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I was a food delivery driver when I first laid eyes on Victor. I’d been delivering a sandwich to a lady at a desk, and then as I headed to the elevator that would take me back to my car, he was exiting the elevator. We made eye contact, and I just knew he was important. He walked with confidence and grace, and there was a glint in his green eyes that told me he could be cutthroat if needed.
He dressed important, too. He wore a navy blazer and light khaki slacks. I knew how to dress well, too, but not when I was doing my second job delivering food to the myriad of residents scattered across the city of Champion, Washington. It was a hustle-and-bustle type city that had grown up around me—I’d lived here my whole life, apart from college, and I would have once said it was a shithole. But, as it appeared, it drew in some big businesses that stimulated our economy enough to turn the once almost-quaint downtown into a faux-brutalist business district.
TannerCorp was one such business, and as soon as I was back in my car, I googled their executive board. Immediately, I saw those piercing green eyes and sharp jaw. His name was Victor Tanner, Jr., and he was the CFO. His father, Victor, Sr., was the CEO and owner of the company, and by the look of the picture on their website, he’d been there a while. Originally, TannerCorp was founded in Philadelphia, according to the website. But I couldn’t quite figure out just what they did.
I googled Victor further. He was a trust fund baby who went to an Ivy League school and studied business. I assumed his father had paid his way as an alumnus himself, but nonetheless, he seemed to have his roots planted in Champion. But in all my quick searching, I could find a wife or kids. He was much too handsome and successful to be single by accident, so I figured he enjoyed the bachelor lifestyle and the freedom that came with having money.
Then my phone pinged with a notification for my next order, and I all but forgot about Victor Tanner. But after that order, I was told by my dispatcher to return to TannerCorp, but there were no additional details. Typically, they only sent me back if there was an issue with an order, but not without picking up a replacement from the restaurant first. However, the dispatcher told me to head right back. So I did.
My heart was racing a bit as the elevator ascended back to the eleventh floor of this massive office building. I didn’t know much about TannerCorp, other than its name, but it seemed to be busy and lucrative enough.
The doors opened, and I walked back to the desk. Standing there, behind the woman to whom I’d just delivered, was Victor Tanner, staring at me with those green eyes. The woman looked upset, embarrassed almost.
“Hi, there,” I said to her. “Was there something wrong with your order?”
“No—“ she began, but she was cut off by Victor, whose voice was almost nasal, higher than I expected, but still just as commanding.
“Lisa, here, would like to apologize to you for such a small tip. You had to come all the way across town, and she only tipped you—what, Lisa, was it five dollars?” He looked into my eyes the entire time. The way he spoke to her was almost off-putting, but there was something entrancing about it.
“Yes,” Lisa said, her head falling. The dark curls around her face became almost a veil of shame.
“That’s beyond generous,” I inserted. “I have some deliveries where I make maybe a dollar. I consider a five a great order! And this is just a supplementary job anyway. I also work down at the docks.” I was trying to lighten everyone’s moods, and I was also quite curious why this man cared so much about how much his front desk employee tipped for lunch.
I watched his eyes get big, and then he squinted a bit.
“Either way, TannerCorp is better than a five dollar tip. Here,” he said, reaching into the inside of his blazer. He pulled out a stack of cash, as if right from the bank. “This should cover your trouble, and especially for coming back.”
He stepped next to Lisa and held out the money. I didn’t take it.
“I can’t… accept this,” I said, almost awestruck.
“I insist. Lisa insists, too. Don’t you, Lisa?”
“Yes,” Lisa said, even softer before. “I insist.”
So I hesitantly took the money and shoved it into my pocket, resolving to count it later.
“Th-thank you, very much,” I said to them both, wishing desperately to escape the discomfort of the situation. The last thing I wanted was for someone to get in trouble at their work.
“What was your name?” Victor’s eye contact hadn’t broken once. He looked to be maybe 35, just a few years older than me. But his skin was healthy, wrinkle-free as though he’d never worked in his life.
“Garrett,” I said. He extended a hand, so I shook it, gripping it as firmly as I could. I learned early on in life that most people wouldn’t like a sissy handshake, so that was just one of the ways I hid parts of myself to the world—especially when I was working.
