While I running water over my face, neck and through my sweat-drenched hair, I slender redhead stepped up the next rest room sink and asked with a smirk, "Taking a mini-shower?"
Dripping wet, I looked back to explain that I volunteered to help move some furniture but didn't expect to be moving whole room filled with heavy file cabinets.
"I guess your muscles got quite a work-out," he replied, taking an even closer look.
I nodded, not knowing quite how to react.
He spotted the company name sewn into my work shirt sitting on the counter between our sinks, adding, "We're looking for a company to clean our office, are you interested?" Before I could explain that he would need to speak to my boss, he handed me his business card, saying "I'm Neil."
Feeling a little embarrassed, I shook hands, nervously. As Neil turned to exit the rest room, ran his hand over my moist shoulder, whispering "Talk to you soon."
My fingers were shaking as I buttoned my work shirt. Glancing at Neil's business card, my eyes widened. He was a partner at a leading private equity hedge fund. My whole reason for taking a room rental across the Hudson was to try and get a seat in brokerage licensing class. I couldn't afford college but I'd been interested in the stock market since high school. Without realizing it, I just made a serious professional contact. At the same time, it felt like Neil had something else in mind.
Lying on my air bed in an unfinished New Jersey attic space, I looked up Neil's hedge fund on my budget smart phone. Not only was he pictured on the site, his bio showed that he was responsible for over ten billion dollars in business. I took a deep breath as I remembered him looking at me in the rest room. With my hands shaking, I called his phone to explain that someone from the cleaning company would call him on Monday. He seemed really excited as he explained, "Part of the deal is that you MUST be guy who cleans my personal office, OK?"
"Yeah, No problem," I answered with a tingling feeling in my stomach.
My boss got the impression that Neil was good friend of mine. Not only was I assigned to the job, he gave me foreman's responsibility for the crew along with an increased hourly wage. We cleaned three nights each week when the offices were closed and deserted.
On Friday of my second week, Neil showed up as my crew was leaving. Once we were alone, he moved his face near my neck and took sniff. I quivered at the sensation of his warm breath moving over my shirt collar. I started panting as his tongue reached behind the second button on my work shirt.
"I have a jet tub in my apartment," Neil offered, leaving no question as to where he wanted me to go.
"Um, I really appreciate it but I've never anything like this before," I explained honestly.
"Like what?" he asked as he loosened the next button on my shirt and took a wide lick.
I stuttered some noises but nothing that sounded like actual words. My legs were shaking nervously as Neil's fingers reached inside to feel my tense nipples. I gasped.
"When a boy with muscles like yours doesn't even try to fight me off, it means that he's totally curious," Neil explained, "Am I right?"
I looked back into his deep blue eyes, "It's just that I'm not at all sure what I'm doing, this is all new for me."
"Relax, I want you to think of me as a friend," Neil replied, adding, "I just happen to have a bottle of massage lotion back at my place. I can help you relax and make your whole body feel really good. Besides, it's a great way get to know each other."
Neil lived in a pricey building on the lower East Side of Manhattan. There were twenty-four hour shops in the lobby and a fitness center with a salt water lap pool. His high-rise apartment looked out towards the Brooklyn Bridge. He kept the lights low, so I could see the view from his floor-to-ceiling windows. "Here's towel, you can leave your clothes on the side chair."
