Elevator Pitch
Liam, in light blue pants, a white shirt, and suede loafers, stood before the corporate counter, his voice a desperate whisper. “Please, just five minutes with HR. An internship, that’s all I ask.” He shifted his weight, the polished marble reflecting his hopeful, nervous face. A figure emerged from a side office, a dark suit flowing, silk shirt gleaming. The CEO, a man whose presence commanded immediate attention, paused, his gaze sweeping over Liam. “An internship, you say?” The CEO’s voice, a low rumble, cut through the hushed lobby. He gestured towards a waiting elevator, its doors already parting. “Step inside. You have thirty seconds.” Liam, heart thrumming, stumbled into the opulent space, the CEO following. The doors slid shut, sealing them in. “I’m here for the intern position. I’m incredibly committed and eager to learn.” A faint smile touched the CEO’s lips. “...and gay.” Liam blinked, a strange current tracing his skin. “No…” But the word caught in his throat. His light blue pants darkened, fabric thickening, transforming into rich black wool. The white shirt became silk, unbuttoned just so, like the CEO's. His suede loafers morphed into sleek, polished leather. A sudden, undeniable warmth spread through his groin, an unfamiliar stir. The CEO’s eyes, dark and intense, held him captive. Before Liam could untangle the sudden, bewildering shift in his own body, the CEO leaned in, a hand cupping the back of Liam’s neck. Their lips met, firm and demanding. Liam’s mind reeled, the scent of expensive cologne filling his senses, the taste of power on the CEO’s tongue. He had entered the elevator, a straight, hopeful young man seeking a start, and in the span of a few floors, he emerged forever changed, a trophy in the CEO's grasp.