You’ve been working as my assistant for a few months now and are standing in my office ready to go over the schedule for the day. As you stand there and watch me, you can tell it’s another high stress day. You worry because you know that when I’m stressed out, everyone has a bad day. You watch and wait and just hope that it blows over but soon realize that’s a slim chance when I demand you start to go over the schedule rather than my typical request. You can tell as you are going over this that the day will likely only get worse.

I memory came to mind when you were venting to your friends the other night: “sounds like he needs to seriously bust a nut,” one of your crude friends suggest. You laugh to yourself but try to hide a smile while thinking about it. But then, the thought inside your head, maybe if I help him, “bust a nut,” this day will go a more smoothly. “Yeah, right,” you think to yourself. “Could never be me.”

You stand there and start looking at me closer than usual. A pretty handsome man, sharp features, really stays in shape…”what, what the hell am I doing?” You think to yourself. “I’m not actually gonna do this. Why am I scoping him out.”

“Today is gonna be fucked,” I bellow, “buckle up.”

You almost sunk into yourself. “You seem really stressed today, sir,” comes blurting out of your mouth. You realize instantly that this was a bad choice of words. I stare at you with such intensity, waiting for you to correct yourself. “Like…I want to help…you know…reduce that….anyway I can,” you get out.

“Yeah?” I say sarcastically, “and how the hell do you plan to do that?” I sit at my desk and start to work. You turn toward the door but then turn back to me. “Ah what the hell,” you think to yourself. “It’s just a quick handjob, and the day will be better.” You stand for a moment, hesitant to say anything or even propose the idea.

“Anything else?” I say, breaking the silences.

“Well, I was thinking that I know a way that usually helps reduce stress. Maybe it will make the day easier,” you say, your face turning red with embarrassment. “You know, a handjob,” you say, pausing for a moment afterward realizing you actually asked to jerk me off. I stare at you blankly, shocked that this came out of your mouth. I wait for you to say it’s a joke…until I realized that, yeah, that actually would be helpful. “Well, sure. Cmon over here,” I finally reply.

You nervously walk over, never having expected me to take you up on the officer.

I’m hoping to start a scene from here. It can span multiple scenes across multiple days and may be able to turn into something long term for us.

I’m looking for any gender to play this role.

I’m 6ft, athletic build, professional looking with short brown hair and clean shaven. For this I will be wearing a darn navy suit.

Let me know any details you’d like to alter and a description of what you look like then let’s jump in where my story left off. My idea for the scene is that you nervously work through a handjob then eventually this turns into to your duty for me everyday. It can either be just that, or turn into you starting to give me head later as I push the envelop with you.