A young man is further enticed into a relationship that improves his lot and turns his world upside down.
Talk about luxury. Ralph's suite at the Willard Hotel was something out of a movie. I mean it had two bedrooms and baths, a conference table, two couches, and several easy chairs. I was duly impressed as Ralph knew I would be.
I wandered around as Ralph went to relieve himself.
When he returned, I said we should get to work. "Let's get down to business."
"The heck with business Justin. Let's get down to brass tacks."
"I don't follow."
"You know what I've done for you, right? Now it's time for you to begin to return the favor."
I had no false notions of what he meant. I knew I'd have to pay for what he'd done for me sooner than later, but I wanted to wait. I wasn't excited about becoming a cock sucker.
"Not yet if you don't mind. Let me see how it goes at the office tomorrow. I want to see if they come through on everything they promised." I hope that would at least stall Ralph one more day.
He gave me a disappointed look and said he understood. "Actually Justin, I think waiting is a great move on your part. I get it. I'd do the same. So, how about we discuss our campaign strategy and reporting methods.
He set up a laptop computer on the conference table and we were off.
"Chime in with any questions or suggestions Justin. If we can work smarter or even if we have to break down our data, now's the time to tell me."
I poured over the figures and although their action plan wasn't relevant to my role in creating a database, it was interesting to see the procedures they use to garner votes.
"You guys really do all this stuff huh?"
"O contraire my friend. That's only the stuff I can show you. We have so many ways to convince the populace to vote for our candidate. Too many to count. But if I showed them to you, I'd have to kill you," he said with a laugh.
"Are they that sensitive?"
"Absolutamondo Justin. If you ever changed party affiliation or even went to work for the opposition, you might be tempted to share our sensitive methods. Can't have that man."
We talked to well after 7 PM and I tried to leave. "I'm starved Ralph. I'm going to go home, eat, make sure I have an ironed shirt for tomorrow, and a tie that matches my suit. I have a big day tomorrow."
"Let me buy you dinner Justie. I hate eating alone."
He looked so sad that I gave in. "Okay but please let's make it quick. I really have a big day tomorrow."
"Don't I know baby. Come on. Let's blow this joint."
As is Ralph's usual way, he held the door for me and taking my arm, led me to the elevators. "You know I really like you Justin. I mean I really do. I think we're going to be good for each other. Don't you?"
I couldn't help myself. As attractive and nice as Ralph is, he has a certain charisma, an allure that makes him nearly irresistible. Plus, he'd gotten me a position, a raise, and status within my company. I was beholden to him.
We stood in the rear of the elevator and after a couple stops with people getting on, I reached down and grasped his cock through his woolen trousers. He almost jumped in surprise.
"I can't wait until tomorrow Ralph," I whispered in his ear.
He dropped his hand down to my ass and clutched my left buttock, "that makes two of us baby."
I was getting used to his calling me baby and was no longer put off by it. I have to admit that I began to relish it.
We shared a quiet dinner filled with anticipation for tomorrow. I was anxious to get back to the office and see my new digs. Plus, I was really looking forward to seeing how big a raise I was getting. I mean, who wouldn't?
The gentleman he is, Ralph walked me outside where I caught a cab. Once again, he opened the door for me. "Good night baby, he said. "See you tomorrow."
I blew him a kiss out of the cab's window and I was off.
To say my night was restless would be an understatement. I tossed and turned. I had many things running through my mind, not the least of which was me becoming a cock sucker. I rationalized it by telling myself that it is after all 2020 and it no longer carries the stigma it once did. And I owed him plenty.
And he was so damned handsome.
I finally took an over-the-counter sleep aide and that did the trick.
Arriving at work it dawned on me I didn't have any idea of where I was supposed to report. I went up to the 8th floor and saw Barbara. She showed me my new office.
A leather couch, a couple chairs, a small conference table, huge modern desk with credenza that held two computer screens. And windows. Glorious windows looking out over some city square park.
"I have a few candidates I'll be letting you interview in a few moments sir. Can I get you coffee?"
"Fuck yeah," I thought to myself. "That would be nice. Thank you."
I did three interviews before deciding on a young man. I have no idea why but he appealed to me. Tall and thin, he was knowledgeable about what I do, about what the company does, and how to run an office. He said he wouldn't have a problem getting me coffee, running errands, screening my calls, or any of the usual business of working for an executive.
It was also quite clear to me that he is gay and I think that might have appealed to me as well. I felt comfortable with him, completely at ease.
A couple VP's stopped in and asked how it went yesterday when Ralph and I left. I assured them we worked out of his suite and began to set requirements and I was going to present him with a sample database by the next Monday. They were pleased with my response, congratulated me again, and left.
At 3 PM my new secretary buzzed me and told me a Mr. Myers was there to see me. "Show him in," I said in response.
My heart quickened. I knew the time was near. Excitement and fear tore through my body like a fat boy on a Happy Meal.
Ralph entered beaming. "Place looks great Justie. Told you. You ready to get out of here?"
"Yep. Let's blow this joint."
Let's not blow the whole joint," Ralph said with a laugh. "Let's start with just you and me."
