Leave

The next few hours go by in a blur, such is the level of your excitement at getting your first job.

You vaguely remember leaving the building, seeing Mr. Brown whispering in the ear of the receptionist on the way out, catching the bus home, and arranging everything with the lady from HR over the phone.

It isn't until late in the evening when you calm down enough to really take stock of the day's events.

Odd thoughts keep slipping into your head when you think about tomorrow.

As you try and decide what to wear,

Will Mr. Brown like this?

As you take a shower,

I wonder if that was his dick?

I wish I had a dick that big.

As you look at yourself in the mirror,

Am I fit enough?

Will he be pleased?

These thoughts bother you slightly, but you chalk it up to nervous excitement. You do need to impress your boss on your first day after all.

Laying in bed that night, you can't seem to stop yourself thinking about Mr. Brown. For some strange reason, your thoughts keep focusing on his dick, that huge bulge in the front of his trousers. It takes a while before you finally drift off into fitful sleep.