place to close the room. One has a small hole at just the right level for an averaged-sized man standing behind it to poke his cock only through. The next one has a medium opening, big enough for a man's cock and his balls. The last one has an opening so big a sucker's entire head could fit through it if need be to reach what's on the other side.
"What do you think?" Dr. Landon asks him.
"Glorious," Derek replies, tongue in cheek.
"OK," Dr. Landon laughs, "I guess I asked for that." He sets the middle one back in place. "This one's my favorite --- not too little, not too small."
"As Goldilocks says, `this one's just right'," Derek says.
Dr. Landon goes on. "Ever use one of these?" he speaks while pointing to the hole.
"Sort of."
"What does that mean?"
"We had one in the basement of my fraternity house in college."
"You don't say --- that's certainly interesting --- how was it used?" Dr. Landon asks him. How do you think it was used? Derek wants to say back --- but he doesn't.
"When you were a freshmen pledge you had to get a young woman to work it and take on all the members, one after another. It wasn't easy --- if you couldn't talk a girlfriend into doing it --- and few could --- you had to pay a woman to do it. I remember one desperate guy even trying to recruit his sister."
"How many men would that be --- during pledge week?"
"It wasn't a large fraternity --- I guess about twenty," Derek tells him.
"What happened in your case?" Dr. Landon wants to know.
"I spent sixth months of my spending money paying the woman I finally got to do it. And to keep it from being too easy no woman --- paid or not --- could do it more than once."
"And after pledging was over, it never later happened that the knees on the floor in front of the glory hole were a man's?"
"Being realistic, as horny as guys in college are, I suppose it probably did at some point --- but never that I directly knew of," Derek answers. "A lot of guys wanting to get off will stand at one of those holes and not really care who's on the other side on their knees."
"And some men," Dr. Landon comments, "never lose that degree and level of being horny ev'ry single day --- long after their college days have ended."
"Right," is Derek's terse response --- as he thinks to himself 'you and me both'.
"Let me show you something else," Dr. Landon says, still standing by the control panel. "Watch the ceiling near the pocket doors." After his fingers make some manipulations at the control pad there's a momentary soft hum as two panels in the ceiling slide open and a length of chain lowers from each previously hidden compartment that's been revealed. They're positioned at the right areas for the man standing at the glory hole to be near if he spreads his arms apart and raises them, and when he puts them up he'll be able to grab, grasp, and hold onto a looped leather strap secured at the end of each chain, one for his right hand and one for the other. The panels have been carefully constructed to be virtually unnoticeable when closed, seamless when they're found in place in the ceiling.
"Ever been to a rodeo and seen the cowboys --- bronco busters --- riding the bulls in the ring, holding on for dear life with one hand to a length of rope? This is sort of like that, only you get to hold on with both hands --- when the guy on his knees on the other side is taking you for a ride --- hopefully the ride of your life. And there're also two ceiling panels like this that slide open to allow straps to grip to drop down on the other side, too --- since you don't always know which side the stander'll be on and which one the kneeler will be on."
It's easy enough, Derek thinks to himself, to pretend that soundproofing a room's being done to keep outside noises from bothering those inside --- but what must the workers who end up installing things like these chains hanging from above and sliding pocket doors with glory holes in them think? What keeps them from spreading the word about what they know? It remains an unanswered question.
A moment later sounds made by someone else can now be heard. A door opens, then there're footsteps, and Derek's not surprised to see a familiar, fully erect, substantial cock poke through the hole.
"And who might this be?" he asks Dr. Landon teasingly.
"As if you don't know," is the answer he receives. "You also know what to do."
Derek moves to position himself directly in front of the glory hole and once again finds himself on his knees. In spite of all the other cocks he's worked on this past week he recognizes this one as Kent's. Maybe it's like losing your virginity and you never forget the first one you ever suck. While he's not an expert judge of size yet, knowing Dr. Landon has nine inches, he suspects this one, like his own, measures in at eight. It's plenty to work with, and already Derek doesn't really want to blow a dick that can't go past his tonsils and lodge in his throat --- from his viewpoint as a sucker it's simply not as rewarding if it's shorter.
Only the big cock is projecting through the opening in the wood of the door panel, so Derek reaches through the hole with a hand, scooping out Kent's balls and pulling them out of his pants and through the open space to join his cock. And then Derek starts in on them, sucking, licking, stroking, nuzzling, repeatedly taking them one at a time completely into his mouth. And the moans of pleasure originating from the other side of the door just keep getting stronger, longer, more pronounced, and louder. In no hurry, Derek keeps on stimulating and sucking and gently licking the man's balls. His hands aren't idle either, squeezing and pumping the cock shaft over and over as his mouth works on the jewels hanging beneath.
At last he moves on to the shaft. He licks, strokes, and guzzles ev'ry bit of it, the entire surface, drowning it in saliva. Approaching from both sides at a ninety-degree angle, he takes it in between his lips and sucks and gently chews on it, moving up and down the entire length. Because of the angle he turns his body for that, Dr. Landon's able to see that once again Derek's own dick must be plenty hard to judge by the significant bulge in his pants. As the older man looks hard at Derek's basket he even thinks it may be throbbing a bit. Kent's cock is certainly throbbing and significantly pulsing a lot. As Derek spends so much time lavishing extensive oral attention ev'rywhere except the head of his dick, Kent starts repeatedly chanting "please --- please --- oh, please" --- and Derek wonders `please what?' please move on to the tip? please let me cum? not yet buddy --- all in good time. By now Kent's dick head's a deep, angry, purple-red color and numerous drops of precum are starting to flow out of the slit.
