The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... very lengthy heart to heart with her to make certain she was nothing like Freddie.

Freddie flushed and appeared a few seconds later, drying his hands on some paper towels.

"You know what, Mr. Chamberland," he said, smiling broadly, "You convinced me. I have decided to take the supervisor position after all."

I shook my head. "No way," I said, "That promotion is off the table."

His smile vanished. "Why?" he said. "I don't understand."

I wanted to say, 'Because you're an idiot,' but I felt that might sound a bit too harsh, so I thought a moment and said, "I just don't think you're the right fit for this position. It's nothing personal."

Freddie's face dropped even further. "Was it... was it something... something I said?"

The poor bastard looked like he was about to cry. It was every single damned thing he said, including not being able to pick a bathroom, but I felt bad for him.

"I'm sorry, Freddie," I said, "Maybe the next opening will be a better fit."

Suddenly, he stiffened up and clenched his fists, his expression becoming stern. "Is this because I'm gay?"

I let out a little chuckle, but suppressed my urge to laugh right in his angry face. Shaking my head, I said, "No, definitely not. Two of my closest friends in college were gay, Freddie. You're just not the right fit." I paused, thinking of a good reason to pin it on, and there were plenty, but a very inoffensive one came to mind, so I phrased it in the best way I could.

"You are a great ...

... guy, Freddie, thoughtful, good attention to detail, friendly and passionate." (Which was a lie, a huge lie, not true at all, and he had way too much misguided passion, but he seemed to be eating this bullshit right up.) "I just love how you stood up to me," I said, smiling and raising a clenched fist, wagging it, nodding at him and winking. (I absolutely hated how he had stood up to me!) Standing up, walking around my desk and putting my hand on his shoulder, I gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Standing up to me like that took hood spa!" (Standing up to me like that took a moron!) "It's just that... you divulged my secret to your friends." (Which I couldn't care less about.) I winced and let out a long sigh. "And, sadly, even though it was just a tiny breech of my confidence and you were just being honest with close friends..." I walked him out of my open office door into Maria's reception area. "I really need someone who... well... who isn't as loyal to their friends... and who just isn't as... as nice... as you are, Freddie."

"I don't have to be nice," he said.

I walked him faster through the reception office and toward the door. "You're a nice guy, Freddie. You can't change that, and I need someone who is a bit dumb and a bit of an asshole for this job. Sorry. You are not dumb and you are not an asshole." (I walked the dumb asshole right out my reception office's door.)

Freddie nodded. "Okay," he said, "I understand, Mr. Chamberland." He turned to face me and smiled. ...