Roy
I just got placed in a new position, the new lead at our location in the Midwest. A moderate sized town with a growing population. I was looking for a new start away from the craziness of Silicon Valley and getting back to my roots. A small town boy in my heart, looking for some resemblance of an unhurried life. This wasn’t Mayberry, but close enough. Good old boys with fishing rods and pickups. A local diner with a Mabel pouring unlimited coffee and a warm Ala Mode apple pie, and everyone’s waterhole was the American Legion at the end of Main Street. It wasn’t much, a bar run by Betty, an old nurse vet that liked to revel in tales of field tents and bandaged boys back in Vietnam, and how happy they were to stop in while traveling through to buy her a beer and thank her for keeping them alive. She reminded me of what I imagined a big matron saloon mama of the old west would be. She really did take care of everyone.
My location wasn’t big, but was one of the larger employers in the area. The office had a welcoming lobby, picture windows displaying our products and an honor window for town achievements and high school activities, team sports. Full support staff, sales, small manufacturing area, shipping and technology. That’s where I found Roy. Short little man, thick glasses, pencil protector for his pocket, keeping to himself, always mumbling. I had to force myself not to laugh when I met him. The typical image of every nerd ever imagined. But I learned quickly I needed him. He could fix things. He had that magic touch of a miracle worker, and somehow an uncanny way of inventing the process, the tool, the apparatus needed for any tech problem. He was the glue that kept us running.
But that wasn’t how the sales team saw him. Nope, to them he was a nerd, and they were all stuck in the old high school mentality of jocks that rock. He was their play thing, and they were called to remind him with all the locker room antics of grade school boys. I was worried…
Ben was the lead salesperson, the ex-champion quarterback of the local school. The legend that took the team to state. The person who put the town on the map, and he knew how to use his fame with the ego to back it up. His two junior salesmen were his old running back and wide receiver, his legendary support that keeps taking care of him. I was surprised he didn’t have one of his big lineman there also for muscle, though with their physiques they had enough muscle to spare for most things. They still ruled the local gym and the arm wrestling tournament every year at the legion. Of course their wives were the cheerleaders and easily qualified for the trophy category. The women knew they had it made and were more than willing to overlook any disgression the husbands dallied with. They came home, they gave them credit cards, they sent them off to exotic locations where they dallied themselves with big Jamaican adventures. All was good in the married world. All was good in the sales world. Happy homes, large sales, and a happy corporate office.
Roy seemed oblivious to their antics. Went out of his way to keep their electronics humming, and their sales installed. Even took care of their wives, going after hours to their homes, installing smart devices, upgrading their sound systems and computers, and keeping them in the latest phones. I was more than a little concerned, kept a vigilant watch, but things seemed unusually smooth running. I didn’t want to upset the apple cart!
I decided to take a more familiarizing approach to knowing Roy, find out what makes him tick, even got invited to his home to meet the wife and have dinner. Picked up a bottle of wine and a six pack not knowing what his home life was like, and knocked on his door. It was a nice house, good neighborhood, small garden surrounding the home, 2 car garage with large driveway, and I noticed security cameras everywhere. It was his living but I always think of the shoemaker’s tale, and how his kids had holes in their shoes.
A Japanese woman answered the door, a real knockout, small tantalizing dish of curves. Eyes bright and cheerful, submissive culture prevalent. I was taken back. This couldn’t be his wife could it? I’m a recipient of yellow fever I’ll admit, but Wow! I had a hard time believing he had won this woman over to be his partner, his confidante, his lover! I had to quickly make sure my tongue wasn’t hard and hanging from my mouth!
She took the wine and, stepping aside, welcomed me into the house, pointing towards the living room where Roy was presiding in his lazy boy like it was a throne. He saw me and quickly stood, grabbing his glasses and completely changed his attitude back to what was familiar to his work persona. I took note…
She followed me into the room and presented the wine, I held up the six pack to his smile, both of us grabbing a can. I noticed a slight flick of his hand and she bowed, taking the remainder of beer and left the room. I wanted her to stay for my eye candy, but kept that to myself and sat on the couch. I felt like I had walked into the twilight zone. Something was off, too warm and inviting, almost like I was standing on a stage. I felt like a member of the audience called up to participate in one of those spur of the moment comedy plays. I told him…
He smiled. Pulled out some gadget from his pocket. Took off his glasses and pushed a button…
The room immediately changed atmosphere. He called his wife who came, stripped, and went right for his pants, pulling out his 10 inch thick throbbing cock and plastering it with slobbering kisses. Smiling she swallowed it whole and hummed a familiar tune. I was flabbergasted and quite aroused. He just laughed and stated proudly, “She loves this! It’s an erotic enhancer. It makes everything feel more exciting. Why do you think those wives' invite me to their homes? Ben doesn’t have a clue. They beg me to come by! His trophies are mine!”
Now I laughed! “Where can I get one of those?” He laughed even harder, “Only from my planet.” And I lost consciousness…
When I woke up at home I had a full stomach and for some reason didn’t worry about Roy anymore.
