How I Became His Office Fucktoy

Until this job ended last year, every day at my lunch break I would service one of my many Daddies in his office in the building where I worked. He'd always slip me a few bucks, a $20 or even $50 afterwards, not as a payment for sex, but as a "tip" "for all the hard work you do here," he says. I worked in the parking garage connected to the building this 50-something rich, handsome, budding attorney has an office in, doing cleaning, maintenance, and customer service which mostly entailed finding people a parking space or finding their cars if they get lost. This is how this came be.

My old job was working in a parking garage in downtown San Diego and one of my duties was delivering invoices, parking validations and other paperwork to our tenant's offices. One day my Supervisor asked me to deliver an invoice to this tenant. I enjoy getting out of a dark, dank garage full of car fumes and dust and into the clean, sleek office building and jump at the chance when it is given to me.

I get off the elevator on the 18th floor and eventually find this office down a hall. This must be a new tenant because I've never heard of him before or have met him. I found his office and knocked on the closed door. "Come in," said a deep but friendly voice. I opened the door and walked in to find him, 50-something, gray hair, mustache and beard, in a what looks like an expensive business suit and tie sitting at his desk. All over the walls were all the university degrees and endorsements he got and a window on the side looks out over San Diego Bay.

"I was just dropping off something," I said as I walked over to him, then I laid the invoice on his desk.
"Thank you," he smiled, "you're Chris, right? Who works in the garage?"
"Yes," I answered, and I could feel him checking me out, I think he was staring at my ass and drooling. Many guys love my ass, some of my lovers say it is my best feature.
"You work hard around here and keep the place nice and clean," he complimented.
"Thank you."
"But I swear I know you from somewhere else?"
"Maybe," I answered, "I do a lot." I volunteer in a lot of community non-profits downtown, so it's not impossible he could have seen me somewhere else.