This story was not written by me but inspired by me to the author Kyle. I hope I can reconnect with Kyle. Thanks for all your comments. I am most interested in parts that you liked most and if there is a part right from your life.
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Being George's Assistant - 4
I dropped to my knees at the end of the couch not believing what I was about to do. It had only taken three days and I had somehow fallen under George's spell. I was like Ryan or one of his other gofers. I could not figure out why I was enjoying it though. It was a little disturbing. I grabbed his right foot first. I had never really given a foot massage before but I knew I better not disappoint. I began kneading all over the sole of his foot. I looked up for a reaction but he had taken out his phone and was either texting or doing something on the internet. Pretty much ignoring me. I was a little disappointed that I was getting no recognition or even a reaction. I decided it was best to concentrate on my job at hand and began working his feet even harder. "You are pretty damn good at this. Have you ever done this before?"
"Actually no, I haven't."
"Well keep on doing what you are doing. It feels nice having somebody work over your tired smelly feet. It must have been about ninety degrees out on the course today and man my feet were sweating. Not only that, they seriously started hurting around hole 11. That is when i started to think about how nice a foot massage would be." The whole time he was talking I just got harder and harder. I was brought back to reality when the door opened and Tony walked in. Tony was a vice president at our branch. Just a little under George in the pecking order. He came in and asked George about his day of golf. They both just ignored me as I sat there and continued working on my boss's feet.
Tony finally cast his gaze on me and turned to George and said, "Damnit George, where do you find these great assistants? If I told my guy to do that he would probably quit on the spot and sew the company. Your new guy has been on the job for three days and he is down massaging your disgusting smelly feet."
"Hey now, don't talk that way about my feet," George said with a teasing smile. "I didn't even ask really. I just sort of mentioned that my feet were really sore and he volunteered to massage them for me. I was just going to call one of my girls to come over and do it but figured why should I wait if he was so eager."
He characterized it as "eager" when I had tried to seem just the opposite. Tony just laughed, "Send him down to my office sometime if he is so eager to massage feet." They both laughed as if I was not even there and continued chatting before Tony excused himself. I was embarrassed by the whole situation yet I still had my erection. George sat back and continued to ignore me. He had flipped on the television and was watching the news. Some financial show, probably checking the market. It was another good hour before he told me I could stop. It was exactly five o'clock and he swung his feet around.
"Did you polish my wing tips and do that laundry?"
"Yes sir, would you like me to grab a fresh pair of socks and your wing tips?"
"That would be nice. Thanks for suggesting it. I grabbed the socks from this morning that I had washed and his shiny wing tips. When I came back I just stood there sort of looking stupid. Then I realized what was expected I dropped to my knees again and put the socks on both of his still pungent feet. I then put the shoes on and tied them.
"I'm getting out of here. Finish up that work. Don't stay too late since you are coming in tomorrow. I may swing by with a few other errands." George said as he grabbed his briefcase and left the office. I stayed until nine. Most of that time was spent cleaning up his golf shoes. They looked great when I left.