And a Half
Copyright© 2016 by awnlee jawking
Chapter 1: Gofer
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Gofer - When a man hits rock bottom, salvation comes from an unexpected source. Note that story codes have been used parsimoniously.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Fairy Tale Anal Sex
My nemesis came in the form of Claire Warrender.
I knew I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, so rather than struggle my way through college, incurring massive debts in the hope of scraping a degree in a subject at which I’d never excel, on leaving school I managed to land a job as a gofer with an advertising company.
My parents were disappointed, of course. They’d always wanted to see me do well. But that disappointment tempered by my ability to pay them a reasonable sum for board and lodgings now I was earning a wage.
The work was menial at first, even demeaning in some instances. And yes, I did have to fetch someone’s dry cleaning on occasion, as well as making the coffee, doing the photocopying and binding, lugging whiteboards around and even cleaning up spills which couldn’t be left until the cleaners did their rounds in the evening.
The majority of the people I interacted with on a daily basis were women, most only a few years older than myself as they tried to progress up the corporate ladder. Since I dressed smartly, had decent looks and an amiable personality, I was the subject of not a few ribald remarks and suggestions and even an offer or two, but as politely as possible I always demurred.
It turned out that I had a remarkable feel for how advertising campaigns would be perceived by their target audiences. Like those cities which always seem to correctly predict the results of elections, I didn’t know why and I sure as hell couldn’t bottle it, but I seemed to have good instincts. Although I was still officially a gofer, I was often included in meetings where development teams dry ran their intended advertising campaigns before presenting them to the paying customers.
My pay mysteriously increased way beyond the limit for my grade. I was able to move out of my parents’ home into a small flat, and even buy myself a little car, a no nonsense second-hand runabout which did the job.
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