Towel Boi - You're Hired
Kasey Stevens woke up in his new studio apartment. The five-foot-nine, blue-eyed sissy with ash brown hair yawned and stretched before heading into the bathroom. He showered, taking good care to lather his rosy skin with strawberry scented body wash. He shaved his legs and rinsed off. Then, he applied a copious amount of mineral oil to his dripping wet body to lock in all the moisture.
He took a good look at his plump, lily white forty-inch backside. He gyrated, watching his juicy derriere. ‘I can’t wait to show this off,’ he thought to himself. He slid on a black thong and put on a pair of lavender Lycra hot shorts. He added a spaghetti-strapped white camisole to his torso. Before walking into the kitchen area, he sprayed himself with fruity smelling perfume.
Kasey grabbed the coffee mug from his Keurig and poured the brew into a pink “Hello Kitty” thermos. He put his pink Hello Kitty purse over his left shoulder and he exited. He rode down the elevator and walked out of the lobby onto the sidewalk.
It was a crisp morning that would turn into a warm afternoon. The street was relatively quiet, he thought for ten o’clock on Monday morning. He strutted diligently along the way and came up to K.O. Boxing Academy. There was a ‘help wanted’ sign posted so he decided to go in. But the door was locked and the lights were definitely off. The vinyl lettering indicated that the business hours were Monday through Friday 10:00 a.m. until 8:00 p.m and Saturdays from 10:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m.
Kasey shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his dark roast. He pulled out his mobile phone and entered the number. It rang and went to voicemail.
“You’ve reached K.O. Boxing Academy. We can’t come to the phone right now, but please leave your name and number and a detailed message and we’ll get back with you as soon as possible.”
“Hi! My name is Kasey Stevens and I’m interested in the job posting you have. What time are you open for me to come by and apply?”
Kasey ended the call and decided to explore some more. His phone rang back right before he walked into an out of place looking boutique. “Hello,” he answered in his signature sing-songy voice.
“This is Ralph with K.O. Boxing. May I speak with Kasey,” began the baritone on the other end of the phone.
“This is Kasey! How are you?”
“Uh…I’m good. We gotta update those hours. I don’t really open up on Monday at all now.”
“No worries.”
“But the job is just some reception and bookkeeping. Can you do that?”
“Oh yes. A hundred percent sir!”
“It’s part time. About nineteen hours a week. Free gym membership and other perks as we agree upon.”
“Oh jeepers,” exclaimed the sassy prospective hire. “That sounds great! When can I…”
Right then a dude in a hoodie and jeans strolled past and said, “Nice ass, girl!”
Kasey mouthed, “Thank you!” And pointed at the phone.
“Sorry about that sir,” Kasey offered.
“You good. You might be good for business.”
“I hope so. When can we meet?”
“I gotta drop my son at the bus station then I can be on my way over there!”
“Sounds good. What time?”
“Let’s say eleven thirty. Just pull up in the parking lot in the back and park by the sign. Call this number and I’ll let you in.”
Kasey rushed towards the man who had just complimented him, but he didn’t see the fine medium-brown fellow in sight. He lowered his head and went home to retrieve his little red sports coupe from the parking area of his building.
He drove straight to the strip mall where the boxing gym was located and waited. About 11:22 a.m., a dark gray 2017 RAM 1500 four-door pickup, pulled up beside him.
Kasey crawled out of his pony car and smiled.
A slightly taller and much brawnier man with deep brown skin and a full goatee stepped out of the truck. His eyes bugged when he caught the glimpse. “I…uhhhh…What’s your name again?”
“Kasey,” the applicant extended his hand.
“So are you a boy or a girl,” he inquired.
The sissy giggled, “I’m a boy. Hope that’s okay?”
“It’s good with me. Catch!”
Kasey caught the keys.
“It’s the one with the green on it!”
“Yes, sir!”
Kasey shimmied up the steps and unlocked the door.
Ralph studied the scantily clad rear-end. He licked his lips and announced menacingly, “This oughta be great for business!”
“I hope so,” called out Kasey.
“Just walk straight and then the door that says ‘office’,” Ralph instructed him. “Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll be right there.”
Kasey sat around looking at the numerous photos and awards on the walls. He noticed that Ralph “K.O.” Dukes was a champion boxer in his own right. He was even pictured with a couple B-list celebrities. He was a bot startled when the owner walked in shirtless and wearing a pair of red trunks.
