I sat nervously, hoping that the interview I was about to have would lead to a job.
I'd been out of work so long that I was behind in everything. My apartment rent was 6 months in arrears. My car had been repossessed. My hair hadn't been cut in months. My girlfriend took off.
I'd ironed the shirt I wore that day by steaming up the bathroom using the shower, and used my hands to pull out most of the wrinkles. Most, but not all.
I had my freshly washed hair pulled back in a pony tail hoping the man interviewing me for the IT job would see me as one of those geeks.
"Mr. Wallace will see you now, sir," the secretary informed me. I rose and followed her to the office door. She opened it, I entered it.
"Come in, young man. Come in and have a seat. I've been looking over your resume` and am most anxious to meet you."
"Um, thank you Mr. Wallace," I said hopefully, as I sat in one of two chairs that were side by side.
"I understand that you lost your previous employment because of the pandemic."
"Yes sir. They were forced to close their doors when the lock-down was enforced."
"I see. Times were tough for a number of companies and many thousands of people."
I sat in awkward silence as Mr. Wallace scanned my resume`. Finally, he placed it on his desk in a folder and looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time.
He got up from his desk. and came around in front of me. Mr. Wallace is a large man. His head once covered with brown hair was now balding and his combover wasn't working for him. He had a middle-aged paunch at his waist line. A muffin top they call it.
"Son," he began sitting beside me. "I know you're having financial troubles. I'd like to help you but you're simply unqualified for the advertised position for which you applied."
"I can learn, sir," I pleaded. "I can be depended on. I'm always ready to learn new things." I was becoming desperate. "I'll do anything for a job, sir."
He sat quietly, studying me. In sotto voce he said he may be able to help me. "You're sure you want to learn new things?"
"Anything you can throw at me, Mr. Wallace. I will give it my best."
"First young man, do you have family; a girlfriend perhaps?"
"No sir, I don't. My parents are dead and my girlfriend left when my finances went South."
"Any brothers or sisters?"
"None, Mr. Wallace. I was an only child."
"Excellent. Have you thought about going into customer service?"
I thought about it for a few seconds. "Mr. Wallace, it wasn't the job I applied for but I'm good with people. I'm non-confrontational. I'm courteous and polite."
"Yes. I'm sure you're all those things and more," he smiled.
He reached behind my head and took the rubber band off my pony tail, letting my hair hang loose. Using his fingers as a comb, Mr. Wallace parted it in the middle so that my hair hung down each side of my face almost to my shoulders. "Very nice."
He leaned forward, steadying himself with a hand on my thigh. His other hand moved slowly, softly using his thumb to trace the outline of my lips. "Full and soft," he whispered to himself.
I sat frozen in place as Mr. Wallace continued his exploration of my face. "Nice high cheek bones. Very pretty. Soft, doe-like eyes, arching eyebrows. Simply wonderful."
His hand began rubbing my thigh lightly, up and down and inside. I was unprepared for this and certainly unprepared for how my dick twitched involuntarily. Mr. Wallace noticed my growing erection and smiled. "Very good johnnie. You don't mind if I call you johnnie, do you?"
"My few friends call me John, sir."
"Yes. I'm sure they do. But I find it inappropriate for a sweet boy like you. I'm going to ask you to do something most unusual during an interview, johnnie. But for the position I'm thinking will best suit you and make you an asset to our firm, I must ask you to remove your jacket and shirt."
"I don't understand, Mr. Wallace. Why do you want me to remove my clothing?"
"Just a simple inspection son. Nothing sinister, I assure you. Now please do as I say."
I stood up and took my jacket off, "Where can I hang this, sir?"
"Wonderful. A neat boy too. Hang it over the chair johnnie."
I placed my jacket on the chair back and did the same with my shirt. I was standing in front of Mr. Wallace nude from the waist up.
He stood up and circled me. I felt his hands on my back, caressing me. "Smooth soft skin. Nice." Then his hands moved down to my waist. "Very small, that's good johnnie. That's very good."
His hands traveled down to my hips. Muttering to himself, I heard him say, "Narrow waist, wide hips, plump buttocks, Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful."
He came around the front of me. His hands roamed at will over my chest and tummy. "Nice big and round areola." He pinched my nipples. "Sensitive nipples. Very nice, johnnie. They like to be stimulated; I see."
"They've always been like that Mr. Wallace," I said wishing my dick wasn't so hard.
"Yes, johnnie. I'm sure they have been. You may put your shirt back on son."
My head was spinning as I buttoned my shirt. "Sir. May I ask what that inspection has to do with the customer service position?"