“Garrett, it was a pleasure,” Victor smiled. His teeth were perfect. Beyond perfect. I felt my face getting hot as I studied his. The wide grin, the short, dark hair.
“Well, thank you again,” I said, feeling flustered. I turned toward the elevator again, and I could hear Victor quietly berating poor Lisa.
As I made my way back down to the parking garage, I felt myself torn between hoping I never crossed paths with Victor Tanner again and wanting to see him as soon as possible. Truthfully, he was very physically attractive. The way he looked into my eyes made me feel important, and his handsome face didn’t hurt.
I was getting hard in my pants, and once the door to my car was closed, I decided to pull it out. There weren’t any cars near me, and I was parked in a corner. So I pictured Victor in my mind and started stroking.
I didn’t jerk off in my car often, but sometimes the urge struck while I was delivering. I made it a rule to sanitize my hands in the car and then go wash them in the next building, and I had a ton of sanitizing wipes in my car for my job anyway.
So I leaned the seat back a bit and enjoyed myself. I imagine what Victor might look like on his knees, or standing over me. I wondered if he was cut or not, if he kept his bush trimmed or let it grow.
’Garrett, it was a pleasure,’ he had said. I imagined pleasuring each other, writhing and moaning. I pictured him walking to his car and spotting me, entering my passenger seat and immediately whipping his dick out.
And that was enough to take me there, and a white fountain of cum sprayed and dripped onto my stomach. I had been smart enough to pull my shirt up, but now I had to clean up. So I grabbed some antibacterial hand towelettes and cleaned myself, and then I put my softening cock away, zipped up, and pulled out of the parking garage.
I parked at a nearby fast food place to wash my hands, and back in the car, I checked the money he’d given me. It was a stack of ten $10 bills. My jaw dropped. I’d never made $100 in one order. I barely cracked that on a good day. And so I tucked it away in my wallet—tips were the drivers’ to keep, no questions asked.
I thought that might be the last I saw of Victor Tanner, Jr., but I was wrong. I was very wrong.
About a week later, I was working at the freight docks. As a coastal city, we got a lot of shipments in and out, and I just patrolled the area to make sure civilians didn’t get into trouble. It was an entry-level security job, but it had benefits and a good-enough pay. The food delivery was more just to keep myself busy.
Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me.
“Garrett?”
I whirled around in my orange high-visibility vest, and before me was Victor. He had on an olive green blazer this time, and he had a smile on his face.
“Uh, yeah?” I was flabbergasted, honestly, and I couldn’t string together any other words than that.
“You probably have no clue who I am,” he began. Obviously that wasn’t the case, but I thought it might be even more strange to be honest. “I’m Victor Tanner, from TannerCorp. You came and delivered to my secre—my administrative assistant.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, nodding, still wondering what he was doing there. “Did I… do something wrong?”
I only briefly mentioned that I worked here, I thought, almost worried.
“No, no,” he said, stepping closer to me. “Quite the opposite, actually.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I would actually like to offer you a job. It’s not working out with Lisa,” he said with pursed lips. My mind was absolutely reeling immediately.
“I… don’t know what to say,” I sputtered. He was within a few feet of me now, looking ever-so intently into my eyes again. It was intimidating but also alluring, like an anglerfish’s light in the pitch black reaches of the sea.
“Well, I hope you say yes, because I’ve already contacted your boss here and let him know you’re joining my team.” There was a smarminess to his words that almost offended me.
“Wallace? You talked to Wallace already?”
“He owes me a favor anyway,” Victor said, checking his fingernails. “You don’t even have to finish your shift.”
I squinted at him. Is he for real? What’s the catch?
“What’s the catch?” The words escaped my lips, and I was almost embarrassed.
“No catch. You get full benefits, paid time off after the first three months… What do you make here, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I did mind, but I was so frazzled that I decided, fuck it.
“I make $24.50 an hour. $30 on weekends, but Wallace doesn’t schedule me much on weekends.” I was, truthfully, just scraping by with my paychecks to support my life in a studio apartment. But I was content. Sad, but content enough.
