Mark stands in the doorway looking at you, intently. "Look man, can I be honest with you?" you feel his eyes rolling up and down your body, lingering on the curves of your skinny jeans before reluctantly meeting your own. "Always Mark, whats on your mind?" he chuckles a little at this, and leans against the door frame casually. "I think you should quit your job." You laugh, a little confused, Mark was always a bit of a joker but this one you didn't really get. "Pfft yeah I wish, it'd save me having to wear a collared shirt every day. But we cant all be rich-boy lay-about CEOs mark" you giggle at this, unconsciously popping your hip out, a playfully mocking his all too casual demeanour. "Besides it was you who got me the job in the first place. I believe your exact words were you've got a great face for IT? " Mark blushes, looking down at his expensive house slippers.
"C'mon you know I didn't mean that, you're hot as shit Ben I swear it was just a joke". This REALLY surprises you, while yes, just half an hour ago you were ogling yourself in the mirror, but as far as you know Mark has always been straight, and has always teased you about him being "the hot one". Regaining some of his confident bravado Mark steps forward, looking at you.
"What im trying to say is. I don't think you're best... utilized working in a tiny cubicle every day. Do you have fun at your job? Do you look forward to working there, what, 10 years from now? and that's if they don't fire you for cutbacks." Mark places a hand on your shoulder, causing a zing to fire down your spine, you've been closer than this before, what is happening to you?
"How would you like to work for me? We could see each other every day instead of once every few months! Doesn't that sound great?" He looks at you slightly misty eyed now, and you could swear you see him gnawing on his bottom lip. You giggle again (why cant you laugh normally this is mortifying) and look up to meet his eyes, pouting slightly. "So I quit my tech job to what, come work at your office instead? I do like the sound of working with you, but I might need a bit more courting before I let you headhunt me like this" Mark has the look of someone desperately trying to focus on the conversation at hand, while their mind is elsewhere. He blushes again, and steps slightly closer yo you, now wresting his forearm on the crook of your shoulder. "well, uh, no not exactly. Or well, yes ill explain things better. This might be a hard sell but. Um. well. No actually my company is pretty well setup actually. I barely need to go into the office once a week, especially this time of year. Our team is pretty full." Mark shoots a glance behind him into the front room of his massive house. "I was thinking. It might be a hard sell. but um. Maybe you could come work at my house....
Your surprise only grows stronger, what has gotten into your best friend? Usually brash and confident you've only ever heard that tone of voice... huh. "So mark" You say, your voice squeaking slightly as you do. "You want me to work for you, at your house. Doing what exactly?" Your BFF clears his throat and stands up straighter, steeling himself for rejection. "Its a big house you know, and finding staff that I like is really hard, and it wouldnt even be that much work, and you've always been such an organized guy. Really we'd just be hanging out all day pretty much." You look at him incredulously. Your CEO of a best friend, who has always been pushing you to grind and hustle, wants you to quit your bottom of the run tech job to be his live in housekeeper. You burst into a fit of belly laughs, doubling over, hands on your knees. Mark stands over you flushing the brightest shade of red you've seen outside of a firehall. "Fuck man, you really got me. I gotta admit I even thought about it for a second." As you collect yourself and look at him again, you see that old fiery confidence again. "77 dollars an hour." you cough, looking at him confused. "No, 90 dollars an hour, plus tips. There's a room you can live in. Im being serious Ben."
"You're being serious. You want me to be your live in maid".
"Yes I do! You'd be so good at it. We'd get to see a lot more of each other, you wouldn't need to pay the ridiculous rent on your old place, or see that creep of a landlord. You look at mark for a long time, unable to read the expression on his face. This had to have something to do with that dream you had last night. But thinking about it, it really didnt sound that bad. You know Mark is good for the ninety an hour, and maybe he really did just want an excuse to hang out with you all day. You did have to admit you'd always been a bit of a stickler for keeping things neat and tidy. Maybe walking around listening to a podcast and cleaning all day in a mansion could work for you.
"Im thinking about it, but I'm not saying no. Can we at least go inside a bit first? I cant be agreeing to a job on a strange rich mans doorstep" you wink at mark, and his face splits in a huge grin. All of a sudden his arms are around you again, in a much tighter hug this time. His hands squeeze your lower back, pulling you close to him. In reaction to his touch that same electrical feeling shoots up your spine.
