The Interview – Apprentice White, Master Snow
I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared as when I walked into that room. I think I knew that everything depended on my interview. I had to make a good impression. I was desperate to join the Order, and for months and months I thought of nothing else. I knew it would be a life changing experience. That’s why learnings are like gold dust – beautiful, rare and easy to lose.
I was told not to guess at the types of questions I would be asked. I bought a new suit, a starched white shirt, and about five ties because I didn’t know which one was the most elegant. I opted for a blue striped tie – not too fat, not too thin, blue to match my eyes – and then spent hours in front of the mirror trying to perfect the knot.
I kept seeing my reflection in the windows as I walked towards the interrogation room. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked so grown up and handsome! No one could tell me that I wasn’t looking for the role.
The interview room was dazzling white. White furniture and rugs with white drapes lining the walls. It smelled expensive in a sort of masculine way, like the perfume that often wafts over you when a rich-looking older man passes you on the street.
And I think I found that man.
He was sitting on one of the chairs. I was shocked at how handsome he looked in his white suit. With my head shaved and my beard neatly trimmed, I remembered that I’ve been questioning my sexuality lately. A year ago, I would have considered myself totally straight, but sometimes I look at a guy – like him – and I find myself wondering what it would be like to play with them.
Master Snow was exactly the type of guy I found dangerously intriguing. From the moment I sat down next to him, I found myself blushing and laughing like a complete idiot. So when he opened his mouth and this deep, resonant voice came out, oh man!
His line of questioning wasn’t exactly helping. He got straight to the point: have I ever masturbated, and if so, how often? I considered lying but he told me before we started that honesty was vital and frankly if they are going to turn me down because I spend most of my waking time thinking about my dick then the Order is not for me! Also, he was kind of fixed on me with his hypnotic blue eyes. All I could think about was my swollen cock showing through my tights.
Then the completely inappropriate questions started popping up. Do I touch my nipples when I masturbate? Do I touch my hole? I felt delirious, lost in the turmoil between her questioning and his eyes. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt him rest his big hand on my thigh. My head immediately started throbbing. I must have gone scarlet. Was he trying to put me at ease? Or was he coming for me?
