Boy Friday

By Keegan Kennedy

Running a garage in Blackbird Swamp, Alabama isn’t easy, especially when the boss is shorthanded. What Steve needs more than anything is a Boy Friday to help out around the office. When Finley comes in for an interview, assumed experience becomes on-the-job training. Steamy short story is 7500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Jun 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463767672

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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Boy Friday

By Keegan Kennedy

Copyright June 2019

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Boy Friday

Uh, Mr. Rawson?

I looked up from the invoices on my desk to see Dwight, one of my mechanics, standing anxiously at my office door. His face and blue overalls were splattered with motor oil and grease.

What is it, man? I asked curtly. I got too much work to do, so I don’t need a whole bunch of bullshit and nonsense.

I could see the hesitation on his plump face. I didn’t have time for whatever this was, so I added, Spit it out! I don’t wanna sit around here all day with my thumb up my ass!

I was giving him shit, but Dwight Henderson was a good guy. He had a lot on his plate for one so young. He was only twenty but was already married with three screaming kids, all under the age of four. After both his parents passed suddenly, Dwight dropped out of high school at fifteen to take care of his kid brother and his pregnant teen bride. His folks had been killed in a head-on collision with an 18-wheeler on a slick, rainy night about five years ago. Blackbird Swamp was a small town, so everyone knew everyone else’s backstory. But at 45, I didn’t give a shit about the small minds and the quick judgments that accompanied small town life. The nosy folks could all go fuck themselves.

I was wondering if you’d filled Doreen’s position yet, Dwight said.

Last week, my part-time secretary had