Page 2 of Obsession

“Yeah, hi. Um, this is quite random. I just applied for a job here and I’ve been short-listed for a face-to-face interview tomorrow. I’m just wondering what advice can you give me to really stand out?”

“You applied for a job in this store?”

“Yes.”

He looks at me inquisitively for a few long seconds, then smiles, revealing his perfectly shaped white teeth.

“Just be yourself.”

A direct answer. Short, and straight to the point. And that voice, holy shit what a turn on.

He continues to stare at me and says nothing else. As much as I want to stand here and continue this conversation with the guy, the moment is already as awkward as it’s going to get.

“Thank you,” I say.

I drag myself out of the store, not looking back at him and make my way to the food court to grab some lunch. I find an empty table and try and eat my lunch but all I can think about is my encounter with Aiden, as brief as it may have been. Personally, I still prefer to call him Mr. Fuck Me. Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting to happen, the dude doesn’t know me, and I don’tknow him. Except for the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous and all I can visualize is what he’s hiding beneath that uniform. That, and me crouched between his thighs sucking on his dick.

When I get home from work, all I can concentrate on is the way Aiden’s voice sounded when the words came out of his mouth. I know we spoke for a brief moment and only exchanged a few small words, butfuck. I open my email from the job application and read it carefully, making sure I don’t miss anything in preparation for the interview tomorrow. I’ve been to many interviews in my career, and even if I don’t get this position, I still have my job. But to be working side-by-side with Aiden and be able to ogle him all day, would no doubt make an eight-hour shift fly by.

What the hell am I saying?

If I get this job, I have to be super careful and make sure that I don’t make it obvious that I’m crushing on this guy who I don’t even know if he’s gay. But that doesn’t matter right now because all I can smell is that intoxicating scent of his. Damn, he smelt good, likerealgood. Now that I have a closer visual of the guy, jerking myself off in bed is going to be much more pleasurable, now that I can see every last detail of his face. And with that thought swirling around in my mind, I quickly finish my dinner, then brush my teeth before heading to my room. I strip out of my clothes,climb into bed and close my eyes. Aiden’s beautiful face pops into my head. He’s smiling and looking all sexed up in that uniform. I don’t know how it’s possible, but a simple polo shirtand black, tight pants and those curls are enough to have me wrapping my fist around my hardened cock.

I stroke my length, moaning and groaning as I imagine Aiden getting down on both his knees to suck my cock. I feel his lips wrap around my cock as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Tilting my head backward, I twirl my fingers in his curls, and I love how his hair feels between my fingers. Iplace both my hands behind his head and mouth fuck him vigorously. He tries to say something and his words vibrate along my cock as I hear him gag on it. He finally manages to pull his mouth off my cock, then his eyes angle up at me. His eyes. Those fucking, beautiful eyes staring up at me is almost enough to make me blow my load.

I tug on my cock, harder and faster as I focus my attention on Aiden’s eyes and his tongue sliding up and down my dick. He spits on it, then wraps a fist around it and lubricates the entire length before sliding it back between his lips. I don’t know what he looks like naked, or without a shirt, so I have to improvise, and that’s kind of impossible right now when all I can concentrate on is the tingling in my balls and the sensation shooting all the way up my shaft. I pull myself a little harder and it’s not too long before I’m shooting my load all over my sheets.

The following morning after my shower, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my room. Opening my closet, I sift through my outfits, trying to pick something to wear for my interview today. There’s a long list of options; black slacks, shirts, ties, bow ties, vests, and pointed shoes. Okay, so this is justa job in a phone store. It’s not like I have to be a retail assistant in a clothing store and model the clothes we sell. Then again, Iamtrying to make an impression and get into this guy’s pants …store. I mean, store. I want to make sure when I walk out of the interview, that I leave them with the impression that I’m not only thebestcandidate for the position but theonlycandidate. I take out a pair of black slacks, the ones that mold perfectly around my ass, then choose a pale pink shirt but decide to skip the tie and bow tie. I figure I can show a little skin if Mr. Aiden is working today and give him a free preview of what I have underneath my clothes.

When it’s almost time for my interview, I change into my outfit and shoes, I gather my things and head to my car. Once I get to the mall, I park in the staff parking lot, even though it’s my day off because I can’t be bothered trying to find a parking space. I make my way into the mall with still thirty minutes to spare before my interview. I go to the convenience store and buy a bottle of water, then slowly make my way to the store. I can’t see Aiden anywhere. Maybe it’s his day off, or perhaps he’s on a break. When I get to the counter, the woman behind the desk acknowledges me.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi. I’m here for an interview at 2 p.m.”

“What’s your name?” she asks.

“Cody Pierce.”

“Just give me a moment, please.”

She leaves the counter and goes through a door that leads to a back room. After a few seconds, she returns to the counter.

“Take a seat. The manager will be with you in a moment.”

“Thank you,” I reply.

I take a seat on one of the vacant chairs and place my hands on my thighs. I quickly glance around the store. There are only acouple of customers, and a few staff members sitting at a table talking among themselves. The door to the back room opens and a young girl walks out holding a folder under her arms, obviously a potential candidate. When it opens a second time, I look up and see Aiden walk through the door and over toward me.

“Cody?” he asks.

“Yes.” I get to my feet and stand tall.

“I’m Aiden, the store manager,” he stretches out his hand for me to shake. “I’ll be interviewing you today. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” I reply, shaking his hand.

Oh fuck!

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