Volunteer Position
By The Pen Is Mightier
thepenismightier09@gmail.com
Chapter 1: New Recruit
* * *“...then down to the left is where you’ll find the vending machine and coffee. Still with me?”
He briefly glanced backwards in my direction as he kept walking down the office corridor. I smiled my best smile and nodded my head. My heart was thumping and all I could think was how exciting this was. I was finally here!
This all started about a week ago. I was with my best friend Ava and happened to mention that I was glad to break up my boredom for the day. Ava’s a stay-at-home mom like me, and as soon as I mentioned being bored, her eyes lit up. She dove into talking all about this great nonprofit where she serves a couple days a week. One of her other friends who also volunteers there suggested it to her a while back, and she’d been hooked ever since.
“I’m telling you girl, this place is SO awesome,” she raved, getting so excited that she was hardly touching her salad as she continued describing the place. “Besides the fact that getting to serve is amazing, everyone is so, so nice! Seriously Bec, you should apply. You’d have so much fun there!”
Ava continued to gush about her experience volunteering, and I had to admit, she made a pretty compelling case. Apparently they only took volunteers through word-of-mouth, and I needed a referral link to apply. She promised to send me the link when she got home, and we finished our lunch chatting about kids, husbands, and a dozen other things.
Sure enough, a few minutes after I got home, Ava’s email arrived. I opened the link on my phone, and was directed to a page that asked if I had 30 uninterrupted minutes to complete my application. I selected yes, and instantly a video came up that started explaining the application process.
If I’m being honest, the video quality wasn’t very good—there was this blurred static that kept intermittently coming and going. Because of that, I kinda tuned out a lot of the video. As my mind wandered I realized that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to fill a few free days every week, and I was really hopeful they’d accept my application.
Finally, the video ended, and the application came up. It had all the standard questions—name, age, address, marital status, bra size—you know, the basics. I answered their questions, clicked submit, and crossed my fingers that they’d pick me.
Long story short, they accepted my application! After another low-grade video and a few questions about my availability, everything was settled. The following Wednesday I found myself walking with Jay, the Executive Director, as he showed me around the facility.
“Finally,” Jay announced, turning to face me as he neared the end of the hall, “these last two doors are where you’ll be spending most of your first several days with us. This first door is our training room. You’ll go in there in a minute. And this next door is my office. Let’s step in there, and go over some things before we get started.”
Jay opened the door to his office and I followed him in. It looked so nice! In the center of the room was a beautiful mahogany desk with a leather office chair for Jay and a super comfy-looking sofa for his guests on the other side. Tasteful art decorated the walls, and there was a hint of vanilla in the air. Having a seat in his office chair, Jay gestured toward the couch, and I quickly sat down.
“So, Rebecca Thorton,” he said, picking up a paper copy of my application from his desk and reading it. “It says here that you’re looking for a place to serve for two or three days a week. Oh, and it appears our lovely Miss Ava referred you. Very nice. I’ll have to thank her. What do you prefer to go by? Rebecca? Mrs. Thorton? Something else?” Jay smiled at me, and something about it made my heart skip a beat.
“Oh, most of my friends call me Becca,” I replied back.
“Wonderful, Becca. I know I have your application here in front of me, but why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, in your own words.”
Over the next few minutes, I told Jay all about my life. How I’d married my high school sweetheart, had two kids, and now with them in the first and second grades, I was bored being at home all day, and wanted to put my skills back to use. He told me more about his organization, how they secured funding for other nonprofits, and how important their office volunteers were to the process. It sounded like such amazing work, and I was so thankful they decided to let me be a part of it.
After a little more small talk, Jay led me over to the training room. Stepping inside, I realized that it was really more like a private theater. On the front wall was a massive projector screen. There were speakers in every corner, and about a half-dozen sofas spread around the room. Jay led me to the sofa nearest the screen.
“Now Becca, there are a bunch of training videos every new volunteer has to watch. I’ll apologize in advance for the quality. They’re not exactly Michael Bay material, but they get the job done. While you’re watching the videos, I’ll be right next door in my office. I start the videos from there, and I’ll pop over to check on you after each one is done. Sounds fair?”
