1. Doing More then the Job Description


    Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: lovelyvampire, Source: LushStories

    I worked for a graphic designer in the Upper West side of Manhattan. I was working on going to school to become one myself. I was in my second year, and had gone to a Vocational High School, and majored in Graphic Communications. I made sixteen dollars an hour, and did little designs here and there for small companies around the city. I had gained a spot on the team, not officially a graphic designer, but doing what they do. I’d been working for this company for eight months and was doing my best not to be swallowed up. My goal was to be designing logos and doing things for huge corporations. I had to work my way up; I had to prove that I was worthy of it all. My coworkers were usually assholes. They were snobby and often thought they were better than everyone else. I had a few good acquaintances, but there wasn’t anyone I was overly close with. My boss, his name was Andre. He was my chocolate bar. I could lick him all up. He was very attractive. He was 6’3 or so, and had such an amazing body. Now, I mean he had an awesome personality; was definitely a great boss, but who gives a fuck about that when all you want to do, is swallow his cock. God I’d love to see that cock. I started work at half past eight, and was there until six or seven depending on how busy we were. Often I was the last to leave, finishing up extra things around the office. All to prove I was worthy of working here, and getting some extra projects. Tonight was a much later night. It was a quarter past ...
    eight, and I was still designing the dress of a cartoon princess in Adobe Illustrator. I was tired and had been going all day. Mostly everyone in our floor had left, taking the beautiful night as an opportunity to bail on the work that needed to be done. It was Andre, myself, and the custodial staff. Andre had been figuring out a client’s request. The client had changed what he wanted four times, and we were all waiting for the fifth. He had the patience of a saint which is slightly ironic, because I’m sure saints wouldn’t do half of what I wanted to do with him. He stayed calm and collected, very seldom getting angry. He did his job exceptionally well. I was removing points from my Illustrator design when my phone buzzed. I looked down at it and saw my fiancés name followed by his text message. “Everything all right? You’re usually home by now.” I wasn’t supposed to text in the office, but I knew I wouldn’t get in trouble. I quickly replied: “Yeah, everything’s good. Finishing up a project. Taking longer than expected. Love you Xx.” My phone buzzed a moment later, reading ‘Okie dokes, I love you too’, followed by a makeshift heart, you know the one with the three and the silly math sign. I smiled at my phone, and looked back at my Mac OS computer. I saved my work, before continuing once more. As I was adding the stroke color to the dress, Andre walked over to my desk. He sat on the edge of it, and looked over my design. “Good job,” he said with a smile that made me blush. “Thank ...
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