The Coffee Shop Pt. 02

Chapter 4. Climbing The Ladder

Monday morning finally arrived, and with it the start of another work week. As much as I disliked going to work on a Monday morning, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I rode the bus to work. After all, it had been a most enjoyable weekend, to say the least. Best of all I know that I'd be having another night like the last one with Doug again, sometime soon. It was a wonderful thought to brighten my day.

Work was normal for a Monday morning, except that my boss Phil kept looking at me with a sort of funny expression on his face. He wasn't exactly sad, but more like disappointed. I guess you could call it the kind of expression that a little kid has when he finds out that you've just bought his favorite toy, but that he has to share it with his little brother or sister.

Incidentally, I should mention that Phil is one of my regulars. I super-hypnotized him about three years ago, during my annual worker review when things were not going very well. Since then though we have had an excellent relationship. Phil is my devoted and obedient slave whenever I want him to be, and he has a much better attitude about me too. Phil is well built, handsome, and looks very good in a suit and tie. He has a nice body, and a tight, smooth, well defined ass. Add to that a handsome face, with boyish good looks (and the man is at least 38), comprised of jet black hair, a full mustache, and clear smoke gray eyes, and I think you get the picture. But, Phil is married, and has been for at least ten years, but that doesn't stop him from wanting me to hypnotize him. You see, when I first super-hypnotized Phil, I made sure that he'd enjoy it and that he'd never ask me to hypnotize him. Rather that he would always wait for me to initiate a session. This a much safer approach in an office environment. In the three years that I've been hypnotizing Phil, I've continued to enjoy touching and feeling his body, but we've never had sex. It just would not be 'right' to screw the boss. I do have to work with the man after all.

Phil didn't say anything to me all morning. I had decided to go outside for lunch since the weather was so nice, so I didn't see Phil then either. Still, something was up. Phil just was not acting like his normal self. I tried to ignore Phil's occasional glances at me and get on with my work, but it wasn't easy.

The next morning, Tuesday, Phil was doing it again. He would just look at me funny and then continue on with his work when he saw that I was looking at him. I'd had enough of this, and decided that if Phil didn't tell me what was going on, I'd find out from him, one way or the other. At 11 AM, Phil called me into his office and told his secretary to hold all his calls.

"Paul, please make yourself comfortable," Phil said to me as he ushered me into his office.

I chose a chair across from his chair at his desk and sat down. I waited as I knew Phil would speak when he was ready. "I have some news, which I'm sure will make you happy," he began as he smiled at me. "You've been selected to take over the contracts review department from Sally Silverstone. She's taken a position overseas, and after some discussion it was decided to offer you this position if you are interested. My boss, Mr. Lawson, needs to know your decision before the end of the day. I am sorry to put pressure on you to decide, but the contracts review department can't be left unmanned for more than a few days. I'm sure you are aware of that since you did a nine month internship there about a year ago."

"I'm flattered," I replied. "But why me? I'm not on the management track. I've never once suggested to you that I wanted to move up the corporate ladder."

"True, " Phil replied. "But your record speaks for itself. You were the person behind the file structure reorganization that helped to improve things in the department when you worked there, and everyone in that department seems to like you. Besides, Paul, it's time you moved on. You can't work here forever, you know. Much as I'd like to have to you stay here working with me, it's time you considered moving on."

I just sat there and tried to absorb the information that Phil was giving me. Three years. It had taken three long hard years, but finally I was getting a promotion. I had the chance head up my own department. For the first time I would be 'in charge' of a group of people. It was both thrilling and scary at the same time. I did not have any real worries, though, as far as managing my new subordinates was concerned. I always had my super-hypnosis to help me should it ever become necessary. I thought about it for a few more minutes, and realized that I was getting too comfortable in my current job. It wasn't as challenging as it has been three years ago, and I felt as if I was just moving along in cruse control, sort of like I was on auto pilot, instead of tackling new problems and challenges head on. Looked at in that way, I guess I needed a change.

"I don't need any more time to think about it , Phil," I said to him. "The answer is yes. My only questions are when do I start, and how much of a pay increase might I expect."

