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Lexi's Interview

October 5th, 2063

Lexi reached for his purse and took out his compact mirror. Mostly out of nervousness, he had to check his appearance again. Alexandra St. Claire was sitting in the waiting room for Carter Logistics on the 56th floor of the MacArthur Building in Chicago, trying to get one of the most coveted jobs available for white bois these days. Being the personal secretary for Derrick Carter, President of the company, would be quite a coup for him. Of course, Lexi had a number of sissy white boi competitors for the spot, four of whom were sitting around him, similarly checking their hair and makeup.

Things had changed rapidly for white "males" in the last three decades. Dual trends against both masculinity and whiteness combined to make it socially problematic to present as a white man. Instead, young white bois were encouraged through movies, TV shows, and advertisements to dress and act more feminine. Most white bois responded enthusiastically to this societal trend, but the problem of white maleness wasn't considered to have been solved until a new miracle cure was unveiled by the pharmaceutical company GlaxoSmithKline.

Sereprovix (or as it was more commonly known by its brand name, Serenity) offered a host of health benefits for white bois. Ostensibly, that was the reason why doctors strongly encouraged their white boi patients to begin taking Serenity. But in practice, Serenity was valued for the way it would result in softer, smoother skin, prevent hair from growing below the eyebrows, impart a much calmer and more empathetic attitude, and would promote a more feminine body type.

Serenity was considered one of the greatest medical breakthroughs of the 21st century, and within five years of its appearance, practically every white boi in the U.S. was taking it. In a surprisingly short time, there was simply no such thing as white masculinity anymore. Whites were either female or feminized white bois. Very few people missed the presence of white men in society, as they had been mocked and derided for decades. Most women were still straight, however, which meant men of color were suddenly highly in demand, dating-wise.

By 2050, college students were more than 3/4ths female (most certainly not counting white bois, who more and more, were not allowed to attend), which meant that women held a large share of the new economic pie, and men of color were quick to split the rest between them. Where did that leave the newly docile and feminine white bois? Well, there were many service jobs that needed filling, and most women now thought of themselves as being above having to work them. In an ironic twist, white bois now held practically all of the jobs that female employees had filled a century ago during the 1960s.

Most white bois now worked as waitresses, maids, and nannies. A few lucky ones had jobs as teachers (preschool or kindergarten only) or secretaries, while a number of them had no choice but to work as strippers or escorts. Lexi himself had always been ambitious (or as ambitious as his daily dose of Serenity would allow) and wanted to get one of the best jobs available for white bois. Some days Lexi would want to be a stewardess, and on others, the personal secretary to a rich man. Which brings us to Lexi's current situation.

No white boi could possibly get a job like this without fully embracing the dress code that society had set for white bois. Lexi had grown up knowing that he needed to keep his dark hair long and waist-length, his nails painted, his weight to no more than a trim 115 pounds, and to never, ever be without makeup on in public. That was the reason for the artfully applied blush, mascara, eyeliner, and lipcolor that Lexi had on now.

All this makeup (not to mention his daily dose of Serenity, which had no generic version and was quite expensive) cost a lot of money. Lexi really, really needed a better job than the waitress job he currently had. Like most every white boi, Lexi had a lot of trouble staying above water financially. The high cost of maintaining his appearance, combined with being excluded from most well-paying jobs, meant that Lexi was unlikely to ever be financially secure.

Lexi brushed his long, straight dark hair behind his ears and looked closely into his trusty compact mirror. His makeup was flawless as usual. His hot pink lipcolor perfectly matched the tight pink skirt suit he had chosen for the interview. The pink pencil skirt that Lexi was wearing was several inches shorter than he usually wore, and his silk blouse was open a button or two more than Lexi was comfortable with, but he knew he needed to be flirty. Being professional wouldn't be enough. It never was with black men when they had a feminine white boi at their mercy, and Lexi doubted that Derrick Carter would be any different.

If dressing sexily and flirting were enough to land this job, then Lexi would be very lucky indeed. More likely though, Lexi wouldn't be able to get away with just doing that. From what his sissy white boi friends had told him, if a man was doing the hiring, then Lexi would almost certainly need to provide sexual favors in order to be hired. After all, why would they bother hiring a white boi who refused, when there would always be half a dozen other applicants who were willing to do so?

