GITJ Post 418: Hi Jerry.

Jerry Miller used to go to bed early. He liked to get up, get to the gym, get his day at the dealership started off right. Jerry used to do that, but lately he stays up really late watching tv. He drags himself out of bed now, a lot of times late for work. He doesn’t go to the gym anymore. 

Jerry Miller used to be the boss. He managed Wellspring Honda. General Manager: it said it right there on his office door, on the little plaque, the sign thing. Now he didn't have an office. You don’t need an office when your work now is stocking the parts department. You just get a little desk that you have to share with Mario. That’s at least what Donn- excuse me, Mrs. Hanover - says.

Jerry Miller, bleary eyed and disheveled, knew things were different now at Wellspring Honda. Ever since the Hanover daughters took over and granted their father an early, unexpected retirement last month. Ever since men were taken out of managing the place, the sales department, the finance office, even service. Ever since then, everything was different. And, of course, especially ever since Melissa left. 

Now the place sucks.

Well, it doesn’t suck. Sales are up: great. The new POS System is working: fine. The owners are happy. But for Jerry Miller, it sucks, and it all started when Melissa Monroe, the chick that he’d put in charge of the scheduling office, left for that other job. 

Yeah, Jerry Miller had known she was going to school. She said she wanted to be an office administrator, for real. But he’d figured a girl like her - god how he used to love to drop by the scheduling department just to see what outfit she’d come to work in, shoot the shit with her and her cute friends for a while - really just wanted to land a guy and pump out some puppies. She didn’t really want a career, right? Jesus. I guess I was wrong. 

Currently, and for the third time tonight, Jerry Miller was beating himself off to the interview of Melissa on Channel 5. He’d taped it, taped the piece from yesterday. It was well past when he should be in bed but he was replaying it again and again and again. He couldn’t believe his eyes. What the fuck had happened to her?!? 

Sure, Melissa Monroe used to be hot, the hottest of the hot girls he hired to do things for the dealership like sit behind the desks and answer the phones.Like the ones in scheduling: Randi Mongillo, Amelia Eklund, Josie Jensen, those girls that seemed to get hotter every month. They had left when Melissa hired them away from him soon after she’d gotten her new job as an office girl at some medical practice. Yes, he’d made Melissa the manager of the schedulers. Even though she was dumb as a brick, he thought it’d help him get into her pants, but nope. It didn’t work, neither did hiring some of them for sales, like that Katie O’Rourke and Stephanie Wo…whatever her name was. They wouldn’t sleep with him either. He’d hired all of them, and they pretty much all left him. Now he had to sit with Mario.

Jerry Miller had been half-stalking Melissa’s social accounts for a while now. Hers, Katie’s, even the official IG account of their new office. How could Melissa have gotten even hotter?!? That big ass of hers had gotten bigger, those tits had ballooned larger, and for god's sake, in the name of all that was holy, she’d somehow grown taller. She talked about it in the tv interview, how tall she was getting. She was like a giant now!! And, secretly, he’d never really told anyone, but over these past couple of years he’d come to really like tall women. Big women. Like, majorly big women. It was weird, but it’d become kind of an obsession. She’d now become an obsession. Since he’d known her, since he’d first hired her, he'd jerked off to her more times than he could count, but recently - yikes. The first interview piece on Channel 5 aired last night, and he had to take the day off today. I may take tomorrow off, too. Go see her, say hi, apply for a job there in person. Let her know I’m serious.

Melissa Monroe used to work for Jerry Miller, but now more than anything he wanted to work for her. He’d reached out yesterday, DM’d her, texted her, asking if they’d hire him. He’d do anything. She basically told him, in her own sweet way, to fuck off. Looking through what her followers said it was no secret that many found Melissa well beyond attractive. They were borderline obsessed with her; that was perhaps more accurate, especially since this interview aired. Jerry had gone on the chat boards today, had watched her social media accounts - she had a couple profiles, both public and private on Instagram, and they were exploding. Though many might find it overwhelming, Melissa seemed to relish such attention rather than shirk it. In fact it seemed like she was encouraging them all to “watch it again”, to go out of their way to develop what might be seen as an unhealthy fascination. Her message, and that of her friends when they decided to chime in was clear: watch it again and again and again. He was sure there were tons of guys now who’d want to work for her just to get the chance to see her in person and be near that goddamn magnificence. 

But I’m not just any guy! I’m different!! Jerry Miller told himself, She knows me!! I gave her her first management job! If I go down there tomorrow, tell her I’ll do anything - work a desk, mop floors, clean her toilet for god's sake - maybe she’ll…she’ll…

In front of his television, late that Thursday night, Jerry Miller gets on his knees. He reaches for the vaseline again, hits rewind, and imagines how it could be, how his life could change. She’d told him, when he texted her for the job, to just go watch the interview again? Yes, Melissa, he obeyed, unzipping. Anything...

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Thanks to J2 for the base image in the first manip, and RiF for his edits.