Three weeks after my blind date with the delightfully submissive Chris, the teasing waiter from the bar where our blind date had started came back into my life. We were hiring an office assistant, a general gofer, in the office, and there he was among the applicants. His application wasn't among the best, and I certainly didn't know him from Adam before the interviews, but somehow he had managed an interview appointment with me.
I recognized him instantly when he walked into the office, and it was clear that he knew exactly who I was and where he'd last seen me as well.
The interview was a little awkward, and I asked him some pretty tough questions, trying to make him see that he just wasn't qualified for this job.
"You don't even look like you're old enough," I said.
"I'm nearly nineteen," he said. "You can see it right there on my application. I've graduated from high school and am taking weekend college course—and I've worked for a living for nearly five years. There probably isn't anything in this job that I haven't done for a boss already." He gave me a meaningful look, which I chose to ignore.
"I just don't see the qualifications in your application," I persisted.
"I'm sure I'm qualified, probably the best qualified," he said, batting long golden-red lashes, covering enticing green eyes.
"How do you figure that?" I asked somewhat belligerently.
"I've been a cocktail waiter for some time now. That made me the gofer for the bar, and that's essentially what the job you have here is. A gofer. I am interested in being a full-service employee here. I know you'll be pleased with my service."
"I don't think you have any idea what you are suggesting," I said.
"Oh, I think I do," he answered. "I've talked with Chris about you. He's one of our regulars.
Of course he was the one who got the job.
Three days after Jimmy started, he stayed late to help me wrap up a sticky project proposal. I was tense and tired and grouchy, and he was being just has helpful and understanding as he could be.
Long after all of the lights in the other offices had gone off, I reached a difficult point in what I was writing and couldn't decide just which way to take the proposal from here. With an "Arghh," I just threw myself back in my chair and laid the back of my hand across my eyes.
"What you need is to release some of that tension," a voice wafted over to me from across the room.
I opened my eyes, and there Jimmy stood, in the doorway. Completely naked. His compact little body was beautiful. He was on the solid, curvy side. A barrel chest, tapering down to a thin waist and hips, but with round, bulbous butt cheeks. He was a natural red head, and a respectable cock and set of balls plunged down from a profusion of pubic hair. There was a curve of curly red hair cupping both of his bulging pecs and a trail of hair traveled down his chest and belly and met his pubes. His thighs were covered in a red down. He'd let his hair down, and it fell down to his shoulder in a curly profusion. He looked like a Greek warrior to me. Compact and proficient, and covered in brown freckles.
