Printer Tech and the New Office Worker Pt 1
“I’m Jesus Ayala,” announced the warm, golden tawny complexioned man with a low all-over thoroughly pronounced waves haircut. “From J-C-D. I’m here to look at your printer,” he flashed his badge with a wink and a smile.
“Oh goodness. Thanks,” replied the front desk receptionist.
Jesus noticed the long-lashed, subtly made-up office worker studying him as they stood up.
“Come on in, she opened the door leading down a small hallway. “The printer is in here. I don’t think you were the printer guy when I interned in the radiology office.”
“I don’t think you were the office lady when I was up here before.”
“I was not,” admitted the employee. “I’m Slaine.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jesus shared. “I’m gonna have you fixed up in a jiffy.”
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“Am I,” checked Jesus.
“Yes, sir,” Slaine shared matter-of-factly.
“Well…Since you’re new let me treat you to lunch on our company dime.”
“That’s thoughtful of you. But I have to wait about twenty-five more minutes before my break.”
“You’re in luck,” winked Jesus. “It’s gonna take me exactly twenty-five minutes to fix this.”
Slain took in the fitted gray polo Jesus was wearing that could not hide his prominent pecs and revealed his well-developed tattooed arms. “Sounds like a plan,” replied the excited new worker.
The time transpired.
“You ready, new office lady,” checked Jesus with a smirk.
“Yes, sir. Shall I follow you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
They left the chief hospital administrator’s office and headed to the elevator. Jesus pressed the down button and went it opened the rode down 18 floors to the lobby.
“It’s just about a block and a half to my van,” Jesus explained.
They walked side by side taking in the sounds and the smells of the Bronx.
Upon arriving at the vehicle, Jesus opened the passenger door. “Your chariot awaits, milady,” he chuckled.
Slaine waited until Jesus was in the driver seat and buckled up. “I’m really a boy.”
“Ohhhh! Trust me. I know, baby boy! That’s why I want your pretty chocolatey ass,” stated the printer technician.
“What do you mean,” blushed Slaine.
“I see them li’l fleshy moobs beneath that pink blouse. And I've been watching that soft, jiggly rump since you stood up. I bet it’s au naturel.”
“Yes, sir! It is,” Slaine nodded his head. “Why did you want me?”
“I’ma tell you all about it, gurl! You cool with Cafe de Havana?”
“Works for me,” Slaine shared.
“Here’s my phone,” Jesus handed it over. “Just pick what you want. Then I’ll put in my part.”
Slaine chose the sliced chicken breast marinated in the garlic-lime sauce and served with black beans and rice.
Slaine returned the device.
Jesus picked the ten-ounce beef burger that was topped with heaps of ham, roast pork, Swiss cheese and a pickle. It came with a side of fries. “Ordered,” announced Jesus.
He drove around aimlessly while their order processed.
“So yeah! I always been into y’all chocolate women. My dad is kinda light olive-skinned dude. My mom is of distinct Afro-Puerto Rican heritage with a white Euro pops and a dark-skinned madre,” Jesus professed. “My brother and I went after the dark-skinned ladies. My sister went after some generic ass white dude from Connecticut,” he chortled.
“We all got hazel eyes, my siblings and me,” Jesus continued. “I fell in love with a girl named Kisha from around the way. I loved her two years before I asked her out and still loved her the two years we waited to fuck. I got her pregnant within the year. We had our daughter when we were both s*******n. Our son followed two years later. My folks were mad at first. But ‘corazon de melon’ is their only granddaughter so she is so spoiled. It didn’t work out between me and Kisha. I had my two k**s. A boy and a girl. I ain’t trying to get noone else pregnant. So I started fucking femboys.”
“Oh my,” gasped Slaine.
“Yeah. It’s a lot. I know you gotta get back to work soon so let me pull up for the food. I sincerely wanna get them cakes tonight, Slaine.”
“Oh wow!”
“Did I shock you?”
“N-No sir,” stammered the sissy.
They got the food and ate quickly.
“Put my number in yo’ phone, pussyboy,” demanded Jesus. “Call me when you get off so we can plan. I live alone by the way.”
