Two weeks!” Gerald yells at the plumber, Brendon, who was hired to fix his shower head. “I have to wait two weeks!”

“Look, sir, it’s a very specific model.

Brendon gets a text and looks at his phone.

“You fuckin’ use it, then!”

Brendon sighs as he looks at the phone, not responding to Gerald. He sees it’s from his boss.

Why are you arguing with Gerald Westfield!? He’s not only one of our prominent clients, but also an investor! We actually have the part you’re speaking of! Just do whatever he wants. If he says jump, you say how high! We expect you back here to get the part you need. If you fuck this up, believe me, no one in this business will hire you again! Everyone knows who he is, you dumb fuck!

A chill runs through Brendon.

“Look, sir, I___”

“Don’t you DARE apologize to me. Go and use my fuckin’ shower head!”

“We’ve got the part,” the plumber quickly explains.

“Great, I’ll get it from one of your competitors!”

“You, you don’t have to do that,” Brendan quickly says.

Gerald backs his head up and cocks it to the side. He smiles, devilishly and says, “Okay, I’ll get it from you and give your boss rave reviews about you.”

Brendan smiles and nods his head as he feels relieved.

“Provided you do one thing for me.”

Brendan looks up and says, “What.”

“Like I said, I wanna test it one more time. Go in the bathroom.”

“Look, Mr. Westfield….”

“Go in my bathroom, NOW!”

Brendan flinches as he walks into the bathroom, quickly followed by Gerald.

Once in the bathroom, he sees Gerald put his phone in the compartment usually meant for soap on the other end of the shower, facing the shower head. Brendan remembers how he said it was waterproof.

Gerald walks back over to face Brendan. He nods his head to the shower while saying, “Okay, take your clothes off and get in.”

“What?” Brendan says, nervously laughing while holding himself a little.

“You don’t take a shower with your clothes on.” He throws his hand up to Brendan. “Take ’em off.”

Brendan gives Gerald this are-you-serious look.

“I could always call your boss.”

Brendan sighs again while starting to take his shoes off.

“And hurry up, I got important things to do.”

Brendan then slides his socks off. He gets back up and quickly runs his fingers down the buttons of his shirt. Shaking with nerves all the way. He pulls his shirt open and out of his pants, then slides it down his shoulders and off his arms. He can barely grasp the button on his pants he’s shaking so bad.

“Okay, I’m calling your boss,” Gerald says as he’s about to reach for his phone.

Brendan then grabs hold of his pants and tears open his button and zipper and quickly pulls his jeans down his legs. He steps out of them, almost tripping on them. He’s about to step into the shower when Gerald says, “Really, you shower with your underwear on? Take those off, too.”

Brendan almost protests, but then remembering what his boss said. He puts his hands on both sides of his briefs. He pushes the waist band down into the middle of his hands and then pulls his last article of clothing down. He stands back, his buttocks exposed to Gerald. With his hands covering his crotch, he steps into the shower.

“Buddy,” Gerald says, putting his thumb and index finger to his head, looking restless. “You are testing the shower head and you are an established plumber. Because of that, I need you to face the phone, for a second, while I state who you are.”

Brendan turns around, looking unsure if he should. While still covering up his penis, he faces the camera on his phone.

“Hands on your head,” Gerald says.

Brendan arches his eyebrow and turns to face Gerald. “Why?”

“Your job, here is not to ask questions,” Gerald says. “If you want an answer, then it’s because I’m Gerald fucking Westlake and I could make sure no one hires you again, understood?”

Brendan nods while he swallows a small piece of air.

“Good, now face the camera, and put your hands on your head.”

Brendan looks towards the phone and lifts up his hands and places them on the back of his head. His eyes expand while the right side of his mouth trembles upward, having no choice but to show his penis as it quivers with the rest of his fully exposed body.

Gerald begins, “This is Gerald Westlake. This plumber said I needed to wait two weeks for a new shower head. We’re about to test it….”