"johnnie, my boy. The job pays $500 a week to start. More if you prove to be the asset, I think you'll be. You'll have a company car at your disposal, you'll travel, and have an expense account."
"What will I be doing sir?"
"Servicing our clients, johnnie. Just like the position says, customer service."
"Forgive me but that tells me nothing Mr. Wallace."
He was prepared for my questions. "johnnie, our clientele have different interests. They will let you know what it is they want expect from you. Until then, get used to wearing your hair the way it is now. Let your finger nails grow a bit longer. Not much, just a bit."
"I'm going to give you an address of the hotel one of our clients is in at this time. Go there. Tell the front desk that you have a room reserved in your name, johnnie jones. They'll give you a keycard. In your room if they deliver it as promised, you'll find a box with some specialized apparel in it. There will be instructions for you to follow to the letter. Think you can do that?"
"Yes sir," I said ecstatic to finally be working again.
"Wonderful. On your way out, stop by the secretary and fill out the necessary forms and get the keys to your company car. You're hired my boy."
"Thank you, Mr. Wallace. I promise I won't let you down."
"I'm sure you won't johnnie. Now run along. Report back to me tomorrow morning after spending the night with our client. I want to hear every detail from you. And I don't want to hear a complaint from our client."
"Yes sir," I said leaving his office. "I understand."
I filled out the tax forms, the health insurance forms, the non-disclosure form and was ready to leave.
"I'm finished," I said handing the paperwork to Mr. Wallace's secretary.
She looked the papers over to make sure they were complete. "Here's the fob to the company car, John. It's parked in space B 15. Take the elevator to the basement, that's the parking garage. Your car is a brand-new 2021, Dodge SRT."
I didn't have to be told twice. I almost ran to the elevator. It seemed to take forever for the elevator car to come but when it did, I hoped on and pressed B.
"Fucking beautiful," I thought. The black car glowed in the light.
I drove out to the highway just to get a feel for the thing. It was like nothing I'd ever driven before. Fast, responsive, with one heck of a stereo.
When I finally got to the hotel, it was after 5. I went to the front desk and told them who I was and that I was expected.
They gave me my keycard and pointed to the elevator bank.
The room was exquisite. A suite with a door to an adjoining suite was on the left as I entered.
Going to the bedroom, I found the box Mr. Wallace told me to expect. The pink wrapping with black ribbon looked expensive. If it was anything like to company car, I knew I was in for something special.
I was more like shocked when I opened the box to find a dark purple spaghetti straps nightie. Pulling it out I saw that it was my size though it hung down just above my waist. The matching thong panty was transparent where my dick would be. Under the nightie was a lipstick tube and envelope.
I opened the envelope and saw the note in it was addressed to me. I knew instantly that it had come from Mr. Wallace because it began with, "johnnie."
I read the note and chills ran down my spine.
"As you know, you have been selected to service our clients. Some clients have special requirements that are your job to fulfill.
Before you meet Mr. Smith you must shower and shave. By shaving, sweet boy, I mean your entire body; chest, arms, legs, and most particularly your groin. Once you have completed that task, practice applying the lipstick until you get the hang of it. Yes, it may not be the color you'd choose for yourself but Mr. Smith likes it and he is, after all, our client and that makes him your client.
He will knock on the adjoining suite door at precisely 9 PM. You will greet him wearing the lovely satin nightie, lipstick, and nothing more. Welcome him into your suite. Offer to make him a drink. When he sits, you go to him, kneel at his feet and ask if there is anything you can do to make him comfortable.
This is most important, johnnie. Do whatever he asks. Mr. Smith is a very important client of ours and it is in the firm's best interest to keep him happy. Somethings he may ask of you will be new to you, or perhaps not. Regardless of how those things he expects of you may make you feel, I urge you to do your very best. And remember, johnnie, I want to hear every last detail of what happens tonight. Should all go well, as I expect it will, there will be a significant bonus in your first paycheck.
Make us proud
Mr. Wallace."
"What the fuck is this crap,? I said aloud. I called the office and asked for Mr. Wallace.
"Hello, johnnie?"
"Mr. Wallace, sir, there must be some mistake. The box had women's stuff in it."
"Easy son. Did you read my note?"
"Yes sir. But there has to...."
"Listen, johnnie. I understand that a sensitive boy like you has some misgivings. Let me reassure you. Did I say the job paid $500 a week? I made a mistake. johnnie, my beautiful young man, it pays $750 plus the bonus I mentioned in my note. Can you really afford to say no?"