Finally Derek does move on to the tip. With his hands he spends some time playing with Kent's foreskin, and then he brings his mouth to it, working his tongue beneath it. After that sucking the cock in earnest ensues. In and out, he lowers and then withdraws his mouth onto the hard dick, bit by bit taking ever more of it inside his mouth, deeper and deeper. Kent can't see it but he can tell what's happening and he's in ecstasy. Finally it's all the way in. Derek pauses to keep it there for a while, savoring the feel of the big cock in his throat while his hands play with the man's balls. And then a prolonged sequence of repeated deep throating strokes takes place. Over and over Derek plunges all the way down on it and then withdraws `till only the tip's left in his mouth, varying the speed and rhythm. When only the tip's engulfed he spends time licking and stroking it with his tongue.
Most men in the midst of a shattering blow job reach a point where without noticing it or planning it or thinking about it, their hips are bucking forward and backward the way they will when fucking --- it's just automatic, something that happens. Kent's doing it now, and Derek simply stops doing anything with his mouth and lets the man fuck his face. There's no resistance or gagging, and Kent keeps pushing his dick deeper and deeper and faster and faster into the willing mouth, doing what comes naturally and following his biological instincts.
The panel doors don't block the familiar sounds --- that keep getting louder and more desperate --- of an impending orgasm. There's ev'ry indication it'll be a massive one. Kent's groaning, grunting, rambling incoherently, breathing hard and fast, moaning, squealing, and there're plenty of small but growing, intense screams.
Derek quits being passive and goes back into sucking motion on the cock. For a while Kent's still thrusting at the same time but it subsides. And then Derek's ready to go all out for the climax, starting the same hand-mouth combination spiral twist strokes that put Dr. Landon over the top. And the same happens for the personnel director. A loud scream erupts as cum shoots from the convulsing dick in strong and numerous spurts to fill Derek's mouth. Derek likes to think of cum at such moments as `white lava' --- the way it explodes like a volcanic eruption and flows. Neither of them can see how Kent's head's fully arched back as he lets loose (with both his ultimate scream and his hefty cum discharge), nor can they notice how hard he's pulling and holding onto the hanging leather loops with his hands. Gradually the intensity subsides and now the man's whimpering as his body starts to recover.
Scientists are trained to observe, and Dr. Landon's done just that, carefully watching the entire blow job, stunned by what he's seen (the objective scientist in him has noted that it basically took twenty minutes). He's awestruck, feeling he's been witnessing a consummate artist in peak form at work. Until today he'd never known a blow job could be like this, and now that he's had a taste of it he certainly wants more --- it's left him extremely eager for a lot more (Kent's experiencing the same emotions). He also realizes he's been set up for disappointment in the future when a blow job isn't like the one he and Kent`ve received today --- and more often than not, that's more likely to be the case.
At the same time he's also feeling a little uneasy and somewhat disturbed by how much he's enjoyed watching --- he's no stranger to porn, but the oral videos he's experienced have always featured a woman going down on a man and vice versa. He realizes he's seen everything Derek did to him earlier except for the position change when he lay down on the desk to be face-fucked, and he's incredibly impressed by all of it. Indeed, it's been eye-opening, immensely stimulating, and highly educational --- he's really learned a lot very quickly from it. And it's made his own dick hard again to see Derek in action.
Derek withdraws and turns to face Dr. Landon. Completely on purpose, he's avoided swallowing so he can open his mouth and let the cum filling it be seen, which he now slowly does. He slips an index finger into his mouth and moves it around the cum on his tongue --- then he withdraws the finger with a big glob of the white stuff on it --- as it starts to flow down the finger he brings it back to his mouth and erotically licks it up. Knowing he has a captive audience, finally he deliberately swallows all the cum in his mouth, taking several strong and long gulps to do so. Dr. Landon watches in rapture, mesmerized and totally turned on by what he's seeing.
Derek smiles and turns back to Kent's dick, giving it some gentle licks and oral caresses as it softens. Finally Kent moves back and they can hear him getting his cock and balls back into his pants and zipping up. Without a word he leaves and they hear his footsteps fading as he gets farther away --- and then there's the sound of a door closing.
Dr. Landon simply doesn't know what to say at this moment --- and so, uncharacteristically for him, for a while anyway he doesn't speak. He goes to the control panel and presses the right buttons --- Derek watches the chains and leather gripping straps retract and then the ceiling panels move back to hide the openings, wondering how long it might be before they're needed again. As the pocket doors glide back into the walls Derek feels quite pleased that there isn't any cum spilled on the carpet needing to be cleaned up --- he made sure he swallowed ev'ry single drop. He also thinks tile would be much more practical in this spot for times when there is a mess to be dealt with (he imagines licking it up off the floor if some of it ended up there) --- maybe he should suggest it. But then again, he doesn't want to be too forward --- he hasn't been offered the job yet (but how could he not be, he's also thinking --- and rightly so). Once again Derek senses he's given a superb blow job --- as indeed he has. The term meta-cognition refers to the skill of self-evaluation, and it's something heavily promoted in business school. Derek's used to exercising it, just not in this context.
So, as Doctor Landon wanted, he's seen Derek at work first hand --- he said they'd go to lunch after that. Derek suddenly finds the man he hopes will be his new boss looking right at his face --- they make eye contact and break into broad smiles. "Come on," Dr. Landon beckons. "I know you've just had a great meal, but let's so get some of the other kind of food." Derek nods in agreement and follows as Dr. Landon leads the way. As they pass through Dr. Landon's office Derek stops to retrieve the coat to his suit and puts it back on, and then they're off.