My Name is Zack Linwood. I am a 22-year-old college student attending a prestigious university. This story is about my unforgettable first day as a student intern working for a well-known tech company.
I was feeling excited as I walked towards the company headquarters. I still couldn't believe that I had beat out so many other qualified candidates to get this position. I was giddy thinking about making connections that would lead to me landing a job at a well-reputed tech company after finishing my final year of school.
As I entered the lobby, I looked at myself in the large mirror. I worried that my youthful appearance that made it seem a little like I was pretending to be someone else. I was more comfortable in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt than the suit I was wearing.
I noticed that my suit was a bit snug in the shoulders which was likely the result of spending more time at the gym. I always manage stress at the end of an academic term by exercising. I still thought that the dark gray suit still looked good on my 6'1" frame. I was feeling happy with the increased muscle definition that I could make out through the fabric as a result of my weight-lifting efforts.
After heading to the conference room, I completed some forms with an HR representative along with three other interns for the next few hours. We all introduced ourselves, including participating in mandatory ice-breaker game. The intern class included one other guy and two women who appeared equally as thrilled to be getting this opportunity.
At noon, I was introduced to the director of the Virtual Reality department -- Harry Whitehouse. I assumed that Harry must be in his mid-thirties. He dressed in a dapper manner, including wearing a pair of tortoise shell glasses positioned atop his defined cheekbones.
"Hello, Zack. We are so excited to have you with us for the summer. I was very impressed by your CV. I love having young minds working on our team; it provides for such a fresh, out-of-the-box perspective. I mean, I always feel like a geriatric around you young people," Harry said with a brief chuckle.
"You're not that old," I replied before I realized it had come out of his mouth. "Wow, I didn't mean it to come out like that," I said getting more flustered. "I mean you can't be much older than me. You look like you are pretty fit," I heard myself rambling. "I mean I can see those guns through your shirt," I said reaching over to squeeze Harry's left bicep.
"It's okay, Zack," Harry replied to me with a chuckle and a grin. "I don't need you to stroke my ego. That's not part of the job," he said looking at his left bicep.
I quickly removed my hand after realizing that I had failed to do so since I had been so embarrassed by my potentially offensive comments.
"I am going to be honest with you, Zack. We are behind on a deadline to finish up a project. One of my team leaders was supposed to have completed it last week. She had a family emergency that took priority. I am going to ask for your help. I know it won't be the most appropriate use of your skills but we really need an extra pair of hands," said Harry with a slight furrowing of his brow.
"I'm happy to help. Just let me know what you need," I responded.
With a firm nod and smile, Harry started walking towards the front of the front of the office. I instinctively followed him figuring we must be headed out to start working on this aforementioned project.
"Here we are," said Harry.
A sign on a door read, "Please knock: Work in Progress." Harry gave the door three strong knocks before proceeding to open it.
Once inside the room, I saw two men dressed in drab looking custodial overalls surrounded by VR equipment, faceless mannequins, rainbow-colored items, various pieces of furniture, and a large Pride flag. I thought it looked a bit like a teenage girl had been asked to design a room after taking ecstasy for the first time.
"Okay, I am going to leave you with Brandon for the time being. Thank you again for the help, Zack. I'll try to stop by later to see how your first day went," Harry said before leaving.
I was watching him leave as I replayed how stupid I had sounded earlier with my comment about Harry's appearance. I realized that my eyes were focused on Harry's ass as he approached the door. Looking up, I could see that Harry had turned around just in time to catch me looking at his ass. I thought I saw a slight smirk on Harry's face before he turned his head and continued to walk away.
Spinning around, I saw the shorter of the two men I had been left with starting to approach me. He seemed rather flustered.
The man said, "So we need to get this display up yesterday. June is only a few days away and we still don't have a Pride window display ready. I have another intern here already. I am going to need both of you to hustle so we can at least take that down by the end of the day," he said motioning to the brown paper covering the floor-to-ceiling display windows facing the main street outside of the building.
"I am going to have you and Charlie start off by putting our new line of VR headsets on these mannequins. Before you join us, you'll need to change out of that," the man said nodding his chin at my suit jacket. "I'm Brandon," he said in a slightly disoriented manner. "I have been so busy that I didn't introduce myself. Nice to meet you, Zack," he said with a fleeting smile.
I figured it would be easier to move all of the items in the room around with a full range of motion so I took off my jacket. I placed it on a box near the door before walking over back to Brandon.
"I thought I told you to take that off," Brandon said gazing up and down my body. "I am going to go grab you a pair of overalls. It will make it far easier to maneuver and you won't have to worry about ruining your clothes. Just leave your pants and shirt on the same box as your jacket," he said before briskly leaving the room.
I looked over at Charlie. He appeared to be so focused on trying to untangle some cords that he had not heard the conversation. I could feel myself freeze after taking off my tie. My fingers felt stuck in place on the top button of my dress shirt.
I had never been embarrassed of my body but I was worried that someone might walk in before Brandon returned with the overalls. On the other hand, I thought about how Brandon did not seem to be in a great mood and I didn't want to make a bad first impression.
I swiftly removed my dress shirt without a second thought. As I was folding it, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror leaning against the back wall shirt.
It might sound vain but I thought my chest was looking pretty good. I could see my fair, unblemished skin with just a little hair on my lower stomach that led from my belly button to my abs. I tensed my arms a bit and watched as my large biceps popped.
After taking off my dress shoes, I removed my pants and draped them over the box on top of my shirt. I decided to put my shoes back on even though Brandon was supposed to return with the overalls any moment. The patent leather dress shoes at least gave me one item of clothing that kept me from feeling totally exposed in a professional setting.
I looked at the mirror again. I could see myself standing there in shiny black dress shoes and skimpy, black boxer briefs. My last girlfriend had bought me these tighter, fitted underwear. She had joked that if I wanted her to wear sexy underwear for me, I needed to do the same for her.
I looked down at my crotch. I could clearly see a bulge in my underwear which was not a surprise since my cock measures 5 inches soft and is pretty thick. I felt happy that I had not worn white underwear, in light of the circumstances.
