How it works.
How my boss introduced himself to me.
Philip and I left the rail station, turned left and walked directly into driving rain along the High street then second right up a steep hill to Gold crescent, where we were going for an evening meal at Philip's friend's apartment. It was in one of those old red sandstone blocks that looked homely and inviting in a cold wet night.
We arrived at the apartment buzzed-up. We were dripping water onto their foyer tiled floor. Even our shoes had been overwhelmed by the rain and standing water we failed to navigate around.
Up one flight of stairs to warmth, our host Albert was waiting for us at the apartment door. We could feel the warmth waft past us as we stood their wet and dripping as he invited us in.
"Come-in! Take off all your wet clothes and hang them up in the drying cupboard. I will get you something dry to wear."
In front of the hot air drying cupboard we stripped down until all I had on was a G-String, my fetish, and a long somewhat dampish shirt, Philip in bikini underwear and logoed University sports shirt. He went with Albert to find us something from the bedroom.
I was feeling exposed as I stood in front of the living room open fire warming my butt as Edward walked in. Standing there in my shirt and G-string he introduced himself as Philip's partner; and sugar Daddy.
I wasn't surprised Edward in his late forties Albert 22ish like Philip, they had been roommates at University. I knew Philip was gay and had just broken up with someone, his work ethics and attitude had taken an out of character nose dive.
When your boss is his father and you are his 26 year old work mentor and manager you pick up on these things. That's why I was here tonight, found him in a bit of a state, asked me as he was let down would I go with him tonight. I wasn't doing anything other than having my usual Saturday night ordered-in Chinese meal, bottle of wine and an interesting DVD to view.
When Philip and Albert came in they were acting like conspiring delinquent's, both in only dress like long white University sports shirts with broad red belts dancing on their hips. They had a thin black belt and a pair of flip-flops for me; I put the belt round my waist turning my shirt into a dress like theirs. Edward was amused by me getting drawn into their games.