Claires New Hire Saves Me Ch 02

So I walked into my office to wait for my meeting with Claire. Sat at my desk. Looked at Ana's picture. Almost cried but held myself in check. Barely.

I was about to walk out and find the nearest bar when Claire strode in, as she always did, looking like the master of all she surveyed. Or Mistress I guess.

I was grieving and short tempered and didn't like her attitude much right then to be honest.

"Good. I'm glad you managed to drag yourself out of the bottle long enough to make this meeting. "

"Stop with the preaching Sister Claire. I'm not in the mood."

"You're going to sit there and listen to what I have to say. I'm...."

"Claire, stop! I know you can see that I'm hurting. I know you're hurting too. I'm glad that you can still just go on like nothing has changed. But I've lost everything!"

"Stop. Stop right now and listen to me..."

"No!", I snapped "Remember whose firm this is Claire. Mine. You work for me. And I said STOP!"

"Oh? So you think I work for you? A drunk? No, I don't think so."

"Fine, I'll accept your resignation if thats what you want. Just go Claire."

"You know, Ana, my best friend, loved you more than anyone or anything in this world and I tried to help and I kept my mouth closed but now....I'll say it....you can be a really dumb bastard sometimes."

"Yeah." I said holding my head in my hands.

" Have you read Ana's will, oh great and mighty lawyer boss?"

" What?"

" The will. Ana's will. Have you been sober enough to read it, even once?"

"What are you talking about? Ana died. Her stuff goes to me."

"You're a shit lawyer if you don't know probate. Wait, I take that back. You're just a dumbass. She had a will. All her personal stuff goes to you. Her shares of the firm go to me. I had 10% and each of you had 45%. Remember?

Now, I have 55%. I'm the managing partner and I'm your boss. So I don't tnink I'll be submitting my resignation today."

"I'll sue you then."

"Go ahead. But not a single member of this firm will so much as pass you a piece of paper to help. Because they work for me. And they all know it."

"Fuck Claire. How could you?"

"Ana did it, you ass! To take care of you! She made me promise. But you're going to have to meet me half way."

"No, I'll tell Richard about all the times you..."

Claire started laughing. Out loud.

"Go ahead. You've got his number. He will just wonder why you are upset. Richard really likes when I take him in hand."

"Huh. Well...... Shit, Claire."

" I know buddy. Are you done with your little fit now? We need to get to business. I have things to do."

So we sat and I listened. With a pounding headache. Claire went over how things were going to run going forward. At least I would get to keep my

big office suite with the bathroom and butlers kitchen. I could stock it with bourbon.

" Lastly, we come to your job performance. I'm not going to be taking care of your little testosterone imbalances anymore. I'm the boss now. Don't want any sexual harassment lawsuits. So I've hired someone."

"No, Claire. I can't. I'm not ready. Hell. I'm not even thinking about that."

"You're going to be. Eventually. Listen, either get with the program or get out. I've got a package ready for you. Just sign for it and I'll move some other guy in here to do the client smoozing and show up for the verdicts. But then you're done. We both know where you'll end up."

I had to think a few minutes. Claire just waited silently. She was right, damn it.

" Ok. Do I know this woman?"

"Oh, I had to hire from outside the firm. Well, from outside the city actually."

Claire sent a text on her cell and a moment later the door opened. A sex pot of a young woman walked in. I mean damn. She was built like a young Elizabeth Montgomery except with dark hair and catlike green eyes. That had to be a tailor made dress. Well. Ok. My cock gave a strong twitch of approval. I could work with this situation.

"Carol, we won't need the severance package."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Fuck was that accent Tennessee? Alabama? Hmmm. I was starting to feel a little more pressure. I was a sucker for accents. Carol walked back out of my office and I was wondering what was going on when a man walked in. A young, blonde, effeminate, man. God his hair was perfect. His shoes were shined. His tailored suit was immaculate. He looked twelve.

"William may I introduce your new charge."

"Um Claire? What's this?"

"This is William. He's your new man servant. Excellent references. He's charged with....oh.... basically running your life until I either fire you, you quit, or I think you can manage on your own. Say Hello to William."

Ok. Definitely not feeling anything now. I mean. He was a pretty man. Trim and petite in his European suit. But I wasn't gay. Not even Bi. Never curious.

" Ok so William is my...um butler?"

" Man servant."

" And Carol will....."

"Carol is my Executive Assistant and you will do whatever she tells you in a professional capacity. Respectfully. And that is absolutely all."

"William will....what exactly will William be doing?"

"Think of William here as a replacement for everything Ana and I used to do in your life."

"But...but..."

"Yep. William is your new...um...body man. We'll call him that. Really you're lucky I was able to find him. You can thank Carol for that too. She found our William here for me. And saved me from having to fire you for being a useless drunk.

Now William, why don't you take "bossman" here back to your house for the weekend and try to him ready to work next week. I'll have the house taken care of while you two are ~giggle~ getting acquainted."

"What do you mean Claire. That's my house."

"Yes, and it needs to be cleaned and aired out and I'm sure the laundry needs to be done. The groceries stocked. Plus William is going to need one of the suites for his personal things and to get everything set up to take care of you."

I couldn't really argue those points. Plus I was still trying to wrap my head around my new situation. I admit feeling pretty betrayed by Ana leaving her shares to Claire.

"Follow me please, Sir? I have a car waiting downstairs." Irish? Very Posh.

I got to my feet and as I stepped around my desk I heard Mr. Perfect William say

"There's a good gentleman. I'm sure we are going to get along famously, Sir."

"Yeah, sure Billy. Looking forward to it.", I said with a resigned sigh.

