The black silk jacquard shirt felt like a costume. At fifty, I prided myself on my fitness, a discipline I regretted not embracing earlier in life. Sandra, my style coach, insisted thisā¦ creation would make me appear younger. Feathers sprouted from the sleeves. I felt like a damn peacock. Still, I trusted her judgment, or at least, I tried to. What else was I supposed to do? Admit I was old? Worn down? Never.
I walked down the grand staircase, the sleek modern exposed concrete, cool beneath my expensive shoes. Each step felt heavier than the last. As I descended, a strange tingling sensation spread through my body. The air shimmered, and the black silk seemed to writhe, the feathers softening, dissolving. My vision blurred, then sharpened. The shirt, once a gothic nightmare, morphed into a simple olive silk button-down. My tailored black suit pants followed suit, becoming grey silk, clinging to newly formed muscles. A strange lightness filled me. My hands, once weathered with age, smoothed, the skin tightening. I ran a hand through my hair, surprised to find it thick, curly on top, shaved close on the sides. Gone were the silver streaks, the thinning patches. I wasā¦ younger. Twenty, maybe. At the foot of the stairs, Sandra stood beside Debora, a department head who had been circling me like a shark for months. "I told you it would work!" Sandra squealed, clapping her hands. Debora smirked, her eyes raking over me. "Well done! Now he's the perfect intern."
Intern? The word stung. I opened my mouth to protest, to remind them of my position, to unleash the full force of my CEO authority, but the words caught in my throat. Before I could find my voice, Debora cut me off. "Show your abs!" she commanded, her voice laced with amusement. The command was absurd, yetā¦ I obeyed. My fingers went to the buttons of the silk shirt, popping them open with a newfound ease. I pulled the fabric apart, exposing a washboard stomach ā where had *that* come from? ā and grinned, pride swelling in my chest as I flexed muscles I hadn't known I possessed moments ago. I struck a pose, chest out, abs flexed. What the hell? Debora threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the sterile office space. "He's no competition anymore! Just a sweet fuck boy!"
She strode forward, her heels clicking against the modern concrete floor, and brazenly grabbed my crotch. A jolt of pure, raw sensation shot through me. My cock hardened instantly, straining against the thin silk of my grey pants. Fragments of my former life, the weight of responsibility, the endless meetings, the strategic decisions, began to fade. I fought against it, clinging to the memory of my accomplishments, my power. But the transformation was relentless. āIā¦ I was the CEO,ā I stammered, the words sounding foreign, distant. Deboraās grip tightened, her thumb tracing circles against my growing bulge. āNot anymore, sweetie.ā Her eyes held a promise, a challenge. My mind, once a steel trap, now felt like a fog-filled room. "That's right, baby," Debora purred, squeezing my erection. The desire to please her, to submit to her will, consumed me. āIā¦ I want to beā¦ useful,ā I managed, the words slurring slightly. Deboraās smirk widened. āOh, you will be. Very useful.ā She tugged me closer, her lips brushing against my ear. āNow, intern. Letās see if youāre as good as you look.ā The last vestiges of my former self flickered and died. I was no longer a CEO, a titan of industry. I was just an intern. A sweet, fuckable intern - desperate to prove myself. A desperate, burning desire to reclaim my former glory flickered within me, a distant ember in the face of overwhelming lust. Someday, I would be a CEO again. But for now, I was hers. I whimpered, a sound of surrender and anticipation, as she led me toward her office. The olive silk shirt felt like a second skin, the grey silk pants a promise of pleasure to come. My mind was blank, save for the image of Debora's triumphant smile and the feel of her hand on my cock. I was an intern, and my internship was about to begin. She pushed me inside her office and slammed the door shut. "Take those off," she said, pointing at the silk pants. "Yes, Ma'am!" I responded, smiling like an idiot. I kicked off my pants and presented her with my erection. "Kneel!" she commanded. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. I could feel my mind fading away. It wouldn't be long before I was fully hers.
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