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
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