“Yes sir!” I replied in my cheeriest tone. I made myself comfortable on the sofa, and Jay left the room. A moment later, the lights dimmed, the screen came to life, and a video welcoming me to the organization started playing.
I tried to focus on the video, I really did. But just like the videos I watched online, it was full of those blurry, static-like glitches, and I found my mind losing focus. As the narrator droned on, my thoughts started to wander. Some thoughts came and went so quickly I couldn’t even identify them. Others, like how lucky I was to be here, popped in and lingered for a few seconds. But eventually my mind got stuck thinking about Jay.
Jay was such a handsome man. Handsome, and powerful. I found myself repeating those words in my mind over and over as I pictured him. Handsome and powerful. Nobody was as handsome as Jay. He was also so powerful. Jay ran an entire organization. He had dozens of women who served under him, and dealt with millions of dollars every year. Jay was just the most handsome and powerful man there could be.
Those thoughts hadn’t even finished circling my mind when I was snapped back to reality by the lights coming up and the video ending. A moment later, Jay stepped into the room, and his presence nearly took my breath away. He had such a powerful air about him. The deep, almost predatory way he smiled at me all but commanded my attention.
If his powerful demeanor hadn’t grabbed my focus, his appearance certainly would have. The man was just handsome. I couldn’t help but compare him to my husband Ryan. Doing so, I realized that he definitely had Ryan beat hands down in the looks department, not that it mattered.
“Well, you made it through the first one. Do you need a break?” Jay asked with a smile.
“A break?” I asked him, before digging my phone from my purse to check the time. I’m pretty sure he saw my eyes bulge out as I realized over two hours had passed. How could that video have possibly been two hours long? It felt like maybe 30 minutes. Man, I really zoned out. I let Jay know that I didn’t need a break, and I’d like to dive into the next video right away.
“Good girl,” he replied, smiling. Normally, someone saying that sort of thing to me might feel demeaning, but coming from a powerful man like Jay, it just felt… right. I smiled at his words, and then he looked at the purse and phone I was still holding and frowned a little.
“You know, I should have said this before but I forgot. We usually don’t allow distractions in the training room.” My face turned red when I realized I’d already broken a rule. Jay must have noticed this, because he jumped right back in. “Oh, don’t worry. We don’t tend to hold little mistakes against our volunteers. But please, give me your phone and purse and I’ll bring it to my office while you watch the next video.”
Jay was so powerful that I knew I couldn’t argue. I stuffed my phone into the purse and handed it to him almost without thinking. He gave me his powerful smile again, and encouraged me to sit down as he left the room. I took a seat, and a few moments later, the lights dropped again as another video began.
As with the first video, between the dry content and the glitches, I just couldn’t hold my focus. While the narrator was covering something about internal memo formatting, I found my mind flipping through completely unrelated thoughts.
After a handful that went by too fast to really grasp, I started thinking about my outfit. I wore a business suit to the meeting today, one from before I quit working. It looked nice and very professional, but it didn’t seem like what most of the girls were wearing that I’d noticed. Most were in much cuter outfits. Low cut tops. Shorter skirts. It was still in the realms of professional, but so much sexier and flirtier than what I had on. I definitely needed to dress sexier tomorrow so I’d fit in.
Once I quit dwelling on my frumpy outfit, I once again started thinking about Jay. It was hard not to. He was so Handsome and powerful. And that was when I had an epiphany.
Handsome and powerful men turn me on. They really do. My brain homed in on that thought and put it on repeat. I was already barely paying attention to the video, but I completely lost track of time as my realization grew stronger that handsome, powerful men turned me on.
I thought about my husband again, and while I hated to admit it, I knew Ryan couldn’t hold a candle to Jay in terms of sexiness. Jay was just sexy, period. The sexiest man I knew. Probably the sexiest man I’d ever seen. Just like my previous thoughts, this one swirled in my head on repeat. I was so lucky to serve under such a sexy man.
