“She showed up late again. She’s already had three write-ups. This would be her fourth.”We always fired after three write-ups, regardless of the...reason behind it. It may sound like I enjoyed this aspect of my job, but I really hated dealing with hysterical people. Felicity was probably going to cry. She was sweet, but shit at keeping track of time. I didn’t have enough of a bleeding heart to let anyone affect efficiency though.I checked my watch.“Get her off the phones. Now. I’m going to pay. She usually had to wade through several interviews to find the boys she wanted. A second call later that morning sounded more promising."Hello," she answered."Uh, hi! Is this Sarah?" It is. Who are you?" Oh, uh, my name's Wendell Chaffin and I'm calling about the notice on the bulletin board down at Johnny's. You know, about the job?" Yeah, I know. How old are you, Wendell?" Well, I'm fifteen but I'll be sixteen in a couple of months." Can you handle hard work, Wendell?" Yes Ma'am, I sure can.". I have always enjoyed the taste of pre-cum. Pretty soon I started adding little swirls on the helmet. I run my tongue around and around that little head and I was rewarded by more pre-cum and loud moans. Then it was time to get busy. With one hand, I began to tease his little puckered hole and gently scratch the underside of his testicles. With my mouth in that nice little round O I applied the suction and started bobbing up and down. As the tension mounted I added my other hand to stroke the. His face turned crimsonimmediately. Is he angry or embarrassed? I couldn't tell. He waswearing the astound face and frown face at the same time. Heshut the door and hastily walked away. My shoulders hunched alittle when he did that. He was avoiding me like I am a plagueor some ten feet man-eating monster!I must mention that Grandma Serena is extremely particular aboutcleanliness in her house. She doesn't allow dirty shoes indoors.So I sat down on a chair near the shoe rack. I started removingmy.