Cindy heard her manager on the walkie ask her to come see him in his office. Cindy sighed. She was always getting stuck with the work her manager didn't want to do because she was the "assistant manager." She stepped into his office, not hiding any of her feelings of annoyance. "What is it now Carl?" she asked.
Carl explained, "We have a new employee starting today named Sven. He is an immigrant with a limited knowledge of English. I need you to show him the ropes."
Cindy rolled her eyes. Carl guided her to the front of the restaurant. "This is Sven," Carl said, "Sven. Cindy is going to help you get through your first day." Cindy looked over at Sven. Her eyes studied his muscular arms in his tank top and the tightness of his jeans against his legs.
"Hello," Sven said with a warm smile, "Is good to meet you. Yes?"
Cindy blushed and nodded her head silently.
"Great," Carl said, "I've got other tasks to complete. Cindy. Get him into a uniform and put him to work."
Cindy replied, "Yes sir." Cindy took Sven's hand and walked him into the backroom of the restaurant. She handed Sven the proper button-down black shirt, matching pants, and apron. "You'll need to get changed into these." She tugged gently on his tank top and then pointed to the uniform.
"Yes," he said. He reached down and pulled his tank top off, revealing his muscled torso. Her eyes were glued to his virile, masculine body. It was all the more arousing with a tattooed outline of a fire starting at his right hip and stretching up to the right side of his abs. He soon undid his jeans pulling them off to reveal his blue boxers.
Cindy's face was crimson with shock. "Sven," she said, "You should have waited for me to step out first."
Sven tilted his head to the side. "Wait?" he asked, "Okay." He stood before her in only his boxers.