“I’m a fan of simulation interviews. Let’s say I’m boxing and need to head to the showers. But we’re out of towels. What do you do?”
Kasey gulped and bit his sizable dermal-filler-injected bottom lip. Then, he let out a high pitch laugh. “Well, first…I’d ask you how your workout was.”
“That’s good, Anything else?”
“Oh I’d apologize for not having towels out for you. And I’d go get some fresh ones.”
“Good answer. What else would you do?”
“Afterwards, I’d thank you for bringing it to my attention and let you know to find me if you need anything else. How’s that.” checked Kaey.
“Not too bad. What else do you think a towel boy should do?”
“I’d make sure the showers stay clean and well stocked.”
“I like. I like. What if a customer needs something while he’s in the shower?”
“I’d find out what he needs and bring it to him.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You’re quite eager,” the athlete mentioned.
“Oh I’m very eager, Mister Dukes.”
“You’ve done your homework,” he grinned.
“Just saw the trophies and stuff, sir!”
“Good eye! I’m just not sure about one thing…”
“What’s that?”
“We get a lot of tough testosterone-filled brothas. And I’m just imagining how they might feel when they see a big ol’ white butt like yours.”
“Uh…”
“Would you let them touch?”
“If they wanted to, I guess. Is that against the rules?”
“Naw, boi! We figuring them out as we go.”
“Wanna see it?”
Ralph grabbed a handful of the behemoth booty and barked,, “Ooh that muthafucks soft as shit, white boi!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“How did it get so big,” Ralph wondered.
“I got butt implants,” Kasey smiled and poked his fart box out a little bit more.
“Nice! You’re hired…if…”
“If what,” bounced Kasey.
“If I can fuck you when you’re my employee.”
“Yes, sir! Of course!”
“Good show me, white boi!” Ralph led the way back to his office. “We’ll tour the gym after we finish up this orientation. “Shake that big heart-shaped ass!”
Kasey twerked as K.O. pulled down the scrimpy little shorts.
“Suck this dick, bitch,” K.O. ordered.
“Yes, sir!”
Kasey fell to his knees and pulled out the already engorged nine-inch-by-six-inch tool. He smiled and licked the head almost instantaneously.
“That’s it, gay boi! Take all that dick down your throat! You suck it better than my ol’ lady!”
“Th-thank you,” mumbled the cocksucker.
“All the way down! Gag on it, sissy! Get up on the couch and bounce that big phat white ass,” boi,” Ralph commanded with a slap across the vixen’s gorgeous face.
Kasey jumped to it and had his love spear back in his mouth quite quickly. The effeminate bottom moved his hind parts.
“Look at how much that thang move! You a punk for real!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Yo’ ass is so much hotter than most women around here,” confessed K.O.
“Thanks!”
K.O. stuck his forefinger in the tight opening. He worked it around as Kasey squirmed with delight. He inhaled the scent and remarked, “Yo’ butt hole stinks so good!”
“Thank you,” whined Kasey.
“Turn around,” ordered Ralph. He spat on the pink hole and smacked his missile against the waiting anus.
“Ooh, daddy! Be gentle please!”
“I got you, punk ass white boi! Let me do my thing!”
Kasey shut up as he felt the manhood pressing inside of him. “Ooh,” winced the slender waisted culture with the ginormous patootie.
“That’s a big ol’ soft ass! And the hole is tight too,” professed Ralph! “You finna take all this Black dick, sissy!”
“Oh yes! Fuck me, daddy!”
“Hell yeah, punk! Open that booty up for daddy!”
Ralph slammed in with every bit of his might.
Kasey yelped.
“Take it, faggit! Take daddy’s big Black dick, boi!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck my pussy ass!”
“Yo’ gay ass, white boi!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me like a bitch!”
“You is my bitch! Yo’ hole feel so good!”
“Thank you, daddy! Give it to me!”
“You da truth, white boi!”
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
Ralph’s hard body collided with Kasey’ delicate frame. The colossal ass gave way with each stroke. The man impaled the sissy with reckless regard until he could take no more.
“Arrrrrghhhhhh,” howled K.O. as he erupted inside of the demure bottom. “Oh shit! You’re hired, towel boi!”
Kasey smiled as K.O. moved in to kiss those luscious lips. They tongue wrestled until Ralph extracted his tongue.
