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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
so my chair and desk were very similar to the one's in Bill's office. I guess that was supposed to impress visitors. It just meant that I had nice furniture to work with. "The coat closet is over there," said Gwen, pointing at a sliding door in the wall to the right of the elevators as I faced them from my desk, "so you'll want to put your coat in there later. The door to your left goes into the department, and the door to your right leads into a short hallway that comes out back by Mr. Saxon and I. His private conference room is also off that hall. The only one's you send in that way are people that have appointments with him. I'll give you a list of any new appointments each day, and you enter them in the desk diary here." Gwen went on to tell me all the details of the job, how to work the telephones, where the Ladies Room was, and the basics of the office gossip. It seemed like a nice place to work. "Let me know if y'all need anything," Gwen said, feeling comfortable enough with me to let even more of her Southern accent come through. "I sort of act as office manager here too, so y'all can call me if you have a problem. Maybe we can have lunch later this week too. We're a fairly close group in this here department. Everybody's real nice. Even the office wolf is really just a big, old pup dog. He tries to come on real strong, but y'all can wrap him around your little finger." That sounded like someone that I should have advance notice about. ... "Who's that?" I asked. "That's Vinny," Gwen answered. "He tries to come on like Don Juan, but he's all talk. All the girls just string him along. It's a game he likes." "I think y'all can handle things here now," Gwen said, heading for the door back into the office. "Call me if y'all need help," she said over her shoulder, adding with a wink, "and watch out for Vinny." With that she disappeared into the office, and I was left alone at my desk. I spent the first few minutes arranging things. It was more just nervous energy than anything else, but it gave me something to do. I would not really know where I wanted things until I got into a routine with the work I would have to do, but putting things in the desk where I thought I wanted them made it that much more "my" desk, and made me feel good. Besides, neither Mr. Saxon or any of his managers had any appointments that morning, so apart from answering a few telephone calls to take a message for someone who was away from their desk, I had little else to do to start with. About eleven o'clock a young man appeared at the door from the inner office carrying a sheaf of papers. He was not overly tall, and looked a little like the actor, Al Pacino. He had black hair, dark eyes, strong looking hands, and a cute sort of boyish grin on his face. He was actually quite attractive, and I wondered if he was the one Gwen had told me about. I would soon find out. "Hi!" he said in ...