About ten days went by until an opportunity arose for TJ to speak to the boss. By then he had rehearsed his plan in his mind umpteen times. The days had dragged a bit since he had watched, through a slightly ajar master bedroom door, the black friend of his boss, Mr Rush, make love to Mrs Rosie, his lovely, much younger white wife.
TJ was still new to the staff of the lawyer's mansion and sprawling estate, and as a recent grad from Blackhorn State College, he was being very careful. He told no one about what he had seen and especially heard as Mrs Rosie screamed in the throes of passion with her very well hung black lover while her husband watched them intently. TJ didn't know if this was a regular occurrence or not with the well-respected lawyer sharing his wife. But he knew enough to be quiet and not mention it to anyone.
Mr Rush always took breakfast at exactly the same time: 7:30 am, and then he was driven by his chauffeur to his office downtown, leaving at exactly 8:00 am for his 8:30 am daily meeting.
Mr Rush liked to start his day flirting with the pretty young busty black maid, Daisy, as she served him breakfast. It was rumoured among some of the staff that she accommodated him in ways that did not involve food, but no one knew that for sure.
Once the service entrance door closed behind her she tended to fuss over the old man, touching his hand when she put his food in front of him and brushing invisible lint off his jacket while standing very close to him. If he touched her in a friendly way she giggled and did nothing to discourage his sometimes wandering hands. It became a ritual. She would then move away while he ate and read his paper, bending over to water the plants and giving him an eyeful up the short skirt of her maid's outfit. He just loved black girls and would brush against her big breasts whenever she came close, which was often. When she removed the dishes she would be sure to give him a nice long look down her front at her most impressive cleavage. So far that innocent flirting was all that had transpired as Mr Rush had what is very common in men in their mid-seventies, erectile dysfunction, and he was self-conscious about his inability to stay hard.
This day, however, TJ brought in the usual silver tray with his neatly folded newspaper, his freshly squeezed orange juice and his daily pills. Then he would repeat the trip presenting lightly scrambled eggs, crispy bacon and well-cooked toast with his steaming hot tea.
Mr Rush was a man who liked his routines and traditions. .
"Oh, good morning TJ where is Daisy this morning?" he asked kindly.
TJ replied, "Morning, Sir, we have had a run of the flu over the weekend and several folks can't get their heads off their pillows. It seems to be a bad strain indeed."
"Sorry to hear the news. I trust the Doctor has been advised, is my chauffeur alright?"
"No sir, Bill is down with it as well, so I wondered if you would like me to drive you to your office?"
"Of course TJ that is very good of you, it seems we can't run any part of this place without you these days!" He laughed.
TJ performed flawlessly and knew his place was in serving, not interrupting, and thus he gave the boss total privacy with his newspaper. He must not push his idea with the boss. He must let the boss tell him what to do, and hopefully, all would go swimmingly.
Mr Rush, later seated alone in the sumptuous luxury of the back seat of his immaculate Rolls, let his mind wander. Daisy could sometimes set his mind to thinking about the young black girls he had seduced over the years and despite his ED 'condition' he could still surreptitiously rub his cock to semi-hardness until it felt nice. He was still in awe of Seydou's massive cock fucking his wife, and he concluded that the scene had, instead of making him feel inferior, turned him on erotically and he wondered if those feelings meant he had gay tendencies. He dismissed those brief thoughts as ridiculous.
Mr Rush knew he was liked and respected by his mainly black staff. Even the grooms, the jockey, the trainer and the horsey staff who looked after the barns on the huge property looked up to Mr Rush as they all called him. None of them even seemed to know his actual proper surname. TJ had joined the staff right out of College where he was a star athlete and Phys-Ed major. He understood the job to be a summer position whilst he sent his resume to schools and universities advertising for staff positions to hopefully land a teaching and coaching position. Right away he knew 'the old man' as some of the staff called him behind his back was a kind, generous and forward-thinking lawyer who respected the people of all races.
However, TJ never referred to the owner as 'the old man' he was far too smart for that. In fact, he never said anything behind the man's back. Mr Rush expected loyalty and complete trust. Mr Rush considered TJ to be a perfect employee, despite his youth and newness to the estate.
None of the staff knew Mrs Rosie very well. She was very much younger than her husband and they had only been married for a few years. The male staff, especially the black men took note of her trim figure, long blonde hair, lovely ample bust and gorgeous long legs. When she entertained her three girlfriends for their weekly tennis match, the men would watch the vision of loveliness in her tiny skirt and tight top, and imagine fucking her, though none of them dared articulate their desires. Mr Rush would watch those scenes unfold with a bemused smile to himself.
As the car moved easily through the lovely countryside Mr Rush broke the silence, "TJ, I must advise Mrs Rosie, as you call her, about this flu business, as she has her fitness class this morning with that young personal trainer fellow.
"I must say, I don't care for him all that much.
"What's his name again?
"How do you folks take to him?"
It was an opening TJ could not resist.
"Well Mr Rush, sir, he does not treat us blacks at all that well. We all think he has a superior attitude, and he seems to look down on all black people, not just the servants.
"His name is Bruce, sir, and from what he tells me, I don't think he is all that smart, and not much good with generally accepted proper physical training methods, at least the ones I have been studying for the past four years!"
Mr Rush replied, "You know TJ I really appreciate your honesty. I think Mrs Rosie is unhappy with him too, I shall speak to her about it tonight. Please tell me more about your physical education studies."
TJ was delighted to talk about his courses and his experiences on everything from diet to personal training. Without too much embellishment he frankly made a compelling case why he could be considered as Mrs Rosie's personal trainer without coming right out and saying it. He hoped he had not pushed too hard.
