Since my beginnings as Master XXXI

The Wednesday morning was intense: Álvaro asked me to accompany him to a couple of interviews he had scheduled with specialized media, we attended numerous congratulations from different entities... I was bored like never before, but it was part of the success. In the only minute of rest I had, I wrote a message to Javi. At noon, I returned to my office.

- Fran, I'm going to eat and I won't be back. This afternoon I have to resolve a pending issue. Mr. Álvarez is already informed. If there's something important, call me, I trust your judgment.

- Agreed, Carlos.

He handed me the gym bag and I went straight to the restaurant where they served the best steak tartare in the city, which I washed down with a glass of Toro reserve wine. I passed by the shopping center and bought a bottle of Lagavulin 26 SR. I asked the saleswoman to throw away the tacky box and put it in a gift box more suitable for the nectar it contained. I also grabbed a few beer bottles. I went up to the gentlemen's floor and chose a elegant silk tie from Ferragamo. Then I approached a sex shop.

- Good morning, I'm looking for a mask that covers the head but leaves the eyes, nose, and mouth uncovered.

The attendant, quite flirtatious, showed me different models. I chose the one that seemed most comfortable.

- If you wish, you can try it on.

I looked at him with such disdain that he told me the price, I paid in cash, put it in the bag I was carrying from the shopping center, and didn't hear his voice again.

When I arrived at the company's floor, the first thing I did was disconnect the cameras. I didn't want, for anything in the world, for what was going to happen there to be seen by anyone. I put the beers in the fridge, undressed, hung my clothes in the closet, took a refreshing shower, and lay down naked in bed. I fell asleep like a child. At 5:30 sharp, the doorbell rang. I put on my black boxers and opened the door.

- Good afternoon, Fernández. What punctuality!

He looked at me with wide eyes, trying not to do so, with a certain reserve, something defeated. I left the door just ajar.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Comas.

- Come in, man, and change that face. Now you're a famous inspector.

- I've been promoted, but I don't think I deserve it.

There, he received the first slap of the afternoon.

- Look, Fernández, if there's someone who deserves a promotion in this country of corrupt and sold-out people, it's you. Recognize it or I'll beat you to a pulp.

- Okay, I...

- Leave it, this afternoon I don't feel like discussing.

We had arrived at the living room. Fernández looked around, somewhat confused. I sat down in the armchair with my legs wide open so he could enjoy the bulge that marked my semi-erection.

- This isn't my house, Fernández. It's a courtesy apartment. Sit down.

I pointed to the sofa. He sat do...