"Tomorrow, if at all possible," Phil replied. "As for the pay, it works out to about 25% more than what you are making now, which is about what I make. Incidentally, you'll be at the same management level as I am. Welcome to the club." Phil took up and held out his hand to shake mine.

I stood up and shook Phil's hand firmly, as he congratulated me. "Phil, how about we celebrate my promotion?" I asked him.

"Sure, I'll have my secretary book us a table at the restaurant of your choice." Phil said.

"Well, that would be nice, but I had something different in mind. How about you come over to my apartment this evening and I hypnotize you for a few hours?" I asked him.

"Really?" Phil asked, as his whole face lit up with the possibility of another hypnosis session with me. "That would be wonderful. You haven't hypnotized me in nearly two weeks and I really miss it. How about 7 PM, if that's not too early? My wife is still out of town visiting her mother and won't be back until next Monday. The kids are all off at some weekend camping trips with the Cubs and Scouts and Guides, so I'm on my own for the rest of this week."

"Seven would be find, Phil," I assured him.

"What should I wear?" Phil asked as a puzzled expression crossed his face. "I know you like seeing me in suit & tie but you didn't tell me which one you wanted to see me in."

"Surprise me for a change, Phil," I grinned at him. "I'm sure that whatever you wear will be just fine."

"Okay,' Phil replied as he smiled at me, and then winked. "I'll come up with something I'm sure you'll like."

"I know you will, Phil," I said to him. "I'd better get to work on cleaning up my desk and getting ready for the move."

I turned and left Phil's office and headed off to my desk to try and clear out as much of my current work as I could before I moved over to my new office. The rest of Tuesday went by very quickly.

"Ding . Dong." The doorbell rang. It was 7 PM and Phil was right on time. I walked over to the door of my apartment and smiled as I thought of the fun I was going to have with Phil tonight. I didn't bother to look through the peephole and check out who was there as I expected it to be Phil. No surprise there.

Boy was I wrong.

The sight that greeted me when I opened the door was something else, and completely unexpected. It was Phil, but not a Phil that I recognized at first. The man was gorgeous. He was slim, and just slightly muscular. He wore a bright red plaid western shirt, with a bright red bandanna tied around the neck. Add to that a medium brown Stetson hat, and a pair of killer skin tight light blue jeans. The dark brown wide leather belt and its accompanying huge belt buckle were totally unnecessary. There was no way those jeans were going to fall down. They looked like they were clinging to that body, from the waist down, as if they were in love with it. The only way to get those jeans off would be to peel them off. (All in all, not a bad idea, I thought to myself. ). When I could finally wrench my eyes away from staring at the crotch of those jeans where a very large and very long bulge was evident, I notice that the legs of the jeans ended above a pair of dark brown cowboy boots. When I said surprise me, he'd really done that. I didn't even know that he HAD a cowboy outfit after all these years of hypnosis with him. Once I got over the shock of seeing him like that, I finally said to him, "Hello there, stranger. New in town?" "Yup," Phil drawled in his best imitation of a Texas accent. "Just want to tie up my horse to your hitching post for a couple of hours, is all."

"Just as long as you leave your horse out there, 'Tex', " I said to him as I smiled. "Congratulations, by the way, you really surprised me."

"I aim to please," Phil replied as he walked into my apartment. "Mind if I hang this in the closet? I don't want it to get wrinkled," Phil asked as he swung a garment bag out from behind his back.

"Sure ," I replied. "Why the suit, though?"

"Insurance in case you didn't like the jeans," Phil replied. "I brought my favorite suit."

He had to be kidding about those jeans though. As Phil walked over to put the garment bag, and the suit it contained in the closet, I was getting a wonderful view of his ass in those jeans. I'm a butt man, and I was enthralled and entranced. Those jeans might have looked tight from the front, but from the back there was no question. Phil had his wallet in the right back pocket of his jeans and it was clear that those jeans were hugging his ass for all they were worth. He didn't seem to have any problem walking, though. I could hear him sigh with pleasure as he passed me. Those jeans were snuggled against his butt, his crotch and his cock and he was loving it. The spell I was under was broken when Phil eventually sat down in a chair by the sofa. I had followed close behind him as he'd walked into the living room. I did not want that ass out of my sight for even a second. I blinked a few times as I came back to my senses and then I ask him. "So what do you feel like doing tonight?"