Ralph explained, “Get dressed. We going to a notary public so we have it documented that you are in a previous relationship with your employer. So any intimate relations are not in exchange for any monetary or ownership rewards!”
“Yes, sir!”
They got into Ralph’s truck and headed towards the bank.
He took a good look at his plump, lily white forty-inch backside. He gyrated, watching his juicy derriere. ‘I can’t wait to show this off,’ he thought to himself. He slid on a black thong and put on a pair of lavender Lycra hot shorts. He added a spaghetti-strapped white camisole to his torso. Before walking into the kitchen area, he sprayed himself with fruity smelling perfume.
Kasey grabbed the coffee mug from his Keurig and poured the brew into a pink “Hello Kitty” thermos. He put his pink Hello Kitty purse over his left shoulder and he exited. He rode down the elevator and walked out of the lobby onto the sidewalk.
It was a crisp morning that would turn into a warm afternoon. The street was relatively quiet, he thought for ten o’clock on Monday morning. He strutted diligently along the way and came up to K.O. Boxing Academy. There was a ‘help wanted’ sign posted so he decided to go in. But the door was locked and the lights were definitely off. The vinyl lettering indicated that the business hours were Monday through Friday 10:00 a.m. until 8:00 p.m and Saturdays from 10:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m.
Kasey shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his dark roast. He pulled out his mobile phone and entered the number. It rang and went to voicemail.
“You’ve reached K.O. Boxing Academy. We can’t come to the phone right now, but please leave your name and number and a detailed message and we’ll get back with you as soon as possible.”
“Hi! My name is Kasey Stevens and I’m interested in the job posting you have. What time are you open for me to come by and apply?”
Kasey ended the call and decided to explore some more. His phone rang back right before he walked into an out of place looking boutique. “Hello,” he answered in his signature sing-songy voice.
“This is Ralph with K.O. Boxing. May I speak with Kasey,” began the baritone on the other end of the phone.
“This is Kasey! How are you?”
“Uh…I’m good. We gotta update those hours. I don’t really open up on Monday at all now.”
“No worries.”
“But the job is just some reception and bookkeeping. Can you do that?”
“Oh yes. A hundred percent sir!”
“It’s part time. About nineteen hours a week. Free gym membership and other perks as we agree upon.”
“Oh jeepers,” exclaimed the sassy prospective hire. “That sounds great! When can I…”
Right then a dude in a hoodie and jeans strolled past and said, “Nice ass, girl!”
Kasey mouthed, “Thank you!” And pointed at the phone.
“Sorry about that sir,” Kasey offered.
“You good. You might be good for business.”
“I hope so. When can we meet?”
“I gotta drop my son at the bus station then I can be on my way over there!”
“Sounds good. What time?”
“Let’s say eleven thirty. Just pull up in the parking lot in the back and park by the sign. Call this number and I’ll let you in.”
Kasey rushed towards the man who had just complimented him, but he didn’t see the fine medium-brown fellow in sight. He lowered his head and went home to retrieve his little red sports coupe from the parking area of his building.
He drove straight to the strip mall where the boxing gym was located and waited. About 11:22 a.m., a dark gray 2017 RAM 1500 four-door pickup, pulled up beside him.
Kasey crawled out of his pony car and smiled.
A slightly taller and much brawnier man with deep brown skin and a full goatee stepped out of the truck. His eyes bugged when he caught the glimpse. “I…uhhhh…What’s your name again?”
“Kasey,” the applicant extended his hand.
“So are you a boy or a girl,” he inquired.
The sissy giggled, “I’m a boy. Hope that’s okay?”
“It’s good with me. Catch!”
Kasey caught the keys.
“It’s the one with the green on it!”
“Yes, sir!”
Kasey shimmied up the steps and unlocked the door.
Ralph studied the scantily clad rear-end. He licked his lips and announced menacingly, “This oughta be great for business!”
“I hope so,” called out Kasey.
“Just walk straight and then the door that says ‘office’,” Ralph instructed him. “Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll be right there.”
Kasey sat around looking at the numerous photos and awards on the walls. He noticed that Ralph “K.O.” Dukes was a champion boxer in his own right. He was even pictured with a couple B-list celebrities. He was a bot startled when the owner walked in shirtless and wearing a pair of red trunks.
“I’m a fan of simulation interviews. Let’s say I’m boxing and need to head to the showers. But we’re out of towels. What do you do?”
