Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2022 13:39:03 +0200
From: S P <ampmuscl@gmail.com>
Subject: Being Georges assistant - 5

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".

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Being George's Assistant - 5

I rolled into the office the next day around 8. When I entered George's
office I saw his golf shoes sitting on his desk with a piece of paper.
They had mud caked to the bottom and the once white tops now had brown
dirt smudges smeared across. He must have dropped them off this morning
because there was also a list of errands for me to run. As if I did not
have enough to do already.

George's note stated that he needed those golf shoes at around 10 because
he had a 11AM tee time today. It was getting a little ridiculous but I
went to work on the shoes. They did not resemble the shoes I had cleaned
to perfection the other day. They started looking familiar as I removed
dirt and mud. The whole time the aroma of George's feet crept up my nose
and I could not help but feeling happy. The shoes were looking pretty
good around ten til 9. So I decided to take a look at the rest of the
list. Cleaning his restroom was the next priority. Apparently he and his
friends had created quite a mess yesterday while using it. I hated doing
it but it was what George wanted and I really did not want to start
looking for another job. Especially in the poor economic climate we were
in. So I grabbed some cleaning supplies and embarked upon my next chore.

The bathroom was sort of a train wreck. All that hard work I had done the
other day had pretty much been trashed. It looked like one of the guys
had missed the toilet and there was a nice puddle of piss on the floor
underneath the urinal. Great, I thought. Now I was going to be cleaning
up a puddle of it. The urinal also had yellow spots all over it and
whoever used it last had not flushed. The worst part was the smell. I
opened the stall door and there sat a huge shit in the toilet. George had
obviously left that since he was in there the longest the other day. Now
I would have to clean with that smell. I flushed the toilet and of course
the rotating action left a brown swirling streak all around the
porcelain. I got my toilet brush and the toilet cleaner and began working
on the toilet first. It took a good half hour to get the toilet in good
working order. I finally did. It once again looked brand new. Next up was
the floor. I hoped that I could find a mop but once again no luck. I was
down on the tile floor wiping up some other guy's mistake. George would
probably find this quite amusing if he could see it. After cleaning up
the floor I scrubbed the urinal. George walked into the office right
then. He saw me in the bathroom and walked in to say hi and ask how
things were going. "Move, I have to piss." Once again his timing was
going to mean I was going to have to spend another fifteen minutes
cleaning the urinal. I once again was still on my knees when he without
any care unzipped and pulled out his big dick and began sending a nice
yellow stream into the toilet. "Dude you should have seen these two
girls." I thought he was talking to me but had failed to realize he had
pulled out his phone and was talking on it while he held his big dick
with his other hand. "Yeah they were twins and boy could they both suck
cock. I had them take turns. One of them sucked on it while the other
licked my balls. They were so hot. I was thinking about asking for a rim
job. I decided that was pretty cruel even for me since my ass was sweaty
from playing golf. Yeah, I am going out again today. I just came in to
check up on my assistant and grab my golf shoes. Yeah, he has done a
great job on them both times. You should bring yours by." This whole
conversation went on as he pissed. Finally he just stood there his dick
still dripping urine on to the rim on the urinal. Another cleaning for
me. George hung up on his friend. "It looks good in here, but the urinal
will need touched up again. I took my rag and wiped the rim off as he put
his dick away. He just sort of sneered at me. "Kyle, lets just make this
part of your normal routine. I like a clean restroom and you do such a
good job." I sat there speechless. George eyed himself in the mirror
washed his hands and through the paper towel in the direction of the can
but missed. I rushed over on my knees and tossed it into the trash. When
I looked up he was sitting behind his desk. He made eye contact and then
it happened. He pointed to his golf shoes and then down to his feet. I
guess I was suppose to put them on for him. For some reason I did not
even get off my knees. Instead I moved over to his desk while still on
them. I unleashed his Nike sneakers. They looked a little ratty but they
came off rather easily. He had not been wearing them long and already the
whole office smelled like his manly feet when I unleashed both from their
prisons. George was once again ignoring me as I slipped on his golf shoes
and tied them. It was pretty humiliating but what else was knew. I was
not expecting what happened next. George lifted his right foot and placed
it on my shoulder and as I bent over to tie the left sneaker and then the
left joined the right on my back after I finished tying it. I should have
thrown his feet off and walked out right there. I didn't. I just sat
there and did nothing. For some reason it just felt right to
me. George after all was the boss. I was just his assistant. I guess he
could pretty much do what he wanted. The call went on for about five more
minutes he hung up. I thought he would let me up but his feet still
remained. "Should be a nice day for golf today. I may go out a couple a
days a week for golf now that I have you. I guess I better get going. It
looks like you have a long list still to complete. Me and my friends
might swing by again after the game. For beers and whatever. Make sure
the fridge is stocked. If it isn't here is some cash for you to go buy
some." With that he flipped me a couple of twenty dollar bills and left.
Nothing was said about the footrest incident. George had to know that he
had me. Who else would not have objected to that kind of treatment?


To be continued

Look forward to your comments. Especially if you have a George in your
life or would like to approach your George. ampmuscl@gmail.com