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Vladislav Gerasimov 🇧🇬

PERSONAL ASSISTANT

At the age of 29 you finally get a managerial position in the large company where you’ve been working for the last few years. It was almost a week ago but you still haven’t found an assistant. Now you was waiting for an interview with another applicant, the third for today. This one had pretty good recommendations and had already worked in the same branch. The security guy from downstairs has already let him in, so he had to be in you office in a moment.

You skimed over his CV again: Vladislav Kovačev, 25 years old, native language — Bulgarian.

*Knock, knock!

— “Yes, come in!” — you stood up from your chair to greet him and introduce yourself.

The door opened and he entered the room.

A tall muscular young man in white tight shirt that showed his huge biceps and forearms, blue suit vest and tie of the same colour. He had buzz cut black hair and short beard. His grey eyes and a smirk on his face shone with confidence.

“Hi! Vladislav Kovačev, but you can call me Vlado”, — he starts the conversation in his deep voice with a note of East European accent and reach your hand for a handshake, — “thank you for inviting me to this interview”.

“Mm, yeah. Thank you for coming here today”, — you answered trying to take your lightly trembling voice under control. He grabed your hand enclosing it with his much bigger one and slightly pressed. You knew this trick. Men use it to unconsciously establish the dominance, but it was unnecessary... You already knew he was the alpha in this room.

You offer him a chair and turn back to your place. After that your start the interview as you always do it. The only difference is, this time you had to make an affort to stay in a leading position. You felt how intimidated you were simply by his presence, he didn’t even have to do or say anything.

***

After twenty minutes of asking him and answering his questions you already knew you’re going to hire him. Actually you knew that at the moment as he started speaking. You just couldn’t stay against his alpha confidence.

“So, Mr. Kovačev, actually I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t hire you. Your file was appealing even before the interview and you’ve managed to confirm my thoughts. Therefore I’m glad to welcome you in our company”, — you stood up to congratulate him and reached for his hand. As he grabed your hand to give you his second firm handshake for today, you felt that all that time during the interview you had rock hard bulge in your trousers. And Vlado noticed it.

“Thank you! And I see you are even more excited to have me here around you”, — he gave that sexy half-smile, released your small hand and went around the table to you.

“So you are just a small faggot that likes my muscles, aren’t you?”, — he pushed you in the chest making you fall down in your chair. You weren’t able to say anything. You knew that was wrong and you still was the ‘boss’ here. But at the same time you knew, he was the one in charge.

“Stand up!” — he ordered and you immediately obeyed his command. He grabbed your face and looked directly in your eyes full of fear, — “Now, go make me coffee and then prepare all papers!”.

As you came back with a cup of coffee, he was already sitting in your chair, or better to say in his chair, since it, as well as the whole office, is his now, everything you own is his property now.

“I almost forgot. Your wallet and keys. Here on the table, NOW! And your phone. I have to be sure I’m the only one in control of your online banking and your communication”, — he set parental control on your smartphone, so he can see all your activities. After that you made all documentation ready and you both signed it. Now he was officially hired as your personal assistant and you was sure he will make you work more efficiently so nobody had questions about an assistant that doesn’t do any work but still get paid. Otherwise you will be punished...

“Now you can go in reception and take an assitant table to do all you work there. That is your place now”.

“Yes, Sir!”, — you bowed you head and left the room.

Vladislav Gerasimov. IG: @vladogerasimov