Taking a Hard Right

Collin’s POV  

It’s not like I needed another shower, didn’t need to strip only to jack off in his guest bath; but that I did. I closed my eyes as my right hand did, well, stroked skin back and forth. I knew this guy was watching me do what he had, stroking my thick cock thinking about him doing the same.

I thought about putting on a show for this guy and that is just what I did. I’d stroke with one hand using the other to rub my chest, pinch nipples, and then my balls. I turned leaning my head back against the wall putting myself on display in the mirror so he could appreciate my distance and volume spraying on the glass shower doors.  

I mean, I’d caught sight of him in the mirror watching, saw him adjust his crotch, then walk away after I launched an epic stream of seed. It seemed only fair. I was enjoying the water, making sure whatever I shot on the glass was washed away, and he knocked on the open bathroom door as I was milking the last out.

“I put some clothes on your bed and set a razor on the counter here.” And I saw him looking at me in the mirror. “We’re going to dinner with my sis, tonight. The Club is a nice place and didn’t know if you wanted to shave.” And he looked down at my balls and still heavy cock.

Now I had thought about doing what he did; I could see he was smooth and well-trimmed down in his nether region. And where his eyes were looking when he said razor. It was a little comical because it’d take a week for any kind of straggly hairs to grow on my face. I looked at my body and face in the mirror, then the razor.

Just drip-drying I studying myself, it had been a long week and it showed looking in the mirror. I took the razor and dry swiped across the few on my face then looked across the hall at his guest room. It was not a modest room with one wall of glass framing some of the buildings in Seattle.

The bed, a Queen I think, a dresser with a matching chest of drawers, and bedside tables. A walk-in closet was next to the windows and one of those suit hangers on a pedestal held slacks, a jacket, with a shirt I wouldn’t pick. Floor shim shoes were on the carpeted floor in front of it all. On the bed was an array of underwear with several different pairs of dress socks.

I stood admiring myself, the things he picked out for me, and when I was done; couldn’t believe what was looking back at me. My eyes had no idea I could look like this, had never really worn stuff like this, and turned to look at my ass before I put the dress coat on.

We were built damn near identical, same size shoes, shirts not quite as tight on me as they were him, and pretty close to the same down below. I walked out and he was on his tablet again; it took him a minute before he turned as I waited. He kind of closed his eyes, shook his head a little, bit his bottom lip, and I saw his mouth move saying what I think was, ‘fuck me.’

He turned back and gave me the ‘wait a minute’ finger. I walked up behind, “You do know you don’t have to hit the keys so… hard,” as my hands rested on his shoulders whispering in his right ear. I felt him visibly shake as he pulled away, a little.

I stepped back, saw him still slamming the keys as he picked up his phone, “Hey, Boss.” And I listened.

“Well, I’m having dinner with Cass and a friend at the 282 around 6:30.” And a pause. “I’m just finishing up at the gym, need a shower and a change of clothes; how about, five? The Tower?” And another pause. “See you there.” And I shook my head at him with the biggest smile on my face at his lying.

I waited, he banged at the keys, and I waited. Finally, “Well, don’t you clean up nice?” he said obviously finished with his assault on the keys.

Walking up like doing a close inspection he pulled the shirt collar up and over my jacket, unbuttoned another on my shirt; the way he looked at me. Then this guy told me I needed a belt pulling me to his room. I mean; what kind of guy has twenty belts. He studied about five of them before feeding it through the loops till he finished standing behind me and tightened before buckling.

He walked me to his on-suite standing behind facing the mirror, ran the softest brush through my hair pulling strands here and there, then sprayed the shit out of it. This guy pulled me back to his dresser sniffing all the colognes before choosing one, spraying some in the air ordering me to walk through it.

“I’m not done yet and you can’t keep anything.” He said to me motioning back in front of the mirror over his dresser.