Mark breaks the embrace, and looks at you beaming, he stoops close to you and plants a kiss on your cheek, before turning to go inside. "I swear you wont regret it buddy!" You follow mark through the airy foyer, into a bright modern kitchen, where tall bar-stools surround a gleaming stainless steel counter. This place is already spotless, you think, how bad can this really be. Mark offers you a stool, which you sit on, your ample cheeks spilling over each side, even in your restrictive denim pants. Mark walks off for a moment, saying something under his breath, leaving you alone in the bright room. You swivel around on your chair, taking it all in. You'd only been to marks new place a handful of times, and it boggled the mind that you may soon live here. Mark returns with a manilla envelope and a drycleaning bag, both of which he places on the counter. He sidles up to stand beside you, idly placing a hand on your lower back again. "super standard employment forms, I can have my secretary contact your old work for you, I have several accounts with them, you want get any shit for breaching contract. I got you" as he goes over the employment forms Mark's hand casually slides down to the curve of your hip, gently squeezing and massaging. After standing in the doorway for so long your glutes where a little sore, and you find yourself surprisingly unbothered by his handsyness. The two of you pour over the paperwork, signing and initialing where appropriate, and before you know it, you've got a new job.
Mark is the one giggling now, standing fully behind the stool you're sat on to give you your third hug this morning. His hands are crossed over your toned belly, and you feel the warmth of him pressed up behind you. There is a noticeable bulge pressed up against your denim clad asscrack, casually rocking side to side as he hugs you. "Feeling friendly today huh" you laugh casually, you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't feel really good. Mark works his hands up your torso to your shoulders, which he begins massaging.
"This is really exciting Ben, I promise ill be the best boss you've ever had. Just keep the place clean, and your every other need will be met. Now, one last thing. Im a bit of a stickler for aesthetics as you know, so while you're working there is a uniform i expect you to wear" You roll your eyes at this, swivelling in your chair to face your friend. "Seriously? I had enough of button ups and tight pants at my last job, cant I just wear something comfortable?" Mark chuckles, walking over to the dry cleaning bag. He eyes you up and down again, lingering on your huge legs. "oh dont worry, I expect we'll both be very comfortable with this." Undoing the long zipper on the bag mark pulls out a tiny silky maid's outfit. He hand it to you cheerily, and you take it blushing furiously. you run your hands over the frilly bows, and the incredibly soft fabric of the skirt. "Im ninety percent sure it got the right size, but just to be safe really you should try it on." You look at him, feigning reluctance, heart pounding in your chest. "Idk boss... are you sure it'll suit me?" you shoot him another pouty look, standing up from the stool and facing away from him to look at the outfit. It feels like Christmas, and you feel yourself falling into the roll presented to you willingly and easily. mark clears his throat behind you, foot tapping on the floor anxiously. "w-well uh. Yeah like I said I think you're under-uh under utilized in tech support. As your b-boss I order you to change into that outfit Ben". There it is, that's what you'd really wanted to hear. This was a guy you'd known for years and never thought of anything other than a friend, maybe even a brother. Now you were rock hard at him ordering you to strip in front of him. What a day.
You place the outfit on the gleaming table, and slowly bend down, still facing away from mark, to pop your heels off. You hear mark take a seat on of the the stools, an satisfied sigh coming from deep within him. You slowly undo the zipper on your jeans, and hear a similar sound come from behind you. You hook your thumbs through the belt-loops, peeling the taut Fabric off your endlessly jiggling thighs. Your glorious ass explodes from the confines of your pants, the tiny thong the only thing hiding tour glistening asshole from your new boss. Still teasingly slowly you slide the pants all the way off your thick milky thighs. You turn to face Mark, his hand down the front of his slacks, casually massaging his junk. Done with your teasing you whip off your shirt and chuck it to the side. You pull the maid outfit over your head, and the cool soft fabric feels amazing on your skin. The frilly bows accentuate your slim shoulders. The skirt is breezy, barely covering your world record rump. You do a little spin, looking into marks eyes as you come to face him again. "How do I look boss" he sputters a bit, pulling his hand from his pants.
"Really good. Really, really good. As long as you're on the clock, and wearing anything at all, this is what you wear. Understood?" His confident tone fills your stomach with butterflies. "Loud and clear. Where do I start?"
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