(Josh the caddie Part 1)
When you got to your country club, and they told you Josh was gonna be your caddie today while you play golf you were disappointed. Everyone complained about him being rude, young and generally bad at his job.
You saw 2 caddies by the golf cart, in a weird position, both with one shoe off taking a picture with a phone on the ground.
You couldn’t help thinking to yourself both were quite handsome as you approached them.
“Hey guys, hate to interrupt but I think one of you is Josh, you’re supposed to he-“ the one standing up didn’t even let you finish, turning around and grabbing the bag from the back with your golf clubs in them “yeah that’s me, pass me my phone will you?” He said before turning around.
You already understood what everyone was talking about, the game didn’t even start and he was asking you to do something? He’s supposed to be your assistant. Irritated but not wanting to make a big deal you pick it up of the ground and pass it to him, he starts looking at his phone right away and walking, without addressing you, and you follow him.
“I wanna start on hole 6 today” you say as you’re catching up to him
“6? No that one sucks, well start at 4” he said, while he kept walking to the starting spot for hole 4.
He was rude and arrogant but something about him was still charming, you couldn’t help but find him charming.
After your first swing he laughed pretty obnoxiously, when you looked back at him he said “with that weak ass swing at least I won’t have to go far today” he said while heading in the direction of the ball, before you hit your second swing, you give in to your curiosity.
“So that position you boys in was interesting, can I ask what you guys were-“
Without looking up from his phone and without you finishing he says “that’s not your fucking business” in a stern tone.
“Im sorry I didn’t mean to pr-“
“Just hit the ball already” he said.
The whole time you were there he kept spitting on the ground, sometimes pretty close to where you were standing, but you could tell he’s not the type to like to be bothered so you didn’t say anything.
On your next shot you hit the ball out of bound, which again irritated him, as he headed to get it.
When he got back he had one shoe off, it was a very odd scene, you didn’t realize what was happening till he sat on the ground and stretched his foot out.
With the ball in his toe he said “where do you wanna hit it from” he said with a grin on his face.
You didn’t know what to think, did he somehow know you had a fetish for feet? Was it because you asked about the picture? You didn’t know what to do except go to his feet and pick your ball up, as you crouched down to get, without touching you, he quickly got back up, with the confusion and fear of his foot hitting you fell on your back, he know was standing and you were on the ground. He kept his foot in the air, right above for your head for just about 5 seconds, before looking down at your crotch and laughing “I fucking knew what you are”
“I don’t know what you mean, this is not…..” you couldn’t come up with anything to defend yourself, you knew your boner exposed you.
Instead of you finishing the game he ended up playing the rest of the hits, with you carrying the bag and handing the clubs he requested.
After he finished his last hit, he told you to follow him, and took you to a spot with no one around, he sat on elevated pavement and pointed at the ground slightly beneath him for you to sit, you obeyed.
“take your phone out” he said as he was stripping his shoe off again, and extending his foot in your direction “take a picture” he instructed you, which you did. The most beautiful picture you’ve ever taken, of Josh’s hot feet. He let his foot linger near your face for about 15 seconds before putting his shoe back on.
“How often you golf?”
“Twice a month” you answer.
“From now on, it’ll be twice a week, and you’ll always request me at the front desk”
“Yes Sir” you said.
A grin grew on his face “don’t worry I’ll be doing most the playing but I’ll let you carry the bag for me”
“That….that would be great, thanks”
As he got up he said “and that’ll be 500$ for the photo”
“500? You have nice feet but isn’t that a bit-“ you were interrupted by his open palm hitting your face. “Give my your fucking phone” stumbling with your phone you handed it to him. That’s it he’s gonna delete the photo you think.
But that’s not what he does, he opens your Venmo and send himself 500$.
You think to yourself, it’s okay, you have the money to spend and at least now you’ll have the photo. He hands you back your phone after doing something else with it you can’t see, you open the gallery to see he did actually delete the photo and send himself the money.
“If you listen better next time you might get to keep it” he said while he already started walking away.
You’re hard again, this time even more so, and all you can think about is how excited you are for the next time you get to watch him play golf
