“This is great, thank you.”
Amy rode the elevator down to the main lobby with me and told me the receptionist would have my key card ready Monday morning when I come in.
“I have to tell you that you’ve made quite the impression already.”
“I have?”
The elevator door opened, and we exited. Amy guided us toward the exit and stopped just short of the doormat.
“Oh, yes. Mr. Evans takes an active interest in the interns here. He feels strongly about dedicating time to help them grow. So you can expect a lot of time with Mr. Evans,” Amy said with a smile.
“I’m looking forward to that,” I replied. I instantly felt my cock harden.
Fuck, she had no clue as to how much I was looking forward to that.
Chapter Two
Riley
Over the weekend, I moved from my apartment in Ann Arbor to a new rental in Grand Rapids. My new place was a single-story one-bedroom townhouse that even had a small fenced-in yard. The rental management company was offering it for an unbelievably low price, so hopefully, it wouldn’t continually bring problems. I still had enough money in my college fund account to afford the first and last month’s rent on the new place before I would receive my first paycheck. Though small, it was still bigger than my apartment near campus.
Moving from Ann Arbor to Grand Rapids wasn’t my only big change during the weekend. I decided that I needed a new car, or at least something new to me. My Civic had been awesome, and it had served its purpose, but it was time to move on. I looked online for used Mercedes S-Classes and found one at a used car dealership in Grand Rapids.
Having grown up in Grand Rapids, I knew where everything was located. I planned on picking up a few things for my new place each night after work, but until then, I had things to survive on. While the pump blew up my air mattress, I flipped through the owner’s manual for my Mercedes. Even though my model was ten years old, it was still a damn nice vehicle. Obviously, Griffin thought so.
On Monday morning, I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car directly across the aisle from Griffin’s Mercedes. I looked at my cell phone while I walked into the building. It wasn’t even 8:00, and Griffin was already here. Impressive, Mr. CEO.
I collected my key card from the receptionist and made my way to my desk. Just as Amy promised, my nameplate welcomed me to my new home by the window. When I stepped into my cubicle, I immediately noticed the welcome packet waiting for me on my desk. The guy from the furthest cubicle stood and made his way over to me.
“Hi, Riley. Welcome to Evans Financial. I’m Chase, a fellow intern,” Chase introduced himself, and we shook hands and exchanged brief pleasantries. “I’ll let you get settled in. The other guys will be back soon. They went on the coffee and breakfast run.” Chase bumped his fist on top of my cubicle frame and headed back to his desk.
My workspace was “L” shaped, and I began mentally mapping out where I would place things. I quickly emptied my messenger bag and selected the perfect spot for my diploma just to the right side of my main workspace. One of the welcome items was a black coffee mug that had the company logo in gold. I set the mug next to my diploma and admired the two items together. I had a twelve-inch tall University of Michigan flag and placed it in the Evans Financial mug.
Soon I had met the three other interns, Jeff, Mike, Malcolm, and a handful of other people over donuts and coffee. The Chief Financial Officer, Mark Hull, even came down from what I assumed was his posh office. Everyone seemed like they would be excellent people to work with, but I was only interested in one person … Griffin.
Yvette was the woman who oversaw the five of us interns, and she would be the one to assign us daily tasks, or grunt work as I called it. But I needed to do it to prove my worth to Griffin and move my way up.
That night I jacked off to the mental picture burned in my mind of Griffin. I saw him once today. He had come down to my floor and went into Yvette’s office opposite from where Chase sat. Griffin looked incredible. I could see the outline of his upper arms in his perfectly tailored black suit and his banker’s blue shirt. As he had walked by my cubicle alongside Yvette, I stood and pretended to be stretching so that I could get a peek of his firm ass in his trousers. I was in a state of trance, moving my hand up and down my shaft in quick succession while I envisioned Griffin’s ass. Fuck, I was close. I tugged on my balls, imagining that it was Griffin’s hand on me, trying to bring me closer. I could picture the strong muscular lines in his forearm as he finished me off.
“Fuck,” I moaned and pressed my head back against my pillow as I came.
All of the muscles in my body had tensed as jets of cum launched onto my chest, abs, and under my chin. Of course, now I imagined that it was Griffin’s cum, and I wasn’t about to waste any. Bending my legs at the knees, I brought my legs closer to my chest. I continued to slowly stroke my softening cock as I gathered some cum on my middle finger. Pressing my coated fingertip against my puckered hole, I teased the rim with some pressure before I pushed past the ring of muscles. When the cum around my ass began to dry, I pulled my hand away triumphantly. I was exhausted but sated.
The next few
