Michael Levi

     I jumped out of the bed that day already thinking about the second internship interview I had scheduled for a marketing company in New Washington. I have always wanted to get a job with that company and, thus, made sure I had my best tuxedo available for the interview. I also spent around 30 minutes in front of the mirror combing my hair to make sure I looked sexy that day (sometimes, it takes me forever to make my hair look right).The interview was supposed to happen in the office of the director, but I found out, when I got to there, that I had to go to the office of the Copy Editor. Odd, I thought, but didn’t think much of it. A teenage-looking employee named Collins, who looked like the richest guy in the area, greeted me and shook my hand. He was a tall, dark haired gem of a man, and looked like the kind of person that would stand out regardless of what clothes he was wearing, even if those were just a black thong I fantasized him in.      At that moment, though

There is this guy I was hooking up with recently that you can call “Bratt”, who is the manager at a regional box store. A couple of days ago, after we had sex, we talked about some things like work and how he was looking to hire soon. He told me one of his biggest fantasies was to have sex with a guy in his office who he was interviewing while there were other people outside waiting for their turns. This got my attention and I had to tell him I would love to give him a hand. Initially, he was confused and said he didn’t think I needed another job. I had no interest in the position, but I didn’t have to tell him that. He felt excited and nervous at the same time at the prospect of having one his fantasies come true.  The interview was scheduled for the past Wednesday. I prepared myself for the interview and even made up a fake resume. It had some legit info in it in case a secretary ended up taking a look at it, but it was comprised mostly of how good