“Yes, sir,” Slaine typed in the digits as Jesus barked them out.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
“Oh goodness. Thanks,” replied the front desk receptionist.
Jesus noticed the long-lashed, subtly made-up office worker studying him as they stood up.
“Come on in, she opened the door leading down a small hallway. “The printer is in here. I don’t think you were the printer guy when I interned in the radiology office.”
“I don’t think you were the office lady when I was up here before.”
“I was not,” admitted the employee. “I’m Slaine.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jesus shared. “I’m gonna have you fixed up in a jiffy.”
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“Am I,” checked Jesus.
“Yes, sir,” Slaine shared matter-of-factly.
“Well…Since you’re new let me treat you to lunch on our company dime.”
“That’s thoughtful of you. But I have to wait about twenty-five more minutes before my break.”
“You’re in luck,” winked Jesus. “It’s gonna take me exactly twenty-five minutes to fix this.”
Slain took in the fitted gray polo Jesus was wearing that could not hide his prominent pecs and revealed his well-developed tattooed arms. “Sounds like a plan,” replied the excited new worker.
The time transpired.
“You ready, new office lady,” checked Jesus with a smirk.
“Yes, sir. Shall I follow you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
They left the chief hospital administrator’s office and headed to the elevator. Jesus pressed the down button and went it opened the rode down 18 floors to the lobby.
“It’s just about a block and a half to my van,” Jesus explained.
They walked side by side taking in the sounds and the smells of the Bronx.
Upon arriving at the vehicle, Jesus opened the passenger door. “Your chariot awaits, milady,” he chuckled.
Slaine waited until Jesus was in the driver seat and buckled up. “I’m really a boy.”
“Ohhhh! Trust me. I know, baby boy! That’s why I want your pretty chocolatey ass,” stated the printer technician.
“What do you mean,” blushed Slaine.
“I see them li’l fleshy moobs beneath that pink blouse. And I've been watching that soft, jiggly rump since you stood up. I bet it’s au naturel.”
“Yes, sir! It is,” Slaine nodded his head. “Why did you want me?”
“I’ma tell you all about it, gurl! You cool with Cafe de Havana?”
“Works for me,” Slaine shared.
“Here’s my phone,” Jesus handed it over. “Just pick what you want. Then I’ll put in my part.”
Slaine chose the sliced chicken breast marinated in the garlic-lime sauce and served with black beans and rice.
Slaine returned the device.
Jesus picked the ten-ounce beef burger that was topped with heaps of ham, roast pork, Swiss cheese and a pickle. It came with a side of fries. “Ordered,” announced Jesus.
He drove around aimlessly while their order processed.
“So yeah! I always been into y’all chocolate women. My dad is kinda light olive-skinned dude. My mom is of distinct Afro-Puerto Rican heritage with a white Euro pops and a dark-skinned madre,” Jesus professed. “My brother and I went after the dark-skinned ladies. My sister went after some generic ass white dude from Connecticut,” he chortled.
“We all got hazel eyes, my siblings and me,” Jesus continued. “I fell in love with a girl named Kisha from around the way. I loved her two years before I asked her out and still loved her the two years we waited to fuck. I got her pregnant within the year. We had our daughter when we were both s*******n. Our son followed two years later. My folks were mad at first. But ‘corazon de melon’ is their only granddaughter so she is so spoiled. It didn’t work out between me and Kisha. I had my two k**s. A boy and a girl. I ain’t trying to get noone else pregnant. So I started fucking femboys.”
“Oh my,” gasped Slaine.
“Yeah. It’s a lot. I know you gotta get back to work soon so let me pull up for the food. I sincerely wanna get them cakes tonight, Slaine.”
“Oh wow!”
“Did I shock you?”
“N-No sir,” stammered the sissy.
They got the food and ate quickly.
“Put my number in yo’ phone, pussyboy,” demanded Jesus. “Call me when you get off so we can plan. I live alone by the way.”
“Yes, sir,” Slaine typed in the digits as Jesus barked them out.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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