Colleen’s
face drew close to his cheek, and then he felt the wildest sensation of his
life. The tip of her tongue came out and gently sampled the taste of his flesh.
“I’m
glad you shaved for this interview,” she said, “It’s more important than ever,
when you’re going for a job like this one, but I’ll be feeding you a chemical
that I’ve invented to halt the growth of facial and body hair anyway. Your
scalp will be unaffected.”
“Most
interviews don’t place such a high importance on the employee’s last
opportunity to attend a luncheon … or dinner,” he said.
“Well
I like what I’ve tried so far,” she said, “Let’s examine your credentials with
a little more direct staff interaction.”
This
time he felt Colleen’s entire tongue sliding from the bottom of his cheek, up
the side of his face, to the top. She moved a little, found a dry patch of
skin, and repeated the test.
“I’m
very satisfied, Patrick; and surely you must have gotten a lot more out of this
than you would have gained from a typing test.”
“It
was … very … enjoyable,” he said.
“Well
what I’m offering is just an extension of that, on a different scale, with a
journey down my throat added at the end. Think about it, Patrick. Can you
imagine yourself easing gently down inside my neck, and then coming to rest
inside my stomach, with the most incredibly arousing physical contact then
behind you, fresh in your memory, with your whole body still moist from its
contact with my tongue? Think what it would be like, settling down in my
stomach, knowing that my body was going to absorb you, forever. No man has ever
known such a mixture of excitement and ecstasy before. When you watch a serial
cliff hanger, you know that the drama will be resolved by the end of the film’s
last chapter. You know that there will be a regular predictable ending. In my
stomach you’d be a pioneer, with an amazing destiny ahead of you.”
“I
know, but you can’t seriously expect to find anyone who wants to be eaten by
you, no matter how many people you interview.”
“Maybe,
and maybe not,” she said, “But I will continue my interviews until I find
someone who does, and then I will continue my experiments. I will eventually
reduce a man and eat him. You can pass up this opportunity, but I know you
enjoyed the touch of my tongue licking your cheeks just now. I know it’s the
most exciting thing that’s ever happened to you. I know you’ll be imagining
what it’s like for the applicant who takes the job on. You won’t forget the
feel of my tongue, or the sight of that fish going to its destiny. You won’t
ever forget the opportunity you’re throwing away. Some people apply all sorts
of misconstrued Freudian interpretations to the vore fantasy I’m trying to
realise. I don’t go in for any of that nonsense. I just want to eat someone,
and draw the process out a long time, so that I can really go to town, once the
little man is in my mouth. But you go back to your search for a suitable
career, Patrick. When you’ve been unable to secure any significant career
opening as a raw school graduate, you can spend three years at university.
After that, you can work hard for years and put lots of effort into courting
someone, all for the limited experiences you can have in a regular
relationship. You could have surpassed all of that in a few months, but I respect
your decision to decline.”