My mom, Charlotte, was the owner of The Fan, a popular sports bar where I earned extra money for my college classes working as a busboy. She decided to promote me to a managerial position, and as such, we put out an ad for a new busboy to fill my old position. My mother went through potential applicants, and to my horror, the last person interviewed was Todd, my bully from back when I was in high school. My mom was happy to see a familiar face and gave my bully a hug upon seeing him. I was sure I had told her about how Todd had tormented me before, but she was acting like either she didn't remember or didn't care. She was all over Todd the moment he walked into the bar. He had beefed up significantly since we last saw one another.
Todd was back in town after working at his father's bar for a few years after school. During that time, he obtained his bartender's license, impressed my mother with several alcoholic concoctions of his own, and had experience managing a bar. After his father sold the bar, Todd decided to come back to his roots and start his life anew. When he got wind of my mom hiring at The Fan, Todd applying for a position there seemed like a no-brainer, at least to him. The thing is, he didn't want the busboy position - he wanted the managerial job I was set to be promoted to. I tried to nip this idea in the bud when the three of us were standing together in her office, but before I could get a word in edgewise, Todd poked me out the door with one finger. I heard my mom gasp as I went flying backward into the wall behind me. The only thing I saw when I looked up was the door being slammed in my face.
I sat at the bar waiting for Todd to come out of my mom's office, but they didn't come out for almost a half hour. When they approached me, my mom told me that she wasn't going to hire a new busboy because Todd was a better fit for the managerial job I was gunning for. As such, I would continue doing the bar's grunt work in addition to anything and everything Todd - who was now going to be my boss - told me to do. My mom believed that Todd had what it took to make the bar more profitable. I didn't even get a say, nor was my opinion asked for. I couldn't help but notice that my mom's blouse was unbuttoned, and her skirt seemed slightly ripped from the bottom center. Also noticeable was the smile on my mother's face - she looked quite a bit happier than you would expect someone to be after hiring a new bar manager.
My mother was right, though. Todd did have solid experience, more so than me. If him being my superior at work was best for the family business, who was I to contest her decision? She also made a good point of Todd already putting me through orientation, so to speak, as had been the beta to his alpha for years. I was a natural fit to execute all that Todd commanded.
It might have rubbed me the wrong way initially, but my mother was a smart businesswoman. I had faith in her decision and complied with it dutifully.
When I got to work the next day, I began my daily chores, and after walking downstairs to the cellar, I heard moaning coming from a stack of beer bottles. Peeking over some boxes, I caught Todd leaning against the wall with his pants down. His head was cocked back, and he had a smile on his face, the kind you couldn't scrub off. A girl I couldn't get a clear view of was on her knees in front of my bully sucking and slurping on his enormous cock. I couldn't take my eyes off how thick Todd's dick was - from what I would see, the girl's lips could barely wrap around his girth. Todd was holding up her hair with one hand and gripping the back of her head with the other. He was forcefully encouraging her to take his big dick deeper, and though she was gagging, she certainly wasn't stopping him.
"Suck my cock, boss," Todd commanded, grinning ear to ear.
"Mmmgghhphh," the girl replied. Who calls their girl, 'boss,' I thought to myself.
"Mmmm, I'd do anything for you Todd. I'm so glad your back. I mpphhph..."
Suddenly Todd turned his head around and saw me, but instead of stopping, he just thrust his hips into the girl's face harder, winking at me and giving me a thumbs-up.
***
As time went on, Todd turned into a total slacker at work. He really didn't do anything except delegate work to me, which he got full credit for as the "manager", of course. The work I was doing for him was in addition to my regular duties as a grunt worker. I made him look like a superstar because of my work ethic, but with all the time I was putting into work, I often came home late - I might as well have kept the out-of-town job based on how little time I spent at home.
Todd's slacker attitude at work had set a precedent, and many of the other employees were handing me jobs they should have been doing. When I brought this up to Todd, he told me to man up and do something about it. I felt like he was challenging me at that moment, like he was testing my manliness. A smirk appeared on his face when I back-peddled and told him I was fine with being overworked, that I was a company guy, and was happy to help any way I would. I figured if I complained too much, I was setting myself up for a possible demotion if not outright firing. I was lucky to have a job in the company at all, as it paid for my college and other necessities. I figured there was some truth to what Todd had said - if I were to man-up about anything, it should be my own work ethic, not trying to change the way my peers treated me.