It wasn't that Lexi minded the idea, really. Feminized white bois were supposed to be attracted to men and Lexi was no exception. Although he could remember not thinking men were sexy at all once, after taking Serenity for a few years, Lexi found that men were indeed attractive to him. Sometimes it was all Lexi could do not to stare at a well-built man and imagine him taking Lexi to bed.

"Alexandra? Mr. Carter is ready for you." The white boi secretary sitting behind the receptionist's desk called out politely, interrupting Lexi's thoughts.

Lexi got up from the chair a touch too quickly and wobbled for a moment. The 5-inch pink stilettos he was wearing were a little higher than he was used to, but he needed to wow the boss if he was to land this job. Lexi shouldered his pink purse, smoothed his skirt, and walked toward the door. The sissy white boi receptionist, who had long blonde hair and was wearing a pure white skirt suit like Lexi's, smiled at him encouragingly. Lexi smiled back and thought that even if he didn't get this job, he might try to chat up the receptionist and see if the other sissy knew of any job openings later. After knocking at the door politely (Lexi would not dream of barging into a black man's office without express permission), he heard a deep, confident voice behind it.

"Come in." came the voice of Mr. Carter.

Lexi let out a breath, put on his most flirtatious smile, and opened the door. Lexi's first thought was that Mr. Carter's office was huge. It was tastefully decorated (Lexi suspected that the receptionist had done that) and the room itself was bigger than Lexi's tiny apartment. The view out over Lake Michigan was incredible, and Mr. Carter even had his own personal washroom! Derrick Carter was sitting behind a heavy oak desk, and Lexi surreptitiously took in the black man's appearance. The man looked to be in his mid 30's, his head was shaved, he was wearing a very expensively tailored black suit, and judging from his build, he must have spent quite a bit of time in the gym. Lexi rather thought that Mr. Carter could have lifted him up with one arm, and quickly blinked his long lashes to dispel the image. While Lexi was doing that, he noticed that Mr. Carter was checking him out as well.

Mr. Carter was looking Lexi up and down, clearly taking note of Lexi's high heels, smooth legs, miniskirt, and cleavage. Mr. Carter wasn't being nearly as subtle as Lexi had been in his perusal, but then, he didn't need to be. Derrick Carter was a very rich, very powerful black man. Obviously, it didn't mean much to him if Lexi felt a little embarrassed about the way Mr. Carter was staring at his breasts.

There was a very strong cultural expectation that white bois needed to get breast implants. White bois that refused to get them were deemed "problematic" and hence, were excluded from most jobs. Lexi would not have even been given this interview in the first place if he didn't have the nicely bouncy 36C breasts that Mr. Carter was currently looking at.

Of course, implants were not cheap. Lexi had gotten in with one of the best doctors in Chicago, as it was said that a perfect pair of tits was essential for landing a great job for a white boi in the 2060s. Lexi had left the doctor's office with a pair of exceedingly natural-looking breasts that most white bois would kill for, but he also had a hefty $20,000 bill, and with no way to pay for them currently. A lot of white bois ended up stripping or escorting as a way to pay for their breast implants, but Lexi wanted to avoid that if he could. Getting a job as Mr. Carter's personal secretary would be the perfect way to do so.

"Hello, Mr. Carter. Let me just say that I'm incredibly grateful to have even gotten this interview." Lexi gushed nervously, stopping to curtsy in front of Mr. Carter's desk.

White bois were expected to curtsy as a greeting. As there was a very, very strong societal expectation that sissy white bois were to only wear skirts and dresses, it made sense. A proper curtsy required lifting the edge of the skirt by a few inches, and the motion was so automatic that Lexi didn't immediately realize that with his tight miniskirt, he might have accidentally flashed his panties for a moment. Lexi went extremely red and thought that he might have ruined the interview before it even began, but Mr. Carter only chuckled and motioned for him to sit down. Lexi did in a hurry, crossing his legs as modestly as he could.

"Pink panties as well? I'm not surprised. You girls love pink." Derrick remarked, raising his eyebrows.

