Lesser than little
Flashback
It was the first day of October 2014 and my new job offer just landed.
I had applied for "any vacant post" in a recruitment firm and when contacted, I told the the personnel manager that I was in for any job. She had given me a sarcastic response but I didn't flinch. I was broke and bored at home. I needed to get away from my overly protective parents and bossy siblings, especially Florence, my step sister who is just about three years older than me but keeps toasting me about like a common slave. Even the devil loved the way I hated Florence.
The morning of the proposed interview came with mixed emotions; anxiety and excitement. The interview was scheduled in a residential estate and I was sure there was no office there. The personnel manager of Next Up Ventures, Agnes had given me the interview details and promised to lead the way to the venue and this also increased the blood rate in my veins.
Agnes had this body form of a super model under an African skin with full breasts and curvy ass. Our first meeting didn't end well because I ran out of words when she couldn't stop questioning me.
"What is your name? Where are you from ? What is your qualification? Do you have any allergies? Are you married?....... " I wasn't focused on her words but I found myself staring directly at her moving lips. Thoughts and fantasies came rushing back at me as my eyes travelled from her face to her chest and back. The same 'major distraction' would be showing me to my new place of service.
The sun was high up now and I could hear the birds sing their lovely songs to thank their creator a bright day.
Dressed up in a T-shirt and tie tucked inside a pair of black plain trousers, I felt uneasy under my costumes but still had to step out with the dress code to appear official before my interviewer.
Florence was taking shelter in front of the pool house and she couldn't hold her amusement as she laughed uncontrollably at my awkward dressing. I managed to ignore her but she shot harder at me from her resting point.
"Hey kiddo, where are you going dressed like an underpaid village school head master? " She had asked. Florence was saucy and there was no disputing that fact.
"I am in a hurry, Big Sis, I need to meet up an appointment. " I responded, walking swiftly towards the gate.
"At least you don't have to fill your shirt with sweat before you get roasted by the ranging heat. My advice? Go back inside and change into something more attractive. No girl would sit on a table with you dressed this way. Yuk!! I would never even go out with a guy like even if you were the last male alive anyways. And if you are thinking of getting a job this way, it may work. Yes, you will get one probably in the waste management company. You disgust me......" I couldn't wait to hear the rest of her piercing insults as I dashed out of the gate.
I could have driven any car from the garage but who would employ me if I looked so rich? What if the job never worked out? No,I was not ready to return to my family ,especially Florence. That bitch was a bone hung in my gullet.
Luckily for me, Agnes came in the company's car. I could tell from her facial expressions that my dressed sense was totally ridiculous but it was for the best of my interest so I kept calm as we drove through the busy city and saw ourselves in front of a wealthy-looking gate. Agnes blew the horn and the gate rolled to the left for us to drive through.
Right before me was a mansion slightly more luxurious than ours and the environment had more expensive decorations. In conclusion, this family must be richer than my overly protective family.
"You will be working in here. I do not know what you would be doing, but this would be your first job placement unit." With those words of uncertainty, Agnes stepped out the car and I scrabbled behind her dangling backside whose sight eased my tension.
"My name is Stephen Nwosu, I am a graduate of Business administration from the University of Port Harcourt. I am 26 years old and I'm a human" I ended the introduction, glancing round the paradise called sitting room. Agnes was sitting next to me, with her eyes on me all through the interview. The interview was a beautiful lady, probably in her early forties who later turned out to be Mrs. Lawson, the madam of the house. Sitting next to her was another 'slay mama' who didn't pay any attention to our discussion as she busied herself with her phone.
At the end of the day, Barrister Maryann Lawson, as she preferred told me she didn't have a job for someone with Masters degree in her house, but she would check if any of her husband's offices had job openings.
"Ma, emm.... Just employ me. Forget the academic qualifications and fix me anywhere as anything please. I will do anything. Just give me a chance... " I pleaded almost crawling on a knee. Agnes added some words and Mrs. Lawson obliged.
"Fine, I see that you really need the money. Just hang around. I will check where your services can be put to good use. But for now, Edidiong will show you to your quarters. You can go home and pack a few clothes. Oh.. Sorry, I assume you don't have much anyway, you can just stay, Bola will get you fixed up. " she said as she walked up the steps away and the younger damsel followed immediately without taking a second look at me and Agnes.
For the first time in forever, Agnes gave me a handshake and said "congratulations. You got the job. Although I can't tell exactly the nature of the job, but I will be checking on you. Remember our percentage. I guess you have people that would attend to your immediate need." She ended with a sly smile as she looked directly at my crotch and then at the two ladies standing quietly as if waiting on a king. They must be Edidiong and Bola, I said in my head and my guess was so damn accurate.
Agnes waved me goodbye and left. I quietly followed the ladies who were my colleagues now to wherever they would take me. I got a job, yes, I was free from my mom's protection, my dad's undefined pride and lectures and ultimately free from Florence my step sister. Whatever function I had to perform in this house, I was ready, that was a promise.
The 'quarter' as Mrs. Lawson had earlier was a well furnished, first class bedroom and anyone would feel comfortable here. Although it wasn't as fitting as mine back home, this room was perfect for any 'staff'. I took my time to inspect the room, the bathroom and the wardrobe. Everything was perfect.
"You will be staying here for now, you will join the family at the dinning room at all meals. The rules in this house is just one, O-B-E-D-I-E-N-C-E. Obey your bosses, which from the top rank is Barrister Maryann Lawson, the wife of our boss, the second in command is her daughter, Princess Evelyn Lawson, then all the staffs based on seniority in position and date of employment. Consequently, you should obey everyone in this house because you are the least and newest staff for now. Do you have any question?" The first lady finished up.
"Yes. My only question is what should I call you?"
"Bolaji or simply Bola" she replied calmly. I smiled at her and the other, who must be Edidiong.
"Some clothes will be delivered to you shortly. For now, feel comfortable" Bola said and I was already enjoying my workplace.
"Thank you" I told them as they strolled out of the room.
In my head, Mrs. Lawson had a good taste when it came to staffing too. What I saw behind Bola and Edidiong rhymed with what they had in front and the view of both forms daily would ease any work stress.
Making it an easy job here would mean inhad to redesign myself into this house filled with beauties and still had to master keeping my already awakening dick in my shorts, this would be to my own advantage. But how long could I be a good man?