Coco felt at home the second she walked into the large office building. It was modern, the occupants were fashion friendly, and the decorations were amazing. She knew which floor she was going to the top floor or the main office of Hoity Toity's nationally recognized fashion magazine.

It also so happened that that man was in the same elevator: He was professionally dressed and had that stench of superiority with him.

"I must say: where did you get that exquisite necklace?"

"I received it as a gift from Fancy Pants," Coco answered.

The conversation turned to the fact that Coco was the girl that was interviewing for the writer position. He lead her through the high-paced, busy room and towards his personal office. He locked the door behind her and closed the blinds, concealing them from view from the room. The daylight from his large window was the only source of light.

Hoity Toity began by systematically destroying Coco's resume. He questioned everything about it, but at the same time he gave advice on how to make it better. He praised Rarity, and considered her an 'up-and-coming designer', and consoled Coco for being an apprentice of Suri, and called her 'the bitchiest bitch I have ever bitched about'.

"Now, I need you to strip naked."

"What?"

"Measurements, dear. If I don't hire you for this position, I'm more than willing to see if you are model material."

It was awkward to strip in front of the guy, but he seemed uninterested in her sexually. Measurements were taken, and he seemed impressed by her figure.

"You can get dressed... Unless you want to impress me even more."

"Like?" Coco asked. She knew what was coming, and she didn't like it.

"I'm gay actually. But, if you don't mind with a little 'stress relief?'

He is gay but wants me to have sex with him? How does that...

Without ceremony, Hoity Toity reached into his desk and pulled out a strap-on.

Ah.

Coco experimented in college, so she was familiar how it worked to a point. Which made the whole ramming his ass easier than if she had not done that before? The lube that Hoity provided was top class, judging from the price tag on the bottle.

Hoity was hard, and was rubbing his cock on the table with every thrust that Coco provided. As she continued, Hoity was holding onto the desk, giving off small, pleasurable grunts.

Although the act began to make Coco's hips a bit sore, it did not deter her from having a conversation about fashion while pumping the black, silicone rod into Hoity.

"I must say Coco, you know your style!" He said as the strap-on continued to slide effortlessly into him.

"But, I am close to climax, please be a dear and finish it?" He asked in desperation.

Coco agreed and trusted as hard as she could, and only stopped when she heard a longer groan and the sound of his semen splattering on the tile floor below.

After putting their clothes on, followed by a quick clean up of the room by Hoity's personal burly, shirtless janitor, it was back to business as usual.

"So, about your education..."

Author's Note

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