Lexi reddened again and tried to think of something funny to say in response, but nothing came to him. Thankfully, it seemed that Mr. Carter found his embarrassment amusing, and reached for his file on the desk. Lexi took a deep breath and tried to relax. He had a very good resume, and if Mr. Carter would only take a minute or two to look through it, then Lexi might have a chance.

"Alexandra St. Claire? That's your legal name and not just a nickname?" Mr. Carter asked, smiling slightly as he looked at Lexi's resume cover.

"Yes, Sir. My mother had it changed as soon as it was clear that the feminine version would serve me better when I grew up." Lexi answered promptly, sweeping his long black hair behind his ear unconsciously.

"Well, she was right. I like it when white bois are properly girly." Derrick said smoothly, opening Lexi's resume.

Lexi was quite pleased to have gained Mr. Carter's approval here. He caught himself fluttering his mascara-lengthened eyelashes at his prospective boss a few times before he managed to stop himself. Flirting was an important skill for a white boi and would probably be crucial in getting the job, but Lexi couldn't afford to do it too much. Mr. Carter needed to think that Lexi would be useful as his secretary, and acting like an airheaded bimbo probably wouldn't help.

"I see you graduated from St. Ophelia's Academy at the top of your class." Mr. Carter pointed out, sounding a little impressed.

White bois like Lexi were not allowed to attend traditional colleges anymore. Instead, individual preparatory academies had popped up in order to serve their needs. There, white bois were taught beautifying tips, etiquette, and all manner of domestic skills. No white boi could graduate from St. Ophelia's without knowing how to cook, clean and sew, as well as walk, talk, and even think like a proper white boi. Lexi's mother had sent him there as soon as he had gotten out of high school.

"Yes, Sir. I was Valedictorian during my last year there. And also, though it's not on my resume, I won the annual Beauty Pageant two years in a row." Lexi said as modestly as he could.

"Oh? Well, it should be. I wouldn't mind having a beauty queen managing my affairs." Mr. Carter said, laughing good-naturedly.

Now was the time to flirt. Lexi fluttered his eyelashes at Mr. Carter and smiled shyly. Proper flirtation was a required course at St. Ophelia's, and Lexi had passed it easily. Black men held quite a bit of power in the 2060s, and white bois often had little choice but to try to flirt their way into getting what they wanted. Lexi's current situation illustrated that clearly.

"I'm going to be honest. I like you, Alexandra. You're head and shoulders above anyone else I've interviewed." Mr. Carter said eventually, thumbing through the list of waitressing jobs that Lexi had worked at while he was looking for a better job.

"Thank you, Sir. But please, call me Lexi." Lexi answered with a pleased smile.

"Lexi. I like that better. But there's a problem or two here." Mr. Carter said coolly, leaning back in his chair.

Lexi's smile slipped for a moment as he wondered where he might have gone wrong. Wasn't his resume impressive? Had he not flirted correctly? Lexi wasn't sure.

"May I ask what the problem is, and if there's any way for me to fix it?" Lexi asked nervously.

"Well girl, you're too damn hot. If I hire you, you're going to be wiggling that ass around everywhere, and showing off those fantastic tits. That's not a problem by itself, though. The problem is that I don't want to be blue-balled." Mr. Carter said with complete frankness.

"You...you mean...?" Lexi asked slowly, trailing off.

"I mean, are you going to be a tease?" Mr. Carter asked, letting his question hang in the air.

Lexi thought for a moment before answering. He would be lying if he said that he didn't expect this. For good reason, black men like Derrick Carter tended to see feminine white bois like Lexi as their personal sex toys. Mostly because they could, and if one white boi wasn't willing to give them what they wanted, another white boi would gladly do so. The question was, which one would Lexi be?

As much as Lexi wanted to avoid trading sex for favors, he wasn't in a position to refuse. If he didn't get this job, then that $20,000 bill for his implants would still be waiting for him, gaining interest every month. Lexi wasn't making enough money as a waitress right now to cover it. He would have to either start stripping or escorting, or maybe even both. What would be the point of refusing to be this man's sex toy, if it meant that he would have to entertain other men in pretty much the same way? Lexi settled on his answer and smiled as sexily as he could at his prospective boss.

"No, Sir, I'm not a tease. I believe in giving men what they want. Especially a man as attractive as yourself." Lexi answered flirtatiously, wetting his lips and leaning forward to give Mr. Carter a better look at his cleavage.

