The alarm clock went off at 5:00 AM like every other day. I quickly got prepared as I had to be at work by 6:30. It may seem like a short amount of time to get ready, but I don't have an ordinary job. I live where I work, as I am a butler in Los Angeles. I seem out of place because all of the butlers I have interacted with over the last six years were at least twice my age. I was 24 years old when I started this job, and I have loved every minute of it considering who my boss was. My boss is a stunningly beautiful Hollywood actress, her name is Rachel Bilson. She had hired me in August 2004, while she was still on the show "The O.C.". For the longest time I was not only serving her, but her ex-boyfriends Adam Brody and then Hayden Christensen. They were both real pains in the ass as they treated me with no respect, the complete opposite of how Rachel treats me. She treats me more like a friend who helps her out, and not a slave. Well, luckily for me, both relationships have since ended, and I haven't shed a tear. Unfortunately, Rachel didn't feel the same.
When she and Hayden broke off their engagement, Rachel was an emotional wreck, as she would only leave the house to go to the store. She would always come home and run right to her bed and cry herself to sleep. My day was mostly spent checking in on her and making sure she was okay. I thought that she had got over it just after a few days, but I was dead wrong. It was very obvious to me that she was a wreck inside and couldn't stop thinking about Hayden.
Now after three weeks, she would start to come home, this time with a bottle of whiskey, and drink until she passed out. This affected me in several ways; I hated to see her upset and having to resort to heavy drinking. Ever since the day Rachel hired me, I've always wanted to see her happy. When she was upset, I was equally upset and always tried to find a way to help. I guess you could say that I loved her, but I knew she would never feel the same about me. However, two weeks later I would be proven wrong.
Like always she came home with her bottle, but this time wanted me to do shots with her. I wasn't a drinker, so I didn't match her shot for shot, but I agreed to join her. We drank and talked for a long time and as the effects started to kick in, she began to move closer to me and eventually rested her head on my chest. I heard her begin to sob again and quickly tried to stop her from crying. I got her to look up at me and told her, that everything would be fine.
She tried to crack a smile, but couldn't. "I'm sorry that I've been so emotional lately, I hope you're not upset at me."
"I could never be upset at you; you're too cute to be mad at." I quickly responded.
"I feel like I should do something to make up for having to deal with me." She said, as her tears began to dry.
She pulled my head down and darted her tongue deep into my mouth. I began to kiss back as we began to make out more intensely. I could feel her hand begin to wander. It didn't take her long to start removing my suit, first the jacket, and then she began unbuttoning my shirt. As she did that, my hands drifted their way down to her breasts. They weren't very big, but I liked them a little smaller anyway. She undid my tie and placed it on the table and threw my shirt to the ground. I started to pull her black tank top over her head, exposing her beautiful sky blue bra. I then knelt down, unbuttoned, and slowly removed her skin-tight jeans. Now her matching panties was staring me right in the face. As I stood up, she knelt down and removed my pants and underwear, causing my seven-inch cock to spring out. She had a shocked look on her face as she began to handle it.
"Oh my god, I've never seen a dick this big before, Hayden's is tiny compared to yours." She said, still with a very surprised look.
"Thank you, Ms. Bilson." I responded.
"Please Ronnie; I think we're far enough into this where you can call me Rachel." She said with a smile.
