First Day of Work (Patreon)

Already know that I'm going to have too much fun with this new series, The Half-Naked Assistant. Check out the first story below this, and then you can check out its new home in the Collections tab in the top menu. Hope you enjoy this installment as Noah heads to his first day of work almost half-naked...

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Reginald hadn’t been wrong about a single thing. On Friday, I went to collect my suits- two beautiful suit jackets, two shirts that were just a little shorter than normal, and two cheap pair of pants that would only be worn on my commute. Once I got back home, I saw the email in my inbox explaining everything. At the bottom, there was the opt out message, but in doing so, I wouldn’t get the impressive signing bonus waiting on me. So, with my dignity tucked away in some recess of my brain, I replied that I would be there bright and early on Monday morning.

As I pulled into the parking lot at 7:45, fifteen minutes early, I saw that the parking lot was full. Getting out of my car, I saw Marco get into the elevator, and I smiled at seeing a familiar face. His smile was bigger though because he wasn’t the one about to lose his trousers.

“I see you tried to get here early, but the rest of the office is all up there waiting on you. First days are always fun.” And with that, the elevator closed, and I had to wait in anticipation for the next one.

The seconds ticked by at a glacial pace, so much slower than my drive here of all green lights and nerves. As the ding of the elevator interrupted my thoughts, I stepped inside and took a deep breath. Pulling my phone and wallet out of my pants to transfer into my bag, I finally got to try out the discovery that I’d made this morning. These pants had tearaway seams running down them for easy stripping. Velcro and snaps would get me covered again for the ride home, but for now, there was only one thing for me to do.

Leaning down, I grabbed a fistful of fabric in each hand and pulled the pants off of my body in one clean tug. The two flat pieces folded easily, and they were already stuffed away in my bag four floors before my stop. As the elevator ding sent a shock right through my body, the doors opened in front of someone.

“Good morning, Noah. I see you’re ready for your first day here.” This must be Austin, the first assistant. He was wearing an outfit that mirrored mine in almost every way down to the underwear that Reginald had given us. “Mr. Reynolds has online meetings today so I’m in the office all day which means you get to match me. In job description… and appearance.”

Austin was beautiful with a few locks of hair spilling down over his forehead, and I knew that he spent a good amount of time this morning making sure that it looked effortless. His suit was tighter than mine as if on request, and he was packing those briefs beautifully as well. I was unfortunately too focused on his bulge in those white bikini briefs to notice the stack of papers that he was handing me.

“Here is this morning’s briefing- your main job today will be to go over this and start to familiarize yourself with the format. Creating this will be part of your duties soon. Let’s head to your desk.”

Balancing this load and my bag took both hands, and I just tried to make sure that I didn’t drop either. That would be embarrassing, but then again, what about this wasn’t embarrassing?

Exiting the little foyer that housed the elevator, the full view of Weymar Advertising greeted me as the office space was full of men staring back at me. Almost every desk was full, and some coworkers were standing huddled together, trying to mask the fact that one of them was recording a video which would presumably be passed around in secret Slack channels later. I was turning as red as my tie as Austin led me straight through the fray instead of walking around the perimeter.

“This is Jamie- he’s one of the graphic designers, and this is Travis, he’ll be your lifesaver. He can fix the copier no matter how hard you jam it.”

Every one of them greeted me with a smile and a glance downwards before trying to meet my eyes again. All of this had me practically shaking, and I was thankful that the air conditioning wasn’t blowing too hard. The breeze that did meet my bare legs didn’t do anything to cool me down below the waist though. I was starting to get a little worked up from all of the attention, and the stack of papers suddenly made sense. It would be easier to have them waiting on me at my desk, but by holding them now, I couldn’t move my hands to cover myself. They were taunting me and understanding that still did nothing to soften me down.

“Here’s Ben- he’s in accounting, but you’ll still see him around the water cooler taking any break that he can.” That got a laugh out of him and Austin, but the latter’s faded as we went down a few desks. “And this is Brent.”

Brent didn’t get a longer introduction- instead, he stood up to greet me. He was about six inches taller than I was, and with a thick beard, he cut a menacing figure.

“Good morning, new meat. I would shake your hand, but they both seem to be occupied. I can try and compromise though.”

And with no other warning, he reached down to grab a hand around my bulge and gave it a shake. There was a smirk under that thick mustache as I finished growing inside of his grasp, and he only let go once Austin put a hand on his other arm.

He sat back down, and I hurried to my station averting everyone’s eyes as theirs were presumably glued to my hard cock stretching the thin white fabric covering it.

Austin sat down at the desk opposite of mine, and the sound faded around us as everyone got back to work. We were sitting in a little alcove that led to Trent’s office door about six feet apart from each other. As I looked over at him, I saw that the desks were high enough to give me a perfect view of his entire lower half, and he had the same view of mine… along with Trent every time that he’d eventually walk by.

I spent the next thirty minutes going through the stack of papers, and I was able to almost forget what had just happened. I enjoyed this type of work, and I imagined myself putting together each folder, sticky noting each line that needed a signature, and scanning them all into some database that afternoon. That was the thought on my mind when Austin came over to my desk on the way back from the copier.

“Just a heads up for next time, Trent doesn’t like us getting erections at work. Well, he doesn’t like it unless he’s the one causing them.”

And with that, I realized that I still had no idea what this job entailed for me…