“Tell me,” he says, getting to his feet but leaning his hip against the table. He looks like a giant in this position. Powerful. Towering above me as a man in charge and knowing what he wants. It’s kind of hot. “Do you take care of others in your personal life?”
“Yes, my—”
He holds his hand up and I stop speaking. “I’m not saying you can’t talk to me about your personal life, but I have found it better that we don’t gettoopersonal. With that said, I’d like to know about your life and your days, as I think it helps build trust between us.”
“Right, okay…” I think I know what he means. Get personal but not too personal? I guess? “Well, I take care of my two sisters.”
“I assume they’re younger?”
“Yes.”
“That must be a big stresser for you.” He pushes off the table and comes around behind me.
“Yeah, it is. It’s, uh… very stressful.”
His hands land on my shoulders. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I say quickly.
“Keep talking,” he says as he starts to massage me, pushing his fingers into my muscles.
I think I’m drooling. My head is fuzzy. And my dick is aching.
“Our mom isn’t helpful. So, I, uh… well, my youngest sister is still in school and has epilepsy. My other sister graduated already and works, so basically she and I pay the bills and stuff.”
He continues to massage me, his fingers moving closer to my neck and digging into the base of it.
“I can see you carry a lot of your stress here.” His fingers move up my neck and rub at the base of my skull.
“Yeah, sure… if you say so.”
His fingers work upwards until he’s massaging my head, his fingers spearing through my hair, then raking it back like he’s brushing it.
“You have very soft hair. I like running my fingers through it.”
“Don’t do anything special to it,” I say.
My eyes have been closed for a long time, and I think I could fall asleep like this. But then his fingers are gone, and he’s in front of me again. I blink lazily at him.
“Just a taste of the praise I’ll give you for listening.” He points to the paper in front of me. “Finish filling it out.”
I go through the rest of it, answering questions about things that don’t quite make sense since he said there isn’t sex involved, but he did mention that he likes to watch in the club, so I’m assuming this has something to do with that. There are sexual questions asked, like if I’d be okay using butt plugs, anal beads, nipple clamps, and sleeves.
Just thinking about it has my dick hard. I hardly get time to myself anymore. Sharing a room with two girls, my sisters, isn’t good for my dick. And the walls are paper thin so jerking off in the shower isn’t great either.
Going to Abe’s house was the easiest way to get off. Maybe I’ll make a stop there when I leave here…
When I flip the page after answering questions about my size for a uniform, I see information on a schedule. I circle everything, because I’m available whenever he needs me.
“Question…”
“Yes?” he says, giving me his attention.
“I understand if you don’t want to give me your address before I sign whatever needs to be signed, but are there like… bus stops nearby?”
His brow rises. “You don’t have a car?”
“No…”