"Hypnosis is fine with me," Phil replied. "Put me under, please, and we'll take it from there."

"My feet are hot," I said to Phil. His reaction was immediate and total. His eyes closed, and his head nodded forward. He slumped down in the chair as his body relaxed while he went down very deeply into a state of hypnosis. In only a few seconds he was sitting there slumped in the chair breathing easily and evenly with a big smile on his face.

"How do you feel, Phil?" I asked him.

"Great, sir!" He replied quickly and simply. "I'm so glad to be hypnotized by you again, sir. It seems like forever since I've felt this good. My cock is wonderfully hard and I can feel it pushing against my jeans. It's a great feeling, sir."

"That's good to hear, Phil," I said to him. "So go even deeper now, and you'll feel yourself getting even harder and you'll start feeling yourself getting turned on more and more and feeling more and more sexy. It's okay to go ahead and moan with pleasure when you feel yourself getting very, very horny. So just sit there and feel yourself going deeper with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take, Phil" Phil sighed a few times and smiled a bit as he sat there, slumped in the chair. It was only a few moments later that he started to moan out loud. He was shifting around in the chair and his hands were twitching and slowly moving towards his crotch.

"Phil," I said to him. "Go lie down on the sofa and keep your hands away from your crotch and your hot and hard cock. Lying there on the sofa, Phil, you will feel yourself become ten times more aroused than you are now, and the longer you lie there the closer you will feel yourself getting to an orgasm. But, as always, you cannot shoot your load until I give you permission. Oh, and leave your cowboy hat on the chair."

"Yes, sir," Phil replied, as he stood up, took off his cowboy hat, placed in on the chair behind him and walked over to the sofa. He quickly lay down on the sofa, made himself comfortable and closed his eyes. His arms were lying at his sides, but they were tense. He was forcing himself to keep his arms at his sides. In only a few heartbeats Phil was moaning with pleasure again. I walked over to stand beside Phil. I looked at him lying there and just licked my lips devouring him with my eyes. I knelt down beside him and slowly I reached out and placed my right hand on top of the huge bulge in Phil's jeans, and then I slowly moved my hand up and down the length of that bulge.

"Do you like this Phil?" I asked him. (Okay, so it was a really dumb question to ask, but I couldn't help trying to stretch out the moment.)

"Oh yes sir!' Phil cried with joy. "I can feel your hand on my cock and how you are moving your hand around. It's so wonderful! Please, sir, whatever you do, don't stop!" Phil's eyes popped open and he looked up at me and tried his best to smile in between the groans and moans of pleasure. As I pressed just a bit harder on his cock, Phil's eyes swung around and looked at his crotch where my hand was slowly tracing the outline of that steel rod of his. He could not take his eyes off the sight and his moans became more and more intense.

"Uhm, sir," Phil spoke between moans. "I....I....have to cum very badly sir. Please sir, will you let me cum soon? I don't see a towel around here sir, and I'll need time to go and get one before I cum."

"Yes, I can see that you are on the edge, Phil," I spoke softly to him. "You're enjoying it a lot. I can see that. You won't need a towel this time, though, Phil. For just this one time Phil, when you hear and see me snap my fingers you will cum like you've never come before. You brought extra underwear with you, didn't you Phil?"

"Yes, sir, I did," Phil managed to say. "I brought silky boxers to wear with the suit. I have just plain jockeys on under my jeans. Oh God, sir, please let me cum! I'm begging you sir. Really I am!"

"You don't look like you are begging to me, Phil," I told him. "But that is okay, I think I believe you."

Phil just lay there for a few seconds and then he turned his head and looked up at me. He sat up on the sofa, and gently brushed my hands away from the crotch of his jeans, looking at me with a sad and pained expression on his face. Quickly he stood up and walked over to the chair where his cowboy hat was, and he put it back on his head. He stood there, and ran his hands down the front of his body, from his chest down past his belt and on down to the fly of his jeans which he rubbed a few times, smiling all the while. "Sir,' he said in a very small and quiet voice. "Please come here and stand in front of me."

