It wasn’t until the third day on the job that I visited this out of the way bathroom in the rear side of the building. As an employee of one of the city’s elite temporary job agencies, I had been in most of the office buildings in the small downtown area. There was the 15 story bank building with the YMCA on the first, second, third and fourth floors where I spent 3 weeks shredding 30-year-old payroll stubs. And then across street was the Johnston Building in which I was tortured while performing data entry gig for 2 months. My hands felt like jello at the finish of each day, but at the end of the stint, I was proficient at both 10-key and dodging management as I took smoke breaks in the back alley. They ended up calling me “Break Away Billy” after all the breaks I seemed to make.

This new building proved to be an interesting assignment though. I was the only temp in the building and was directed to sign visitors in and out of the building. Nothing else was expected of me, or so I thought. As a 23-year-old college drop-out, I pretty much was living from pay check to pay check, spending most of my money on cigarettes and beer. Luckily the beer never gave me a belly, and I was as slim as ever. The few times I actually had money to go out to the clubs, I would end up buying a guy some of the cheapest drinks available… but only enough to coax him into my bed later. I hadn’t a care in the world! During the day I would be a door man of sorts, and by night I would be drinking and watching out for hot guys to fuck.

On the first day of work, I was directed by Tom, my supervisor, to simply sign in visitors and call up the person they were to meet. All the regular 20 some odd employees had ID badges already, so I didn’t have to worry about knowing who was supposed to be in the building and who wasn’t. Tom placed me at the front desk, with a clipboard for visitors to sign, and a computer with internet access. He said that since I was a temp, I could peruse around online between visitors. For lunch, I would be relieved for about an hour by a regular employee, and then I would go back to surfing the web and signing in guests. My days of boring data entry and lifeless shredding were now in past. I was keen on this new job and hoped that it wouldn’t end.

The first day of work came and went with a mere 5 visitors coming into the building, 4 men and 1 woman. The rest of the day was spent with me listening to music online and chatting with friends. On the second day, Tom showed me around the building and introduced me to a few people. I took note of Trevor, a slim yet built man working in the mail room. His brown eyes and tanned skin caught my immediate attention. I quickly wondered what was under that casual business attire hiding his body. When Tom introduced us, I didn’t get a gay vibe so I shrugged him off as eye candy. Good thing I was at the front door so I could watch him come and go! Later on the tour, Tom showed me Jackson, a 40-something salesman that talked a mile a minute about absolutely nothing. Jackson