Kasey gulped and bit his sizable dermal-filler-injected bottom lip. Then, he let out a high pitch laugh. “Well, first…I’d ask you how your workout was.”
“That’s good, Anything else?”
“Oh I’d apologize for not having towels out for you. And I’d go get some fresh ones.”
“Good answer. What else would you do?”
“Afterwards, I’d thank you for bringing it to my attention and let you know to find me if you need anything else. How’s that.” checked Kaey.
“Not too bad. What else do you think a towel boy should do?”
“I’d make sure the showers stay clean and well stocked.”
“I like. I like. What if a customer needs something while he’s in the shower?”
“I’d find out what he needs and bring it to him.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You’re quite eager,” the athlete mentioned.
“Oh I’m very eager, Mister Dukes.”
“You’ve done your homework,” he grinned.
“Just saw the trophies and stuff, sir!”
“Good eye! I’m just not sure about one thing…”
“What’s that?”
“We get a lot of tough testosterone-filled brothas. And I’m just imagining how they might feel when they see a big ol’ white butt like yours.”
“Uh…”
“Would you let them touch?”
“If they wanted to, I guess. Is that against the rules?”
“Naw, boi! We figuring them out as we go.”
“Wanna see it?”
Ralph grabbed a handful of the behemoth booty and barked,, “Ooh that muthafucks soft as shit, white boi!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“How did it get so big,” Ralph wondered.
“I got butt implants,” Kasey smiled and poked his fart box out a little bit more.
“Nice! You’re hired…if…”
“If what,” bounced Kasey.
“If I can fuck you when you’re my employee.”
“Yes, sir! Of course!”
“Good show me, white boi!” Ralph led the way back to his office. “We’ll tour the gym after we finish up this orientation. “Shake that big heart-shaped ass!”
Kasey twerked as K.O. pulled down the scrimpy little shorts.
“Suck this dick, bitch,” K.O. ordered.
“Yes, sir!”
Kasey fell to his knees and pulled out the already engorged nine-inch-by-six-inch tool. He smiled and licked the head almost instantaneously.
“That’s it, gay boi! Take all that dick down your throat! You suck it better than my ol’ lady!”
“Th-thank you,” mumbled the cocksucker.
“All the way down! Gag on it, sissy! Get up on the couch and bounce that big phat white ass,” boi,” Ralph commanded with a slap across the vixen’s gorgeous face.
Kasey jumped to it and had his love spear back in his mouth quite quickly. The effeminate bottom moved his hind parts.
“Look at how much that thang move! You a punk for real!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Yo’ ass is so much hotter than most women around here,” confessed K.O.
“Thanks!”
K.O. stuck his forefinger in the tight opening. He worked it around as Kasey squirmed with delight. He inhaled the scent and remarked, “Yo’ butt hole stinks so good!”
“Thank you,” whined Kasey.
“Turn around,” ordered Ralph. He spat on the pink hole and smacked his missile against the waiting anus.
“Ooh, daddy! Be gentle please!”
“I got you, punk ass white boi! Let me do my thing!”
Kasey shut up as he felt the manhood pressing inside of him. “Ooh,” winced the slender waisted culture with the ginormous patootie.
“That’s a big ol’ soft ass! And the hole is tight too,” professed Ralph! “You finna take all this Black dick, sissy!”
“Oh yes! Fuck me, daddy!”
“Hell yeah, punk! Open that booty up for daddy!”
Ralph slammed in with every bit of his might.
Kasey yelped.
“Take it, faggit! Take daddy’s big Black dick, boi!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck my pussy ass!”
“Yo’ gay ass, white boi!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me like a bitch!”
“You is my bitch! Yo’ hole feel so good!”
“Thank you, daddy! Give it to me!”
“You da truth, white boi!”
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
Ralph’s hard body collided with Kasey’ delicate frame. The colossal ass gave way with each stroke. The man impaled the sissy with reckless regard until he could take no more.
“Arrrrrghhhhhh,” howled K.O. as he erupted inside of the demure bottom. “Oh shit! You’re hired, towel boi!”
Kasey smiled as K.O. moved in to kiss those luscious lips. They tongue wrestled until Ralph extracted his tongue.
Ralph explained, “Get dressed. We going to a notary public so we have it documented that you are in a previous relationship with your employer. So any intimate relations are not in exchange for any monetary or ownership rewards!”
“Yes, sir!”
They got into Ralph’s truck and headed towards the bank.
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