"You're still young, Tom. You're still dumb... and I bet you're just full'a cum."

Yeah it's a cliched old line, but it was true. I knew it, and Maddy knew I knew it. And despite my anger, and my embarrassment, I felt a shiver deep inside as I stood before her, hands at my side, and leaned forward to lick the cream cheese off her finger when she asked, right there in the morning-sun-soaked boardroom.

It may not sound like a hard thing to do to you, I don't know, maybe getting embarrassed at work is your thing. But when she said those words and shook her head at me, I felt myself fight not to melt right in front of her. That's a hard thing for a Type-A male to admit, even to himself.

I first met Maddy years before, as an intern with her ad agency. That was the first time I'd heard her use the 'young, dumb and full'a cum' line. She'd collected five interns in her office and blasted us for the poor job we were doing.

I was afraid I'd lose the internship if I didn't work as hard as I could, and do everything I could to please, but I'd be damned if I'd break under a tongue lashing- even if it was advertising industry legend Maddy Sheridan doing the lashing.

It was about the time I realized that Maddy had only gathered the male interns that the first of us broke: five minutes in, a blonde kid, fancy dresser who always brought latte's to Maddy and her partners every morning, just broke. He started to cry and he jumped forward. He grabbed Maddy's sleeve and begged her not to fire him.

Maddy was always gorgeous, always elegant in her black business suit with long skirt. When she stood there, looking down her nose with a hard, withering glare at the intern, she was the sexiest and most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. I remember having a hard time breathing as all five foot nine and a half inches of her faced down the shorter man. She always wore her black hair pulled back in a single pony, then piled on top in an understated but elegant manner. Her hair whipped around a little as she caught his eye. Then her gray eyes narrowed, and he let go of her sleeve.

She stepped in close, maybe half an inch from his face, and whispered something. He stiffened, and didn't say anything else. She held his gaze for about a minute, maybe more, and then she sniffed, and turned on her heels. "You're fired," she said, and returned to her desk, sitting and crossing her legs so a lot of skin showed through the slit in the side.

The other four of us had stopped breathing too, the room was deadly quiet as a burly security guard appeared and walked the fired intern from the room.

She stayed in her seats, those gorgeous, deadly gray eyes roving coolly from one intern to another, for another minute. Then she chuckled, and she said something that I thought about for weeks. That I woke up at night, stroking myself thinking about. That I wished the interns and bar-girls I slept with could say to me, and mean it: "Bad boys have to be told..."

I was glad I'd worn jeans that day: I was hard as we all waited to be dismissed, and with Maddy's curled lip, icy eyes and words filling my mind, the erection stayed with me all morning. It was another two hours of hard work before I managed to steal away enough time to race to the bathroom and relieve the pressure Maddy had put inside my skin.

As I lay there, with my back against the wall of the stall, and tugged the last shivers from me, I wondered what the hell had happened. What the hell had Maddy stirred up in me?

#

By the last week of the internship, there were only two of us left: me and a shy girl with a killer eye for style and the confidence to speak her mind in the boardroom, but who was utterly quiet and submissive in the bedroom. I knew because Beth was the only woman in my bedroom for the last month of the internship, and the woman I'd fallen head over heels for.

Maddy had fired the rest. For failing to work as hard as she did (ten hours a day was a light day for her), for not having a good enough eye or creative enough mind for her ad agency. For rubbing her the wrong way, I think, half the time. But nobody was about to call her on it: sure, her partners had their favorite interns, but other than a little grousing in the men's rooms or the bars, nobody said word one against Maddy.

She ruled with an iron fist, and those gray eyes had been permanently burned into my brain. I'd even started to look forward to the other 'motivational sessions' where she'd collect only the male interns, yell at us, taunt us, then eventually fire one of us.

Every time, she fired the weakest intern. The one who broke first, and begged. the one who flinched.

And after four of those sessions, I had to fight my body not to give in, not to react to her. I think-no, I know- she enjoyed watching men back down in front of her. The partners always did, the interns did, and I'm sure her three husbands all had.

That last time, after Maddy gave the last male intern besides me his walking papers, I'd had to fight hard not to make a sound when the guy, Carl, spoke up. He jerked a step closer to her desk, where she was reclined like a queen on her throne, and called out in a quavering voice: 'this is bullshit!'.

She smiled, and slowly unfurled from her chair like a cat. She never took her eyes off Carl as she walked around her football-field sized glass desk, and strode behind him, looking at me as she stepped in close on his far side.

She leaned in and -so help me- she sniffed him. Deeply. Her eyes half-closed and she looked at me with a catlike smile when she saw my eyes widen. "What was that, Carl?" She put her hand between his shoulders and rubbed softly. "C'mon, now, hon, what did you have to say to me?"

Carl didn't say a word.

"Didn't think so," she growled. She stopped rubbing and grabbed the material of his shirt in a fist. Hey didn't make a sound as she opened the door and pulled him into the hall, but he didn't struggle either.

Out in the hall a security guard was waiting. He wasn't smiling, just business like. Actually I thought he looked kind of scared. Now that I thought of it, all men looked uncomfortable around Maddy.

But that's not how I felt. No. I was... well... eager, I guess.

She closed the door, and leaned against it, looking back at me. "Two of you left now, Tom." She stepped back to her desk and leaned her shapely ass on the corner. I felt my cock swell even larger, and felt a little dizzy. Was I swooning for fuck's sakes?

"Tell me Tom, do you really want a future here, under me?"

My eyes widened, and so did her smile.

"I think you do. By now you know I"m demanding. I don't want to be surrounded by pussies...or women either."

She reached back on her desk and picked up a half of the bagel on her desk. Then she pushed herself off the desk and came toward me.

