At eighteen I fell in love head over heels to the hottest babe I ever met. She was ten years older than me and well, the sex was amazing.
She took advantage of the fact that I was always horny, had stamina and could just as easily get hard again to go as many rounds as she wanted.
But I guess I was just a passing phase with her, I was merely her boy toy. Because, now, a mere two years later she told me to get out. She found her true love.
She left me for an older guy, and a rich one at that. I was being told to get out.
I having really nothing but the clothes on my back and she with all the money. She provided me with a few bucks to tied me over and she took back everything that was hers. She let me stay on at her place, sleeping on the couch for the next few weeks till I found my own place and got a new job.
The clock was ticking and I would be kicked out of here real soon. I felt like I had it, I was done with it, finished and I want to bury it.
All my old friends and business ties had been involved and connected with my now Ex and it was too humiliating to see and be with them. I wanted a new life away from them all.
I was fed up with it all and I needed to get away from this old life.
I figured it shouldn't be hard for me to find someone, at work and in my life. I enjoyed serving other's needs, to be an assistant and helper who works in the background for someone else's success. I enjoy that feeling of pride knowing that I helped and served another.
I needed a place to live and a new job, I couldn't sleep on my ex's couch for very much longer, nor did I want to.
So, here it was the middle of the morning, me feeling sorry for myself, a bit drunk, sitting wearing nothing but one of her bathrobes at the kitchen table of my Ex's house, she of course is off at the office and I was checking once again for online for job openings to submit my umpteenth resume. That's when I stumbled onto the List.
Not really focusing and not really clear about this, it seemed odd and weird. Almost like something inside me was guiding me. But, somewhere I came upon what seemed the perfect opportunity. Here is how the job ad began.
"Wanted: Someone willing to serve.
Job is a CO intimate environment at a live/work Loft in the City. Looking for someone who will fit in with such a lifestyle work setting.
Job requires a willingness to perform some domestic as well as office duties. A work day would be considered a ten hour day Six days a week.
Two dedicated entrepreneurs who work odd hours need a 'Gal Friday' seeking someone who is comfortable with their Feminine side, who is willing to immerse themselves in that role, and therefore would enjoy CD. Pay would include room and board, since it would require employee to live on site and therefore be available at variable hours of the day or night.
Please submit your stats: age, race, height, weight, measurements, shoe size, and clothing sizes. Also your sexual history. No prior CD is required, though job requires someone who will be ultimately passable. As part of the job benefits, we will provide your job attire as part of the job benefits package. ..."
There was more. It was sort of odd but intriguing.
I fixated on the pay rate and the fact that room and board was part of the package. A job and a place to live, why, this is fantastic, I thought this could be my answer, my solution. Some of the ad was odd, like who doesn't enjoy listening to CD's? Though I had to sell most of my music to once I lost my job to contribute to paying my way.
I read on, and it said that my bosses would be two young thirty something's Alphas, a black man, and white guy. Then I saw something that sent a chill or shock or something thing through me. They were both listed as Gay.
Wow...living with two Gay guys...well I guess I could handle that. I had my fill of women and had the scars to prove it. So, what the hell. Why not.
I read on, it said to submit my resume, my sexual orientation, and a bit about my sexual background and history, something about insuring disease free, that alone should have raised some red flags, but in my state, it did not. I was to submit my resume and a face picture, with a vague remark about other photos required if I passed the first phase when the on line interview was conducted.
In the cover letter, I was asked to describe how and why I would enjoy being in the traditional Feminine role of the service position and status. I thought it was all an odd way to phrase things but I was kind of desperate, depressed and a bit drunk.
I went off to weigh myself; I was one hundred and five pounds. I knew my height, as my Ex repeatedly told me, she enjoy being taller than I am, I was a mere five feet one inch. As for my measurements after finding a tape measure, I discovered I was 32-20-36, hmmm...a bit of a bottom heavy hour glass and of course flat chested. I hadn't realized my proportions though I do recall my Ex always commenting me on my cute bubble butt.
So, after writing the cover letter, I submitted my resume.
I searched for some other job ads, but found nothing on this odd list that I stumbled onto. I wanted to get off it once I realized that it was mostly some kind of dating service list or one time hook ups. Can't imagine how I found myself on this in the first place, just my fate, I muttered. I submitted some more resume, though none looked very decent.
Started to work on another brew when I got I reply. They wanted to do an online chat to interview me and it required a web cam. My laptop, one of my few worldly possessions, a early gift from my now Ex, had a web cam built in so I logged on.
There was a good looking black guy with dark chocolate black skin, who was oddly naked, at least from the waist up as far as I could tell. Odd for a business interview, but it did say they work odd hours, so maybe he just got up or out of the shower or something. Whatever who am I to judge, he is Gay and I don't know much about them.
He was smiling up at me. After the preliminary greetings, I discover he was David, and I gave him my name, Jesse.
David: Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely good looking?
Jesse: Thanks. You're not bad looking either. (Seemed the thing to say and it was true. Nice eyes, well-shaped nose, soft features, big lips and immaculate close cropped tight curly jet black hair.)
David: I want you to know that we were very impressed with your application.
Jesse: Thanks.
David: You were not only the youngest applicant but also the only hetero to apply. Your application stood out. I was inspired by your letter and the willingness you have to comply, fit in, do your part for the team, and your willingness to accept the traditional feminine role of serving another. That shows real promise, a willingness to throw off the conventional and embrace our lifestyle. You're very impressive, as are your looks.
