Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2022 01:20:50 +0200 From: S P Subject: Being George's assistant - 2 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 glad to inspire a new generation of "assistants". Please donate to Nifty that keeps all this for free: http://donate.nifty.org Being George's Assistant - 2 I was a little taken aback by George's comment but we sat their and talked for about another half hour or so. It was a pretty slow day at the office and it was one of those rare times where you could actually chat with one of your coworkers. It just happened to be my boss. I learned George had made quite a fortune for himself using his trust fund to play the stock market. He estimated he had about ten times the fortune of his father. He also told me about some of his recent female conquests. It seemed like it was not all that unusual for him to have a threesome. Our conversation was halted when that subordinate came back in. He had apparently done some revisions on that report but he also had George's loafers. They looked brand new. George took the report and glanced over it. "This looks good for now. Those loafers look really good. Just go ahead and put them on my feet." The guy looked a little embarrassed but without hesitation slipped them gently onto George's feet while they hung over the side of his desk. He then left the office. George was still looking over the report. "I think you might have to work late and make some more revisions on this. I really like the way you have revised some other reports so far. You seem to know exactly what I expect. I wish I could say the same for Ryan." It all became clear then. It was Ryan back from our college days. The kid that seemed to be George's slave back then was apparently working for him now. This time he was actually getting paid."I think you know Ryan, he use to be in our frat." "Yeah, I thought he looked familiar. He was your lackey." George smiled, "Yeah he was one of them." You had to admire the guy. He really seemed to enjoy having other guys at his whim, and really had no trouble finding others to do his bidding. I always sort of saw myself in this position someday but here I was as the assistant to someone like that. Strangely I did not mind. "Well, I will stay and work on that report. I'll make sure it looks good." I said. There was no sense making George stay and plus it was my chance to earn some brownie points. "Cool, I have a date tonight and this girl is a fucking dime. Oh, I almost forgot. I am going to be playing golf tomorrow afternoon would you please clean up my golf shoes. I want to look good on the course tomorrow." I could not believe it. We had been chatting like old buddies just five minutes before and now I had been lowered to the position of shoe cleaner much like Ryan. I had no idea why he thought I would do it but I found myself telling him it was no problem. The revisions on the report were pretty easy to fix and I had revised most of it in about an hour. I then made it over to George's closet and found his golf shoes. They looked like he had stepped in a couple of rough patches. I grabbed them and began removing the mud and dirt from the bottom. It was hard for me to imagine but I had been reduced to a shoe cleaner. I still felt lucky to have this job and thought that if I did this it may pay off for future advancement. After giving the tops a good scouring the golf shoes looked brand new as well. I looked at the clock and could not believe the time. I had been working on these golf shoes for two hours. They did look good. I took another look and that is when I noticed the smell emanating from the inside. It was much stronger than the smell coming form George's feet earlier and I felt myself becoming a little aroused. I buried my nose in the shoe and it was awesome. I convinced myself that If ever given the opportunity again I would not hesitate clean, shine, or buff George's shoes. I never could have imagined myself saying that before but this somehow seemed life changing. I decided that the smell needed to go as well. It was probably a little disgusting to an alpha like George so I found some Febreze in one of the cleaning closets and sprayed the inside of his shoes. They actually smelled pretty fresh after that. I placed them back in the closet and left the office. I hoped George would be pleased by the report but I was more excited to hear his review on the golf shoes. Man, I was such a little bitch and I had only worked there a few days.