"Is that right?" Mr. Carter asked with an appreciative smile.

"Would you like me to show you? Sir?" Lexi asked softly, maintaining eye contact with his boss.

"I think that would be best, Lexi." Derrick Carter answered easily, leaning back in his chair again.

Lexi smiled and stood up from the chair in front of Mr. Carter's desk. He dropped his purse in the chair and took off his pink jacket, leaving only his half-unbuttoned silk blouse on. As he walked around Mr. Carter's desk, he succeeded in removing his blouse, wearing only his lacey pink bra now, aside from his miniskirt.

Mr. Carter was looking at his tits with a great deal of interest now. Lexi smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed. Lexi liked the attention, though. Now that he had been on Serenity for a number of years, men like Mr. Carter were extremely attractive to him. Lexi had spent quite a few hours teasing himself with a vibrator, just imagining a powerful, rich black man making Lexi his sex toy. Now it seemed that his fantasies were about to be realized.

"Damn, girl. That might be the best pair of tits I've ever seen." Mr. Carter said appreciatively, watching them sway slightly.

"Thank you, Sir. I get a lot of attention because of them." Lexi answered honestly, sinking to his knees in front of his prospective new boss.

"I bet. And I bet you love it, too." Mr. Carter said with a laugh, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock.

Lexi opened his mouth to answer, but whatever he was going to say was lost as he gasped at the size of Mr. Carter's cock. It wasn't fully hard yet, and it was already thicker than Lexi's thin wrists. Sissy white boi etiquette demanded that Lexi act impressed at a man's size, but Lexi didn't need to act at all. Mr. Carter's thick black cock looked to be more than 8 inches long as well.

Lexi had something distantly related in his panties, but nobody thought of what white bois possessed as "cocks" anymore. Feminized white bois had clits, and thanks to their daily dose of Serenity, their clits would stay permanently soft. The way Serenity prevented any white boi from ever getting hard was considered a side effect, but Serenity had been on the market for more than 20 years and no effort at all seemed to have been made by the makers to correct that. Serenity kept Lexi's clit from getting any larger than its current size of half an inch. No matter how excited Lexi might get, it would stay snugly contained in his panties. Supposedly, before Serenity hit the market, many feminized white bois wore chastity devices. Lexi had to laugh at the idea of wearing a piece of plastic or metal in his panties like that.

"Alright, girl. Let me see those nipples." Mr. Carter ordered, snapping Lexi out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Sir." Lexi answered automatically, reaching behind his back and unhooking his bra in a practiced motion.

Lexi could see Mr. Carter's cock reach its full length as soon as Lexi's nipples came into view. Clearly his new boss was a breast man. That gave Lexi an idea. Like any sissy white boi, Lexi had practiced different techniques for pleasing men, first with a cucumber at St. Ophelia's, and later with a very realistic dildo he had purchased at a sex toy shop. Being able to give an excellent tit job was an essential skill for a white boi living in the 2060s, and Lexi had practiced it quite a bit.

Lexi scooted forward and kissed the tip of Mr. Carter's huge black cock. Lexi then took the tip in his mouth and began sucking it. Mr. Carter's cock throbbed at the contact and started to dribble copious amounts of pre-cum into Lexi's mouth. Lexi quickly swallowed, enjoying the strong male taste of it. As he did so, Lexi scooted a few inches closer and brought his 34C breasts up, wrapping them around Mr. Carter's thick black cock.

"Damn, girl. If you keep this up, the job might be yours." Mr. Carter said with a grin, dangling the opportunity in front of Lexi.

Lexi's mouth was quite occupied, but he did let out a pleased purr as he began bouncing his tits up and down around Mr. Carter's cock. It wasn't quite the same as practicing with a cucumber. Mr. Carter's cock was larger, it was warm between his breasts, and it throbbed every time Lexi ran his tongue over the tip of Mr. Carter's cock. Lexi couldn't help but feel a distinct sense of pride at the reaction he was causing in the large, powerfully built black man in front of him.

More than ten minutes went by with Lexi continuing his combined blowjob/titjob on his (hopefully) new boss. Mr. Carter seemed to have impressive stamina, however, and even though the powerful black man clearly enjoyed Lexi's efforts, he wasn't close to cumming yet.