"You boys have fun!!" Claire called as I followed William out of my office.

I was only slightly embarrassed by Carol's smirk as I walked past her.

Why was my cock getting hard? Walking behind what looked a lot like a petite blonde tomboy dressed as a man. I just shook my head, not seeing any option except to follow.

A short ride in the back seat of a limo tinted Cadillac with William sitting beside me in silence found me in front of a small immaculately kept craftsman style home on the outskirts of the city.

"Please follow me, Sir." William said again after the driver opened the door for me and handed me out of the car like I was a woman.

"Jesus." I thought. Completely confused and needing a large strong drink.

As he unlocked the door I entered an equally well kept foyer and looked around.

" Welcome to my home, Sir. Come with me and I'll show you to your space."

I followed him to the left down a short hall and through a wooden door into a completely white room with no windows and a single other door to what I assumed was a closet or bathroom. It was sparsely furnished with a twin bed, a small bedside table, one heavy looking straight backed wooden chair and a strange bench like thing.

It looked sort of like the narrow benches I had seen in a hallway or a mud room. A narrow bench with a tall back and storage space underneath. But this one looked new and had strange holes and rings attached all over it. Before I could puzzle out what I was looking at I heard sweet Billy say "Remove your clothes and place them on the chair please, Sir"

Say what? Listen buddy! First thoughts that came to my mind and I was trying to decide how to react when he said,

"Now please, Sir. I have a lot of work to do today before I can rest."

"Look Billy, I need a drink and then we need to talk about all this."

" No, Sir. No more drinking. You'll disrobe now please or I shall call Ms. Claire and report my failure. And your resignation."

I looked him right in the eyes and my experience told me he wasn't joking or bluffing.

"Ok Sweet Billy." I whispered like a petulant child and began removing my clothes.

William stood there. Perfectly still. He watched me remove all of my clothes and set it all on the straight back chair provided. Then walked past me telling me again to follow as he walked into a spacious bathroom with a big claw footed tub.

"I think that I'll allow you 10 minutes or so to take care of necessaries while I go prepare a few things for your bath Sir."

Great. William walked out and closed the door. I took care of some necessaries and then started snooping in the very limited cabinet space only to find. Nothing. So I waited.

Upon his return, holding a tray with some pills on a cloth napkin and a short tumbler of water, William said " Please take these, Sir. It will help with the headache and the desire for drink."

Yes, please. I swallowed them.

He left the room and I sat down onto the toilet waiting for him to bring me some soap and towels so I could take a shower. Maybe I could fall asleep tonight. Get some rest. Not dream about Ana and her soft curves holding me. My cock started to grow. Like a lot. And I started to feel warm and a little spacey. Good pills. I should have just gotten these instead of bourbon. Where was I again. Oh yeah, sweet Billy was coming back with some towels. I tried to reach down and stroke my cock and I missed.

"Feeling better now Sir? Good. Lets get you into the tub now. There's a good gentleman." William had returned with an arm load of towels and a small leather suitcase he sat of the sink. He had removed his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves and was now wearing a butchers apron to protect his clothes.

William maneuvered me into the tub. I didn't resist. Couldn't really. He put me on my knees and I just sat there. Blissful.

"Hey. Hey. Sweet Billy! I'm thinking that you drugged me. What is this shit? I like it. I'm not complaining but are you going to take advantage of me? I started giggling like a school girl and looked down. My cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it. Damn, these pills make me a stud!

"Just something to make you calm, Sir. I'm going to bathe you. Then we'll get you tucked in. Only then will I take advantage of you."

That was a good joke. I laughed.

When was the last time you had someone give you a bath? Trust me it's been too long. I was groomed head to toe. Finger and toenails too. Every little nook and cranny. Head laid back and shampooed. Face shaved and moisturized. Even a quick trim with cordless clippers. All over. Manscaped like a catamite. I was slick and smooth all over by the time the water was drained.

I didn't resist. Couldn't resist this young man's firm hands all over my body. Not going to lie. It felt good. He was efficient but not rushed. Businesslike but still there was a sense of caring. I could tell he wanted to do a good job. Be thorough. My arms didn't work all that good. But my cock throbbed and wished he would touch it. Then my mind would be ashamed of wanting a man to touch me. Then my cock would get hard again as I looked at sweet Billy's hands or lips. He really was pretty. Then again with the shame. It was the best bath I'd ever had. I wasn't going to tell him that though. But, yeah. I wanted it again.

I was so complacent that I didn't even question being moved and left face down and ass up on the bathroom floor while William stepped out of my sight line.

"This will be a little uncomfortable but it is necessary to purge the toxins Sir."

What are you talking about Billy... Hey!!

William gripped the back of my neck and held me to the floor firmly with his left hand and with his right inserted something up my ass!

"Sssshhh. You'll take it all Sir. There's a good gentleman. Take it all."

It seemed like it never stopped as the enema flowed up and into my guts.

And me, with my stupid hard twitching cock, couldn't even manage to protest. I was outside my body for this experience. Watching myself lay there, making low moans while William kept up the invasion.

Three. Three times. Felt like 20 gallons. Floor to toilet and repeat. I was just a puppet. William's puppet. Sweet Billy's rag doll. Then back into a freshly drawn warm bath for another soaping and rinsing and I found myself back in the bedroom on the chair. Wrapped in warm towels and staring at that weird bench while William busied himself with cleaning up.

At some point, William asked me,

"Will Sir want to dine or shall I get Sir ready for bed?"

"Ummm, bed?"

"Very Good, Sir."

That's when my life changed permanently. You know how just one experience can completely change the way you see yourself and the world?

Well, here's mine.

~Ch. 3 will be out soon.~