CHAPTER VIII: THE INTERVIEW

Thirty minutes later after he had left Lyra's condominium building, Hero is already parking his bike in his special spot at his workplace. That was actually a record time since he usually takes an hour to get there from school. Lyra’s condo unit was further away.

Whenever he’s deep in thought, he would always speed through the roads, letting the fast winds and velocities drive away his problems. Usually, it worked.

Tonight, it didn’t.

”Heya, boss. The newbie’s already in the interview room,” greeted Nick, his huge bodyguard. There was a good dose of enthusiasm and mischievousness in his voice, and Hero knew why. “And she’s already signed the waiver.”

”How long has she been there?” was Hero’s curt reply, taking off his leather jacket and handing it to the large, eager man who can pass for Drax the Destroyer, complete with complexion issues.

Nick hangs the jacket in a nearby hidden closet, ”Around an hour or so. Why?”

”I just don’t want to deal with any kind of bullshit right now.”

“Nah, this one looks tame. But she’s pretty.”

Fuck, that’s just great! It’s the tame pretty ones that I really hate dealing with, to be honest. But at least, this means it will be a fast session. Good thing too cause there’s someone waiting for me after this “interview”…

Hero starts to walk up to one of the large gaudily-colored double doors in the well-lighted first ground floor corridor, Nick keeping time to the young man’s long strides.

The bulky guardsman notices that his charge was wearing just a simple white t-shirt instead of his usual work attire of coat and tie, ”You gonna need to fix up, Boss?”

”Nope, already finished this afternoon,” Hero states seriously. “Besides, there’s less to take off with this outfit.”

It takes Nick a few moments to get what his master meant. As Hero opens the doors to the interview room, he hears the bear-sized bodyguard guffawing loud and strong.

”Damn… less time to take off. That’s a good one, Sir.”

Hero smirks at him, then walks into the large glittery room filled with fluffy sofa seats, lounges, and a huge glass coffee table in the middle. Everything in this enclosed area screamed bright violet or neon lavender color.

In the midst of all the furnishings, decor, and accessories within the room was a slightly busty girl with short, dyed blond hair. She demurely sat in the middle of the largest couch which was attached to the room's farthest wall, her hands folded on her knees.

Shit, she's definitely not my type. But what the hell... Nothing personal, it's just business.

The lass smiles shyly at him but his expression remains grim as he closes the door. Nick’s laugh is still resounding from the corridor and is spilling into the room. Hero touches a wall switch and the area is filled with sexy saxophone music that’s a tad too loud for ambiance.

”What’s your name?”

”T-Tina, sir.”

He then takes one of the crystal decanters from the nearest mini-bar, along with two brandy glasses. Hero places these on the table before throwing himself on the couch with his legs wide open, right beside the now-shocked lady.

”How old are you? And don't lie to me...”

”I just turned 19 six months ago, Sir,” was her almost voiceless reply.

Yep, she's definitely not lying.

The young man places a hand on the girl’s bare knee, slightly raising the hem of her spaghetti-strapped red mini dress, and starts to knead her thigh. He could see that she is already grimacing, as he knew she would.

“Hmmm… really now? And why would you want to work here considering you’re still in your teens, girl?”

While waiting for her answer, Hero pours a drink for both of them and gives her one of the glasses. He swigs his drink, taking it all in with one gulp. Meanwhile, Tina stares at the amber-colored liquid as if it was a landmine that was about to blow up in her face.

”Well? I’m waiting for your answer, Tina.”

The girl starts a bit, then takes a deep breath before answering, “I really need the money, sir. I want to go to college but my father is sick.”

”And you think this is the best way for you to make a buck?”

”I heard the work is not that hard, Sir.”

Hero grunted while throwing the girl a mocking look, “Not that hard, huh? But what if I do this?”

He puts an arm around the started young lady and grabs her shoulder. Once he had a firm grip, he draws her to him in a very tight embrace. Meanwhile, his other hand was already squeezing one of her mid-sized breasts.

”You still think this work is easy, huh girl? I think you’ll be changing your mind when I’m done with you!"

The young woman squeals in panic and, a few seconds later, in terror! She tries to fight the muscular man who was now pushing her down into the soft fluffy couch while using his knee to spread her legs apart. And yes, she fought hard but the powerful male on top of her proved to be so much stronger.

Hero, meanwhile, was seeing a very different view below him as he starts to pull down the woman’s dress to reveal her round boobs and peach-pink nipples. He was suddenly viewing long, dark hair, larger bouncy breasts, a mature womanly face, and a more tanned complexion. Her voice was not a high-pitched squeaking anymore, but a more feminine and melodious vocalization.

To his eyes, Tina was no longer there…

Lyra, I want you. If you only know how fucking much…

”SSSSIIIIIRRR!!! PLEASE, PLEEEEAAASSSE STOP! NOOOOO!”

You signed the waiver Lyra, so you can’t stop me from doing what I want with you. That’s how it works here in the Midnight Resort and you should have known better!

Hero starts sucking on what he thought are Lyra’s plump nipples, while his fingers start feeling between those feminine legs which were kicking up a storm around him.

”HHHHELP MEEEE!!! ANYONE PLEEEEEASE!!! STOP IIIIIT!!! HAVE MERCY! LET ME GOOOO!!! SIIIIRRR!!!”

The randy young man is now completely lost in the mental imagery of his professor underneath him, half-naked and screaming bloody murder. In his mind, she was fighting him off with such ferocity that he feels himself hardening even more.

He unzips his pants and struggles to pull out his now rigid shaft so he can insert it in his reluctant interviewee’s open mouth since he can’t seem to get to her pussy.

“NOOOOOO!!! SSSIIIIRRR!!! I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAAAAN’T!!!

Keep still, Lyra! You are now MINE! Do you hear me? ALL MINE!