"Very nice, girl. Very nice. I'm going to have you teaching some of the other secretaries here how to do this." Mr. Carter rumbled in satisfaction, closing his eyes.

Well, that sounded like he had already decided to hire Lexi. The extremely feminine white boi let out a squeal of excitement that was immediately muted by the cock in his mouth. Mr. Carter laughed at that, and Lexi could feel the cock he was sucking on give an extra throb in response.
"That's right, girl. You got the job. Now get me off." Mr. Carter ordered firmly.

Lexi began bouncing his tits up and down on his new boss's cock faster than before. He also sucked Mr. Carter's huge cock more eagerly, trying to do his very best to obey the orders he had been given. Lexi's efforts were rewarded soon after, when Mr. Carter's cock began throbbing heavily. Lexi had only seconds to prepare himself before the thick black cock between his pink-lipsticked lips erupted.

Lexi's mouth was suddenly filled with a hot, heavy load of semen. He swallowed at once, just as he had been taught, but another spurt of semen quickly replaced the first one. Lexi did his best to keep up with the flow, but only managed to catch up by the fifth spurt. After that, Mr. Carter's cock continued to deposit cum in his mouth, but Lexi was able to handle the volume without any problem. It was only when every drop of cum that had been in Mr. Carter's heavy balls was down Lexi's throat that the black man in front of him was satisfied.

"Didn't even spill a drop. I'm impressed." Mr. Carter said with a laugh, taking his cock out of Lexi's mouth.

"Swallowing was an unofficial course at St. Ophelia's. I aced it." Lexi answered after a moment, blushing prettily.

"Unofficial" because swallowing semen had no relation to his grades, but had nevertheless been a required skill. St. Ophelia's was adjacent to a real college, and part of Lexi's education as a humble, obedient white boi required that he volunteer as a maid for the many sororities and fraternities located there. Lexi had hoped to be selected by a sorority, but it wasn't to be. It was a decades-long tradition that the winner of the St. Ophelia's Beauty Pageant be picked as a maid by the fraternity with the longest history at the college, Sigma Phi Alpha

In addition to his full schedule of coursework, Lexi had been required to spend 20 unpaid hours a week as Sigma Phi Alpha's resident maid. There Lexi had been given the "opportunity" to practice the domestic skills he had been learning at St. Ophelia's. Lexi had needed to impress them, too. A positive recommendation from every single fraternity member was required in order for him to graduate.

The black jocks at Sigma Phi Alpha had appreciated Lexi's skill at cooking and cleaning, but many of them weren't satisfied with that alone. Lexi had spent even more time on his knees servicing the jocks than he had spent dusting and cleaning. Naturally, swallowing their cum with a smile had been a necessary skill to learn back then.

Mr. Carter laughed again, zipping up his pants as he did so. Lexi smiled and reached for his pink bra. He submissively waited for Mr. Carter to nod his permission before Lexi put it back on. Lexi then retrieved his pink blouse and began buttoning it.

"You start on Monday. Be here at 8 A.M. sharp. Ask Evelyn out there any questions you might have." Mr. Carter instructed Lexi in his deep, confident tone.

"Yes, Sir. I'm so excited for this opportunity. Really." Lexi gushed happily as he stood up on his heels, filled with anticipation.

"I'm sure you are, girl. One more thing, though. I like blondes better. Get your hair colored." Mr. Carter ordered again from his desk, looking at Lexi's long dark hair.

"Oh. Yes, Sir. Absolutely." Lexi replied swiftly, curtsying as he did so.

Mr. Carter turned back towards the forms on his desk. Evidently, Lexi had been dismissed. Lexi picked up his purse and walked out of his new boss's office. Evelyn was almost certainly the white boi secretary in the white skirt suit that had smiled at him previously. Lexi was glad that the secretary who had seniority over him seemed nice, at least. Hopefully, they could be friends.

Lexi needed to get his hair colored, though. Where was the best salon in Chicago, and what would he need to do to get in? Lexi knew he needed the best stylist he could find if he wanted to impress Mr. Carter. And Lexi very much wanted to impress the man who had given him such an amazing opportunity.
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