by Bo
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It had been nearly six weeks since the seminar in Phoenix. Granger had sworn me and the other eleven department heads to secrecy about the events that had takenplace. We were all looking forward to the re-organization without really knowing exactly we were anticipating. It was evident that change was in the air. The Facilities Department had been busy coordinating renovations and temporarily moving our offices to new locations within the building. From what little I could tell, it seemed like they were totally changing the way circulation worked throughout the building. All of this commotion only heightened our enthusiasm.
One day after work, the twelve of us scheduled an impromptu meeting in one of the newly completed conference rooms. Dan Ryan from Operations, Graham Baxter from Marketing, Tom Pullman from Accounting, Steve Giles from Systems and Ted Peters from Production were seated around the table when I arrived, all speaking in a very animated manner. They all kind of stopped talking as Andy Dixon from R&D and I walked in. "Look under the table," said Graham. I smiled as I saw what looked a kind of carpeted foxhole that was about a foot deep. "I can't wait to get this show on the road," said Steve, grinning while removing his shoes and placing his socked feet on the table. We all shook our heads happily in agreement. A couple of minutes later, Rick Johnson from Legal and Mike O'Neill from the Licensing & Patent Office walked in with John Hunt of Human Resources. Everyone burst out laughing when Evan White from Purchasing came in holding his shoes in his hand out at arms length and holding his nose with the other hand. We were all guessing the extent of the future changes when Fred Taylor from Facilities finally arrived.
He was immediately inundated with questions from all of us at once. I
called the meeting to order by pounding one of my shoes on the table. We then proceeded to grill Fred. As it turned out, he was given his orders directly from Granger every morning. Work never occurred in two contiguous spaces within the same week, consequently, Fred didn't have a clue as to what the Master Plan was, or the extent of the renovations. This prompted even more conjecture from the group, most of which seemed pretty outlandish. " All I know is that I can't wait to have these babies worshipped each and every day, all day," said Graham. With that he placed the most meaty pair of bare feet that I'd ever seen on the table with a loud plunk. He sat there wiggling his toes in a frenzy and grinning from ear to ear.
A week later, I arrived one morning to find that the desk in my temporary office had been raised up onto a platform about eighteen inches high. As I went around to the back of the desk, I saw the same foxhole type arrangement that we had all previously seen in the conference room. My chair had been fitted into special tracks which ran the length of the "foxhole" on either side. I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve, eagerly awaiting some fantastic unknown presents. Each day brought more physical changes to the layout of the building. I had to hand it to Granger, he certainly was bringing Varitech into the Twenty-First Century.
We twelve SVPs were summoned to a meeting with him one afternoon. We were handed a thirty or so page manual with the title "Support Staff." We looked at each other and grinned. Granger was looking quite pleased with himself by our apparent enthusiasm.
"Gentlemen, this is the outline of rules and regulations regarding the treatment of your future support staff. This is the classification that Malcolm Varitech came up with for those whose job it is to lie beneath your feet all day. This position is one of great importance as the theory goes that these men, if they're well trained and diligent, will instill in you such feelings of power and success that our company will be virtually unstoppable. I'd like you to carefully read this material and learn it thoroughly. Remember, those in the position of support are very necessary, qualified, and highly skilled individuals. They are professionals who must not be abused. They fully understand their rights and are anxiously waiting to assume their positions."
This new information certainly changed the tone in the room. All of us had been looking at this as some kind of a Fraternity hazing situation, getting to shove our sweaty feet in some guy's face all day long. The seriousness of our support staff, and the necessary improvement of company performance they were to promote was starting to sink in. We had several more sessions with Granger before we were introduced to our new staff members.
The following Monday, I arrived in my office at about 7:45 am to find Granger standing there with a very attractive slender blonde man.
"Gunnar, this is Chuck Rogers, Senior Vice President of Strategic Planning. Rogers, meet Gunnar Berg, your support staff. "After introducing us, Granger left. I couldn't believe my luck. Standing before me was a 6 foot earnest looking, blue eyed blonde, approximately 32 years old. He flashed a quick smile as he offered his hand. I was impressed with his grip, and our eyes met. The manual that Granger had given us instructed us to never have any type of conversation with our support. We were to get to know each other through touch only. Gunnar immediately removed his jacket, shirt and tie and hung them in the closet. He then got down on the floor and took his position under my desk.
Now that the long awaited day was here, I felt sort of foolish going through with this. It took me a good five minutes or so to get comfortable enough with the situation to remove my shoes and sit down. Once I planted my feet in Gunnar's face however, I could feel how receptive he was. As I sat there returning phone calls that had accumulated on Friday, I was amazed at how wonderful the sensation was to have this hunk massaging my feet with his face. He certainly was a pro. I had my secretary get lunch for me and ate it at my desk. I didn't want to move from my chair. He had this excellent move of nuzzling his nose under my toes and slightly moving his head in a small circular rotation. At several points throughout the day, he was fairly still. My feet got surprisingly warm resting on his face and I could feel the sweat starting to develop. Occasionally I would push back in my chair, using his face of course, to make sure that all was going well under there. I noticed that he was fully erect as I wheeled back from my desk. He just looked up at me and grinned. I had been slightly aroused all day and once I saw how much he apparently liked his job, I sprang to full attention. I quickly realized that I was going to need to wear only my suits that had pleated pants from now on.
As it was now just after 3pm, in accordance with guidelines outlined in the manual, I could now give him the signal to remove my socks. I did so by tapping my toes on his forehead twice. His ability to suck toes was truly awesome. I'd never felt such a stimulating yet simultaneously calming sensation. I've had many guys suck on my toes before but compared to the job that Gunnar was doing, the previous times felt like kids chewing on licorice. This guy certainly was a pro and clearly loving his job. I could hardly keep from touching myself and had to adjust in my chair several times. It continued on like this until I finished up my work at about 6:45. According to the policy outlined, when I wanted to leave I was to tap his forehead twice with my heel, which I did. He then kissed each of my
feet and quickly put my socks back on. I pushed back and put my shoes on and left for the day with an incredible tent in my pants. I met up with Mike and Rick on the way out and all we could do was grin at each other. We all had that glazed over look of ecstasy on our faces.
It was obvious that they were feeling the same way that I was -- really looking forward to getting to work tomorrow.
To Be Continued...
