My legs suddenly felt weak as I leaned against the shower wall, waves of post-orgasmic pleasure still rippling from my core. Eventually, I worked up t...e energy to leave the shower, wrapping a towel around me as I re-entered my room. I glanced at my phone and noticed I had a text… from Lincoln!Hey Cal… really hoping you didn’t give me a fake number… A friend is throwing a party tomorrow night. Would you want to come? Maybe we could hangout a bit before?I smiled, biting my lip as I replied.Hey. “Yeah, yeah, but it’s so much more fitting than Jen.”“What do you want anyway?” she asked. “I’ve still got fifteen tanks to scrub before close.”“I can’t be up at the register anymore. I haven’t had anyone in so long,” I complained. “Are you trying to tell me something there?” Jen winked at me.I laugh to myself, bouncing the tennis ball from my left hand to the floor to my right hand. My pocket vibrates, startling me and causing me to drop the ball. “Back to work, kid,” I said, drifting my. Her features were mostly Slavic, with high cheekbones and full lips, making her coldly beautiful - an ice queen. As busy as her work kept her, she still hit the gym regularly, as her slim waist and toned muscles clearly showed. Her wardrobe was primarily business-formal, heavy on skirt suits and evening dresses for the various socials and galas she would attend, and her shoes were almost exclusively high heels, made by the hottest fashion houses of Europe.She had no shortage of lovers, but very. Here you are only the boot boy who comes when ordered to fix our computers. She respected you there. Here you're just Mr. Nice Guy. Snap our fingers and you're there to help. I told you she likes men who are MEN, men who will make sure she behaves and if she doesn't will warm her arse good and hard. Think on it Bob. We all like you. She does too, I'm sure. I think she testing your resolve." She went on to tell him in a much exaggerated way, Charley's episodes at the club and grossly over stated.