Shawn Moore owns a very exclusive gay recruitment agency, hiring personal staff members for very special and particular Hollywood clients. His interview process is also very unique to say the least.
When Kyle arrives looking for more than an interview for a vacancy for an enclosed water and pumping system maintenance manager, pool boy that is, he gets far more than he ever expected and also gets a job he didn’t even know he wanted, but which Shawn thinks he may be perfectly suited for.
All does not run smoothly in the world of exclusive recruitment, though, and Shawn gets more than he bargained for in conducting staff appraisals and following up on a surprise resignation.
I slapped the sofa cushion next to me.
“Come, sit here, Kyle,” I said in a friendly voice and smiled at Kyle, who seemed paralyzed, shaking but immovable. I slapped the cushion again.
“Uh. Uh, I . . . I’m here for . . . for an interview—the job. Uh . . .”
“That’s right, Kyle. No need to be shy. From your application we feel you have the right qualifications for the position we are filling. It was a big field and a tough choice, but you made it this far. Now we need to determine, in person, how suitable you really are. If you do well here today we will put you on the short list, which we’ll present to your potential employer. Then it’s up to him to pick out any applicants he wants to meet personally.”
At least Kyle was still with me. That was a good sign. He was still standing near the door, which showed a lack of assertiveness, but that was also a good sign. The potential employer and I were not looking for much assertiveness.
“Uh . . . um, suitable. I . . . my CV . . .”
“Your CV is very good, Kyle. The science degree is great, very relevant, and your sports success, particularly at swimming, is just what we want. The photo is another reason, of course, and I have to say it did not lie. You are one good-looking young guy.”
“Photo? Oh . . .”
“Come on, Kyle. Time to sit here so we can get down to business.” I slapped the cushion yet again and smiled what I like to think is my friendliest, most reassuring smile. I needed to move things along. Move Kyle along or get him out of my office. Not being assertive was one thing; not being willing to obey instructions from the man in charge was another. No one got to the next stage if they couldn’t obey my instructions.
Kyle tentatively stepped over and sat down on the sofa, as far from me as he could. Still looking away from me. I just slid closer to him, squashing him between my body and the sofa arm. He was shaking badly; I could feel it.
“So, Kyle.” I moved a hand to his crotch and had a feel. He seemed to levitate a foot off the sofa. “You ever see a naked man with a hard-on before, Kyle? You ever have another man see you naked with a hard-on?”