“I’ll pay you $35 an hour, with time and a half if you work over 40 hours. I’ll give you one day off a week guaranteed, maybe two.” I truly couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I… I, um…”
“Stop by the office in an hour, and we’ll start your onboarding. Bring your ID, social security, blah blah, I’m sure you know the spiel.” He turned back toward the large black suburban I only just noticed. But before he reached it, he turned back and said, “I should get your phone number. That way Paulette can get your information.”
So I walked up to him and gave him my information.
“I expect to see you in an hour, Mr…” he paused to look at the contact entry. “Mr. Middleditch.”
Then he got in the driver’s seat and peeled out of the gravel lot. And I simply stood there, dumbstruck. But I, for some reason,—maybe the money?—trusted Victor. I believed him. And so I marched up to Wallace’s office and rapped on the door three times. (Two is not enough for Wallace to pay attention, and four is excessive, and you’d better not forget it.)
“C’min!” His deep voice boomed from within. So I walked in, and he had a smirk on his face. “I s’pose you’re here to turn in ya keys?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess.” I took off my vest and my ring of keys and set them on his cluttered desk. He gave me a nod, and I turned to leave. But before I opened the door, I said, “I didn’t know this was happening, Wallace. I don’t even know this guy.”
“Well,” Wallace grumbled, “I wish ya the best anyhow.”
And I left his office, and the docks, for the last time. I stopped by my apartment, still absolutely dumbfounded, and I rummaged in my closet for something more presentable. I found an old suit I used to interview for jobs after college, and it still fit. So I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and sped over to TannerCorp.
As I pulled in the parking garage, the attendant waved to me.
“Delivery boy, you’re back?” His Jamaican accent and kind eyes put me at ease.
“Yeah, Mr. Tanner—uh, Jr., invited me to maybe come work here,” I stammered.
“Oh! Are you Mr. Middleditch? Been expecting you.”
“That’s me,” I shrugged my shoulders.
So I parked my car near where I had before, and I made my way up to the eleventh floor. Again, my heart was racing as the elevator climbed higher and higher, and by the time the doors opened, all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat.
But there he was; Victor was standing just where he was the week prior. I approached him with all of my documents, and I nodded at the woman whose space was next to where Lisa’s had been.
Must be Paulette, I deduced. But she never texted out called me, so I wonder if Victor even gave her my information…
“Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Middleditch,” said Victor, coolly. He was looking directly into my eyes, as usual, and I felt so small.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Tanner,” I replied, my own voice sounding timid, meek.
“Come around to this side, and I’ll show you your space. Paulette, will you buzz Sara from HR? She’ll get the onboarding paperwork started. In the meantime, Mr. Middleditch, shall I give you a tour?”
I simply nodded, clutching a manila folder that I set down, which made me uncomfortable to leave behind. But Victor started walking like a restaurant host, speeding around corners and barely looking back. So I figured my tour had begun.
“Restrooms,” he said, pointing to a door. And that, realistically, was the extent of the tour. Victor was pointing at various doors and corners and people, briefly saying a word or two about them. “And here is my office.”
I looked at the heavy wooden door, the obscured glass window. His name was engraved in gold on the window: VICTOR TANNER JR – C.F.O.
“Come in,” he said. “I’ll show you the interior. I’ve got some really beautiful antique pieces. Are you, at all, into antique collecting?”
I half-nodded as he opened the door and ushered me in. His office was tucked away in a back corner, almost hidden from the rest of his employees—I wondered if that was by design, or if everyone steered clear of the boss. But I entered his office, alone, and he closed the door behind us.
I marveled at the vases on his desk and floor, the massive wooden desk itself, the miniature marble statue that resembled Michelangelo’s works. And then, I felt a hand on my lower back.
“I’m very happy to have you joining us here,” Victor whispered into my ear, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up—and that wasn’t the only part of me that was starting to stand up.
“Oh, uh…” I froze in place as the hand drifted down, down, down until it rested on my ass. My ass was fairly plump from having to lift stuff at the docks and my deliveries, so I wondered if he had accidentally brushed it with his hand.
