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“Aided and fluffed by my personal assistant…” Alex reads from his script.
He looks up at Greg, his Taskmaster.
“You’re going to say this? Genuinely?”
“I mean, it is part of your job requirements,” Greg responds, lounging in his office chair.
“Well…” Alex says, doubtfully.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t thoroughly read your job description when you accepted this position,” Greg says, now leaning forward, his silver eyes glinting. “You are in charge of admin after all. I’d hate to think that you can’t even be trusted to read through –”
“I am aware of it!” Alex huffs, his cheeks going red. Then, in a mumble, “I just didn’t think the whole studio audience needs to know about it.”
“Well, tough titties,” Greg says, clearly amused. “They’ll know what I want them to know, and you’ll be happy with whatever that ends up being.”
“Yes, Greg.” Alex looks down at his shoes.
“Now get over here and do your job.”
Alex’s head snaps up so fast he hears his neck crack. Greg is grinning at him, one eyebrow arched magnificently. He has spread his legs so far out that Alex is momentarily fascinated that his chair hasn’t overbalanced. Alex gets up from his own chair and hurries over to where Greg is sitting, his legs splayed obscenely out, his fancy black shoes planted solidly on the floor. Alex kneels down in front of Greg’s open legs and takes a steadying breath. It’s his first time doing this, and he doesn’t want to muck it up.
When Alex reaches out towards Greg’s crotch, he hesitates. Nothing in his contract said anything specific about how Greg wanted to be fluffed up, and they hadn’t talked about it openly until now.
“Uh…” Alex looks up at Greg, hoping for some help.
“Over the trousers is fine,” Greg says casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Right.” Alex furrows his brow in concentration, determined to do a good job for his new boss. He glides his hand over Greg’s thigh starting at his knee, sliding it up until he can feel the outline of Greg’s dick, soft under his trousers. It’s big though, Alex can feel – quite big. He swallows dryly, intent on the task before him.
Alex fondles Greg’s dick through the fabric and tries to ignore the way Greg is observing him. As Greg’s cock fills out under Alex’s hand, Alex adjusts his wrist so that he can get a better grip around Greg’s shaft. It hardens beautifully beneath his fingers as Alex slides his palm up and down the length of it. The tent in Greg’s trousers reaches a peak and then is cut off by the lack of the fabric’s elasticity.
“That’ll do just fine, thank you, Alex,” Greg says suddenly, placing a large hand over Alex’s.
Alex pulls his hand away slowly, wondering what the point of all this is in the first place. But Greg looks pleased, and that’s Alex’s job, after all. To please his Taskmaster.
He is determined to do a damn good job of it.