He opened the top drawer and we should have been at, ‘Ben Bridge.’ Fuckin diamonds, gold, platinum. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, along with Lepel pins. He turned me and started adding what he pulled out resting on the velvet cover; at least two ounces of gold rested around my neck. A gold watch and a ring for both little pinky’s, one a horseshoe in small diamonds and the other, a Mason Ring.

When I looked at him he was totally decked out. He wore a modest gold chain around his neck, much smaller than mine. A pinky ring loaded with diamonds, along with an, I Watch. I saw his jacket resting behind on a hanger much like the one in my room with a 9-11 pin. He put a flag on mine.

I turned back to the mirror absorbing how I’d been transformed as his hands rested on my shoulders. His eyes closed looking at me, head kind of moved back and forth, and his eyes showed a little wetness when they opened and he said, “Perfect.”

He had the same diamond and platinum ring on his left hand, put on glasses then added the jacket. “You need glasses?” I asked.

“No, dumbass. I just want to look like the smartest guy in the room.” And he laughed at me.

He pushed the Lobby button and I looked at him when it opened. We walked out to an UBER and he said Columbia Tower. “I got to meet my boss, I shouldn’t be long.” I saw his dimples. “You look like a star.” He told me.

“I’ll wait in the lobby,” I said when we arrived.

“Like, hell, you, will.” And he pushed the button that was really close to the top. I don’t go in buildings this tall, don’t care being this far off the ground, and don’t get me started on planes.

“Mr. C.” met us when the door opened. “You look fantastic tonight, Sir; your gentleman friend as well.”

I wondered if the guy was cuming on to him then realized. “This is my associate, Mr. Collin. He doesn’t like being this far off the ground, could you maybe get him an apple teeny?” And I was pulled in one direction as he went in the other.

RJC. POV

“Sit, Ryan.” He said and the table was covered in food.

“Look, Boss,” I said sitting grabbing a shrimp.

“Me, first, Ryan.”

“I have hired hundreds of people over the years. You were my best and I have failed to show my appreciation. First: I’m promoting you to, Executive Vice President.” And I took of my glasses.

“Boss? I mean no disrespect, are you drunk or something? I don’t even have a fuckin Master’s Degree.”

He smiled shining me on. “Second: I insist you take a week off; take the Colby-Co jet to Hawaii; you can have my place.” I might have a big brain but at this moment seemed it wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

“Third: You will have a driver. She will pick you up and drop you off at the end of the day. She is just your driver.”

I was shitting myself, I mean I was a few months from twenty-one, making just under six figures in a company with a thousand employees, and he was telling me I was the number two guy. “Just tell me how much you want?” he asked.

“Hundred grand!” and he shook his head no.

“A month,” I said and he smiled, nodding.

“You pick your staff, change department heads if you think it needs to happen. Just know, kid.” And I saw something.

He looked different, in some way. “Are you ready?” And I questioned with my eyes.

“Boss! Don’t do this to me.” And he said ‘I’m sorry.’

“Look, Ryan. My kids could give a ‘tinker's damn’ about what I’ve spent a lifetime building. I have way more money than they could ever spend.” And he wiped his forehead with the linin napkin.

“No, Boss. I need you to mentor me. I can’t run a company like this.” And the realization of our conversation set in.

“Do you remember what I said the day I hired you?”

I nodded. “So let’s just lay everything out on the fuckin table. What are you telling me???” I questioned.

“What did I say to you, son?” He asked as if I didn’t remember.

“You told me I’d be running this company, someday.”

Nodding he said, “That day is fast approaching, Ryan. When the time comes, you will be the major stockholder. It still surprises me that what I started at your age is worth a couple of billion dollars.”

OK? I turned to the guy who took care of my boss's table. “Bring me a fuckin Scotch.”

“Sip, don’t gulp it,” he said when it arrived.

“Sorry, Boss. Another.” I told the guy.

“Did I make a bad decision here, Ryan?” He asked as the next arrived. “Sip”

“You’re fired,” I said pointing a finger at him. He smiled.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. This is for you.” And he slid an envelope across the table.