I was deep into fantasizing some pretty unwholesome things I’d like to do to Jay when the video ended and the lights came back up, bringing me back to reality. A moment later Jay stepped through the door, and I swear, my heart nearly stopped. I mean, I knew he was sexy—I spent most of the video thinking about it. It’s just that until that moment, I hadn’t stopped to really look at him. And when I did—damn.
“Well, you survived video number two,” Jay quipped. “Since that one didn’t do you in, we’ll just have to subject you to more tomorrow!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his joke. God, even the way he joked was sexy. I really was lucky to serve under him. But something he said bothered me.
“What do you mean tomorrow?” I asked him.
“You are coming in tomorrow, aren’t you?” Jay asked, and I nodded. “Good, because we still have a lot of training videos to work through. But for now, it’s nearly 2:30, which was when you said you needed to leave on your availability form.”
“Oh, OH! Right!” I exclaimed, realizing what he’d been talking about. “Man, time flies with those videos. Yeah, I’ll be back tomorrow, just as soon as the kids are off to school, and we can pick this up again.” Butterflies swirled in my stomach the whole time I spoke. It was almost intimidating being around someone as powerful and sexy as Jay.
“Why don’t we head back into my office so you can grab your purse, and we’ll get you on your way.” With that, Jay started toward the door, and I almost jumped up to follow him.
Once in his office, Jay grabbed my purse off my desk and handed it to me. As he did, I caught him checking out my tits. I couldn’t help myself, and thrust them out a little with a deep breath. I really wish I’d dressed sexier. A man like Jay deserves a better view. With my purse in hand, I couldn’t help myself and I gave Jay a big hug.
“Thanks for taking me onboard.” I said as we embraced. Jay’s arm’s wrapped around me, and felt so good to be this close to him. So good, and so right. It felt so great that I probably would have kept on hugging forever, except I suddenly realized that Jay had a growing bulge beginning to push against my abdomen. When I realized what was going on, my eyes grew wide. Judging by the growing lump in his pants, Jay had to be HUGE.
I wanted to keep hugging him, to feel him against me longer, but I knew how wrong that was. He was forbidden fruit. I was happily married. I pulled back from the hug, looking Jay in the eyes. My eyes momentarily drifted down to his lips, realizing how utterly kissable they were, but once again, I reminded myself nothing could happen, so I just smiled back at him.
“Very good,” Jay said. “Well, do you need me to show you to the door, or can you find your way?” I could have found my way, but I decided to ask him to bring me to the front anyway, since it gave me a few more moments with him. We chatted a bit on our way out, and as I left I heard him calling one of the other volunteers to come down to his office. Lucky girl.
Once the kids were in bed that night, I practically pounced on Ryan in our bedroom. I had so much pent up sexual energy that I just needed to get out. In an instant, my clothes were off and I was on my yankees, slurping Ryan’s cock. Ryan was in heaven—I rarely gave blowjobs. But tonight, I just kept thinking about Jay’s bulge, and as I bobbed up and down on my husband’s shaft I imagined it was Jay’s, driving me wild.
Within a minute, Ryan was coming down my throat and moaning about the best blowjob ever, but I still wanted more. Pushing him onto the bed, I straddled his face, and let him eat me to an orgasm as his cock slowly stiffened once again.
Once he was at full hardness, I rolled onto the bed, and he climbed on top of me. As his cock pushed into my folds, I pictured it was Jay’s cock instead of Ryan. It was so hot. As Ryan fucked me hard, I didn’t realize how far into my fantasies I was until I almost slipped up, moaning “Oh J...” before catching myself and finishing, “...just fuck me harder.”
Fortunately Ryan just thought I was stuttering in bliss, and kept pounding my pussy. In a few moments he came, and picturing Jay spewing his seed deep inside me, I did too. We spent the rest of the night cuddling together naked, and as I drifted to sleep, I knew I couldn’t wait to go back in to volunteer tomorrow.