But then he seemingly squeezed my left cheek, and my face got really hot.
“Mr. Tanner,” I breathed, almost getting lost in the sensation. I hadn’t been touched by anyone in quite a long time, and I couldn’t pretend part of me didn’t like the attention.
“My apologies, Mr. Middleditch,” he said, sliding his hand all the way up to my shoulder. “I’m just very excited to have you here.”
“But why me?” I genuinely wanted to know the reason I had been asked to work here. I didn’t even know what TannerCorp did.
“Don’t worry about the why. You’re here. You belong here.” The finality of his words was like a pair of handcuffs, and I didn’t realize just how attached I would soon become to TannerCorp—and to Victor Tanner, Jr.
He soon ushered me out of his office back to my—previously, Lisa’s—desk. I knew nothing about secretarial work, but I was quick to learn anything technology-related, like a true millennial. And, despite a degree in international studies, I was pretty broke, too, like a true millennial.
Paulette did her best to fill me in on my duties. The main ones were these: answer the phone, transfer calls to Mr. Tanner, schedule any meetings on his calendar, and make sure he has coffee. It seemed simple enough.
“And… what does TannerCorp do?” I asked her.
“TannerCorp,” came Victor’s voice behind me, loud enough for the room to hear, “manages the financials and bookkeeping for both small and large companies involved in intra- and international shipping of goods.”
“So, like, the companies that come in through the docks?” I asked. That would explain how Victor knew Wallace.
“Absolutely. Anything that enters or leaves this city by train or boat is our business.” And then, like that, he slinked back to his office. It was as if he had been waiting for me to ask that question.
About two hours later, I was told to head home. I had a new email address, a new work laptop, and my keycards were activated with my new employee ID. I even had my pay set up through direct deposit right to my bank account.
All of this felt too good to be true. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how Victor had definitely felt me up. Or had I just read the situation wrong? Maybe he was just handsy with his employees, with everyone.
Why would this straight guy, this rich, straight guy, want to squeeze my ass? I pondered in the elevator. But he had been awfully ‘excited’ to have me working under him. He sought me out. How did he even remember me?
And before I even pulled out of my parking spot, my phone buzzed in my pocket. There was a text message from someone who I didn’t have saved. But it wasn’t difficult to figure out who had sent it.
Glad you could join us. Looking forward to a great working relationship. —V2
For some reason, my face got really hot again. I felt a fluttery sensation in my chest. And I was rapidly getting hard. What was all this? Did I have a little crush on the rich guy—my new boss?
All of my questions would be answered soon, but not before I realized just how tangled I could get in Victor Tanner’s web. Had I known, I may have gone back to the docks and asked Wallace for my job back. But I didn’t know. Not yet, anyway.
But in the meantime, I drove back home and immediately decided to get back into the shower. As the water warmed, I looked at myself in the mirror—my brown hair was up in a bun, but I preferred to keep the sides quite short. I let my hair down and it fell just below my shoulders. My plentiful chest hair was something I had once been insecure about, but I’d grown into it nicely, especially once it filled out in the middle and didn’t look like Mickey Mouse’s ears.
I wondered what Victor’s body looked like. I turned to the side to look at my ass, remembering how his hand slid down to cup it, to squeeze it. Suddenly my cock was coming back to life, pulsing with my heartbeat. I grabbed hold of it, wishing, perhaps, Victor was on his knees in front of me, eager to take me into his mouth. That very same mouth he used to give and take jobs, to call the shots in the business, to command a room full of subordinates.
Without realizing it, I was jerking my dick furiously, as I imagined Victor’s green eyes staring up at me as my six-inch cock slipped down his throat. His hand on my ass again, now pushing my hips forward.
An orgasm snuck up on me, and my but splattered all over the counter and sink.
“Mmm,” I groaned, squeezing out the last pearlescent drops of cum.
I wiped off the counter with a washcloth and then got in the shower. It was strange to fantasize about my new boss, but I was now two-for-two when it came to intense orgasms thinking about him. And he didn’t have to know.
Not yet, anyway.