"You can't succeed in this business if you show weakness, if you make mistakes, or if you make enemies. Kind of makes it hard to get by, doesn't it?"

She stood in front of me, and I struggled to hear her words over the blood pounding in my ears. I watched her stroke one finger atop the bagel, collecting a curl of the cream cheese on it. Then she threw the bagel onto the floor. "Fucking Carl worked here six months, and he still never got my order right. If I asked for 'light' cream cheese, would you bring me full-fat, Tom?"

I shook my head. "No, Mrs. Sheridan."

She cocked her hip and stared at the cream-cheese on the end of her finger. "And when one employee makes a mistake, I expect a better employee to pick up the slack. That's what I demand of the men under me. Can you live with that arrangeme-"

"Yes, Ma'am," I blurted. And quickly looked out the window over the Manhattan skyline.

Maddy stepped into my field of vision, and her smile was so pretty, so certain that she had me I almost moaned. She pressed the cream cheese-tipped finger against my lips.

I started to speak but she narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

"Clean off this mess," she whispered, her voice barbed with command.

I opened my out before my brain was in gear, and that's when I knew there was a part of me Maddy would always own. I closed my lips around her finger and began to suck.

A shudder went through me and I did moan. She felt both and she laughed softly.

"You're still young, Tom. Young, dumb and full'a cum. If you're a good boy you'll go far in this office."

I nodded and sucked harder.

"If you're ever a bad boy, though..." She leaned close to me as she spoke and I felt the heat of her breath on my neck. I pulled my mouth from her hand and she grabbed my jaw. I didn't move, couldn't construct any thought that would lead to my moving.

"I'll tell you when to stop," she warned me, her voice low but strong, and no theatrical hiss was required for me to immediately nod again. "Good," she said, and put her finger back in my mouth.

I suckled. She laughed, softly, almost a purr. "Now then," she said as she leaned close to my ear. "If you're a good boy you'll go far. But if you're a bad boy...just remember..."

She bit my ear, so hard I thought I'd scream. I felt her teeth and then I felt pain---

--but my body just shivered, and got warmer, and I felt dizzier. And I moaned and sucked harder.

She pulled away after a moment, her black hair caressing my cheek as she went. I moaned again then, a mournful sound to my own ear.

She pulled her finger from my mouth and gently slapped my cheek. "Bad boys need to be told."

She looked my body up and down and returned to her desk, where she reclined and took lady-like nibbles from the other half of the bagel.

I knew I was trembling as I stood there. It was a good five minutes before she finished her bagel, took a sip of her coffee and cleaned off her lips.

"How do you like fucking our little Beth," she asked me casually.

"I think I love her," I said.

"That's not what I asked," Maddy said, her eyes narrowing. "How do you like fucking her," she said again.

I opened my mouth and let the words come out. They poured like water over a waterfall, and I had no control. I told her how compliant Beth was, how little she liked sucking my cock or having me go down on her. I told her she was inexperienced, and didn't know how to relax enough to cum. I told her I was very fond of her and that didn't matter to me anyways.

"But you'd rather be fucking me," she said, as if she asked me which color I preferred.

"Yes," I said, emphatically and instantly. I couldn't blush more, or tremble more, and I didn't care.

"Well, perhaps one day," she said. "If you're a good boy when I tell you to be, I'll let you be a bad boy and I'll fuck you."

She collected a paper off her desk, slid on her reading glasses and waved in my direction. "Get back to work, Tom."

My body started moving instantly. I was fuelled by desire to please her, and all my conceits about being a strong male that years of football and being chased by women and being the best at everything had been instantly stripped away.

"Tom!" she said sharply before I made it to the door.

"Yes Maddy?" I asked before I"d even turned around.

She snorted and shook her head, but never raised her eyes from the paper. "Get that bagel off my floor."

I walked back and knelt to collect the bagel.

"Superlative ass, Tommy," she purred. I closed my eyes as a desire and gratitude at her approval flooded through me, even stronger again.

"Thank you, Maddy."

"I think you should call me Ma'am in private, from now on, don't you?"

"Yes Mad-- Yes Ma'am," I whispered as I turned and headed back for the door, bagel in hand.

"Oh, and Tommy. Not a word of this to the staff, or your girlfriend, and I want you to go straight to the bathroom and jack off."

I froze at the door and dared look straight at her. There was panic written in my face I"m sure. "Madd-.. Ma'am?" I asked in a strangled voice.

She looked my way, over the tops of her glasses. "Go to the bathroom," she said. "Right now." She narrowed her eyes. "And. Jack. Off." She looked back at her papers.

"Leave me a voicemail on my private line. Don't say anything, just let me listen as you stroke and release."

I stood there in shock, my hand on the door. "Ma'am," I remembered to say this time. "Please..."

She put the paper down and looked at me straight-on. "Oh, my, Tom. You are a quick learner." Then a chill covered her face and her voice. "Do it. Now. Don't make me ask again. Only bad boys have to be asked things twice!"

I licked my lips, nodded once and fled the office.

I tried to be quiet. Tried hard not to be overheard, and had to stop once when someone came in to wash their hands.

But as soon as I was alone again, I held my phone next to my cock and pumped it hard, feeling my ass tighten and release, and let my moans come when I did.

When I stopped panting, I held the phone up to my mouth again, and somehow I found the strength to straddle the line between the good boy and the bad.

"Thank you, Ma'am." I gasped, and hung up the phone.

My internship was up in three weeks. It was going to be an interesting time.

I smiled as I cleaned up the mess, and I walked back to my desk the long way, past Maddy's office.

The door was open and I looked in as I past. She had the phone to her ear and she was smiling. When she saw me she wagged her finger again, but her smile grew, too.

I knew I wanted to please Ma'am with everything in me.

Oh yeah, the next three weeks were going to be quite a ride, I realized.