I suck deeply on the cigar, lean forward and drop the ash onto one boot, the one he had neglected, he waits, saliva pooling in his mouth so bad he has to swallow.. I know how bad he needs to clean the boot, make them shine again. I nod, once and he scampers back down to lick the ash off the boot, savouring the flavour, looking up at me to make sure I see his work. His job done, I stand him up, show him to his pile of clothes and watch as he dresses, his cock still hard behind his tight white and occasionally gray underwear. His suit covering up the bruises of our previous scenes, and the white undershirt covering my bootprint on his chest, I watch as he buttons his blue shirt, my favourite one that he wears on the days he knows I have plans for him. He waits then, eyes down and hands clasped behind his neck for inspection. I tie his tie for him, because he never does it right, and finish my cigar, ashing it one last time into his mouth. dropping the butt into the ashtray next to my chair. I look at my watch and smile, and take him by the hair, kissing him roughly and stepping back. I seat him behind his desk and leave his office, back to the mailroom smiling, the boys can never work out why it takes me so long to deliver mail to the CEO.