I was more curious and pleased, rather than upset, that Phil was doing something on his own. I liked it when he occasionally surprised me. I quickly walked over to where he was standing by the chair and took up a position only a foot or so in front of him. Phil immediately dropped to his knees with his arms dangling by his side. Kneeling there in front of me, he looked up at me and pleaded. "Sir, I am on my knees before you. I am begging you in the only way that I know. Sir, PLEASE, let me cum! I know that I can do only what you will have me do, but sir, I feel like I am going to explode. I feel like I will cum soon anyway. I....I...I...don't WANT to do that sir, but I don't think I can hold back much longer. I don't want to fail you, sir, but I AM only human."

Oh, this was more delicious than I could have ever hoped. Phil was doing this on his own, without a specific suggestion or order from me, and that made it all the more sweet. "Stay where you are Phi, and prepare yourself for the most outrageous orgasm you have ever had." I knelt down beside him and placed my hands on the big bulge that was his throbbing cock. I could feel it move and twitch as I gently moved my fingers across its length.

"Oh, GOD, SIR! You are torturing me! I am dancing on the edge, sir! I know I'm not worthy, but for God's sake sir, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!!!!" Phil shouted.

"At the count of three, Phil, you will cum. Right in the jeans that you are wearing.," I said to him. His eyes lit up and his face broke into a smile as he heard my words

Then his expression changed to one of wonder as he started to whisper to himself, "I'm going to cream in my jeans. I have no choice but to obey. I'm going to cream in my jeans....." Phil seemed amazed at the thought of doing this. I can only guess it was because he'd never done such a thing before.

"One," I said. That wrenched Phil's attention back to the matter at hand. He let out a long and loud moan of pleasure, as he suddenly rushed closer to shooting his load.

"Two," I said.

"Three! Oh, God, three! Please say three! I can't stand it any longer, sir!" Phil whined at me.

"Three!" I said softly, and snapped my fingers.. "OH GOD YES!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!" Phil screamed. (He made a lot of other sounds, but I can't begin to try and type them down as words. Let's face it, you HAD to be there.) Both of my hands were covering Phil's enormous cock, so I felt the warmth and wetness spread out from the tip of Phil's cock and cover nearly the entire left side of his jeans. Phil's muscles were locked tight as he bucked and pressed strongly against me, all the while continuing to shoot his load and scream with unbridled pleasure. He must have been saving this up for a very long time since he seemed to produced a gallon of cum. I could smell it as the waves of cum soaked his jeans. It even started to run down the inside of his left leg and pool at the knee. I gently pressed downward on Phil's cock as he continued to wiggle and squiggle in ecstasy. Finally after about five minutes Phil started to relax and to calm down. Suddenly his entire body when limp and he fell forward on top of me. I barely reacted in time to catch him. His body seemed much heavier than before, but maybe that was because it was as limp as overcooked spaghetti. I slowly and carefully lowered Phil's limp and unresisting body to the carpet and rolled him on his back. He was smiling and breathing easily.

"Feeling good, Phil?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. "What are you going to do now?"

"Mmmmm, yes, sir," he whispered. "Thank you, sir. I can do only what you tell me to, sir. After what you just did for me, I would do anything you say, sir. It is such an honor and a privilege to serve you, sir."

"Yes, that's exactly right, Phil," I said to him. "Now you just lie there and open your eyes and watch what happens. I'm sure you will enjoy it. In fact Phil, you'll find that it will make you feel very good."

Once Phil's eyes were open, and watching me carefully, I started to do something that I'd wanted to do for a long time. A very long time. I slowly and carefully ran my hands over Phil's body from his boots to the top of his head. His cowboy hat had fallen from his head when he had shot his load. I looked around and saw it lying nearby on the carpet. I paid it no mind as I had more important matters to attend to. Fortunately for me, Phil was wearing a 'Wrangler' western shirt which is done up using snaps instead of buttons. I smiled in anticipation. I took a firm hold on either side of his shirt near the collar and pulled strongly. His shirt open easily in a smooth even motion from the first snap below his neck to the last one just above his jeans. I pushed his shirt out of the way and placed my hands on his exposed chest and stomach and started to run my hands over his skin. The look on Phil's face as I did this could only be described as 'delighted'. He was grinning and nodding his head 'yes' as I explored the front of his body with my hands.