"Good morning Mr Strachan, please come in."
I welcome you as you are ushered into my office. Rising from my chair I move around my desk to meet you as you approach the chair in front of my desk.
We shake hands your grip is firm, your palms moist, I allow my hand to linger in yours as I take in the sight before me, you are dressed impeccably in a dark navy double breasted suit, light blue dc shirt and navy/silver striped silk tie perfectly tied in a Windsor knot.
Breaking our handshake I gesture you to take a seat, watching you intently as you bend to place your briefcase on the floor, before undoing the buttons on your jacket, you take your seat crossing your legs, adjusting your trouser leg, allowing me a sight of your navy sheer socked leg and pointing your patent leather tasselled loafers at me.
Wow I thought as I drank in the sight of this beautiful man in front of me, he carries himself so well, his slender frame beautifully filling his well tailored suit, his youthful looks belying his age and a smile that would melt an iceberg, He was everything I could have hoped for.
Proceeding through the interview process, I was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate, deciding that he would be more than perfect as my PA, I had to see how willing he would be to please his future boss.
Moving around my desk I handed him a report to comment on, moving backwards I perched onto the edge of my desk, adjusting my trouser leg allowing you the sight of my black sheer sock, watching you intently, your eyes held on my legs, you slowly adjusted your position in your chair and slowly moved the report in your hand to cover the front of your trousers, were you aroused?
Standing up I commented on the heat in the office as I started to remove my black pinstriped suit jacket and moving back to my chair hang it over the back of it.
Returning to stand in front of you, I noticed your complexion was slightly flushed, I suggested that you might be more comfortable if you removed your jacket, I adjusted and smoothed down my waistcoat, noticing that yours eyes were following my hands, I made to brush the front of my trousers ensuring that you noticed the slight bulge in them before again perching on the side of my desk.
Reaching over to you I took the report from you as you stood to remove your jacket, you appeared slightly harassed, as your hands quickly moved to try and cover the front of your trousers, turning your back to me you slipped your jacket off, revealing a matching set of braces, bending slightly to place your jacket on your chair, allowed me the gorgeous sight of your pinstriped suited ass, the material tightening slightly as you bent over, it was perfect!
Turning back around, there was defiantly a bulge in your trousers as you sat back down, crossing your legs to try and hide your erection.
However from my elevated position this was futile, realising this you placed your hands in front as you looked up at me, realising I had seen your bulge, smiling at you, your face reddening with embarrassment, I continued with the interview, every so often I would brush my trousers, your eyes following and then lingering on the crotch area of my trousers, which was increasing in size every time I caught you looking.
Coming towards the end of the interview, I explained to you that I would also need you to partake in duties that would be out with the normal office routine, looking straight at you, I went on to explain that I would require total and unquestionable loyalty, too which you would be well recompensed, my cock was now leaving quite a bulge in my trousers and as I brushed my hand across it I saw your eyes move and linger on it, you moved your hands to the side allowing me the sight of your bulging crotch.
You coughed, clearing your throat and in a trembling voice asked, "What these extra duties may be."
Smiling at you I suggested that you already had a good idea of what these duties would be, your face became redder and I noticed a bead of sweat on your upper lip, I continued, asking you if this would be amenable to you, standing up I adjusted my waistcoat, smoothed my trousers allowing my bulge to tent slightly and placed my hands on my hips, not allowing my eyes to move from your face, I saw that your eyes followed my hands and stopped on my bulge.
You reach out with your hand and touch my bulge.
Shouting at you, "What the hell you are doing," as I swat your hand away, you look confused, stammering an apology.
I tell you to shut up and stand up, moving behind you as you rise I push your chair out of the way, moving back to in front of you, I glance down at the tent in your trousers as you try and place yours hands in front to try and hide your embarrassment.
Looking straight at you, your eyes wide with confusion/fear, I tell you to stand up straight and to put your hands at your sides, obeying me I walk around you, admiring your physique, returning to the front, I ask you if you wish to continue.
You stammer very quietly, "Yes."
I then raise my voice informing you that at all times you will address me as Sir!
Repeating the question to you, this time you clear your throat and respond that you want to continue Sir.