You take a deep breath and let your thoughts settle, the newspaper ad you looked at in the classifieds section wasn't all that descriptive. Neither of course was the phone call, a disgruntled stallion over the phone needed an assistant, someone to help around the day. The pay was more than what you'd ever hope to earn working a similar job, which meant this was someone who just needed a position filled or was going to overwork you. It's not like it mattered now, you were present at the building they asked you to be interviewed at.

A somewhat rusty warehouse, with ponies bustling as they moved boxes and crates of fruit and other food items around. You asked slightly around for directions to where your new boss would be, with most pointing at the office section behind the warehouse, neatly standing out with a staircase leading up to the door of the office. As you walked over you kept getting the feeling of worry, this stallion whoever he was, sounded like a very harsh pony. Minding the workers' expressions and the attitudes they displayed made you feel all the more frightened. Carefully stepping up the stairs you politely knock, with no response, you wait, with no response again.

Your eyes quickly dart to the doorbell, kicking yourself in the head for not seeing it you press it, a loud buzz following after it. Then a secondary buzz sounded with the electronic lock of the door opening, the door now slightly ajar. Stepping in, you take in the room, a darkened scene as opposed to outside, with soft tile paneling under your hooves. The walls are aligned with decorative wood paneling and adorned in nic nacs and books. Across the room sat a stallion in an armchair of sorts, screaming authority and power. His mane was a coffee bright orange, his coat in contrast to it, a dark smoky grey, and his eyes spoke of hard work and little sleep, with the bags being clear signs. The desk in front of him was littered with papers and other filings, and papers and documents were currently shifting around. While he does so, he speaks, breaking the silence.

"So, are you going to stand there, or sit down talk business?"

Realizing that you might have idled for too long, you take his advice and make your way to the chair opposite the desk. Sitting down, you allow your rump to dig comfortably into the soft padding of the chair.

"So." The stallion said, "You saw my ad in the papers and called for this position, yes?"

You sheepishly nod, confirming his words.

"Good," he spoke again, this time moving the papers to the side, clearing his desk off. "You'll be pleased to know you're the only applicant to have showed up."

Your chest jumps at the news, with a hopeful demeanor.

"Now, I'll be blunt with you," he says. Placing his hooves in a more mannered pose. "While I did place the ad for an assistant, I also specified stallion only, did you acknowledge that?"

You again nod, attentively listening.

"Good, see..." he rises from his chair and walks slowly to you, his hooves clip-clopping towards your general direction. "...this position I'm in, is very tiring and oftentimes not very entertaining."

With that word he places his hooves on you, slowly getting closer to you, almost too close.

With a gulp, you explain to the stallion that you do have experience with whatever work you'll be set up in.

"Oh I'm sure you are experienced, but this position is different."

Digging his hooves into your back he slightly squeezes lifting himself off you.

"I don't need an assistant," he says. "I need someone to take care of this~"

With his final word, he thrust forward, presenting a mighty yet thick cock in your view. With it throbbing and twitching inches from your face.

Calling the member anything but grossly erotic would be an understatement. It pulsed at a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat, shining and gleaming in the light of the room, the constant twitching also made the organ drip and spurt the odd amount of pre. With most of it landing on your right hindleg, soaking into your fur. It permeated a smell too, nothing putrid or disgusting, but rather a smell of work, sweat, and stallionly aroma, one that flooded your nostrils. With it, your sex began to grow, flooding with blood and slowly rising.

“The position, of course, is open, from opening to closing of this warehouse, that's a nearly 15-hour shift you’ll have to pull…” the cock in your side view retracts as the stallion eases his hooves off you.

“I hope that you understand why I asked for a stallion. I am not partial to this sexuality, and as such, I hope that outside this office you can keep a level of professionalism.” He walked back to his armchair, sat down, and pulled a cigarette from a case on the desk. “Do I make myself clear?”

You didn't exactly know how to respond to the stallion. You hadn't been sure what you were, the odd fling or so here, but around him, you seemed to know exactly what he wanted from you. His entire body and demeanor shouted dominance, subservience, and obedience, something that your own body betrayed you for, looking down your own cock was at attention. With a messy puddle of pre now stuck in your hindlegs and staining the chair under you, it pulsed and twitched at what had been said to you.

Professionalism.

That was the word you held your thoughts on. Outside of this office, you’d be the exact thing anyone would expect from this position: a stoic machine that would take tasks and complete them punctually and efficiently. In contrast, behind that door, in this room, you would be what your body wants you to be.

Looking back up to face the stallion with a subtle grin, now with cigarette lit and in his mouth, you only said what you needed to say the second you stepped hoof in the room.

“When do I get started?”

Author's Note

Definitely need to work on going for more than 1000 words, yet I also wanna keep these chapters like shorts. Jumping from one time frame to the other, yknow?