Chapter 3

The rest of my day at work goes pretty much the way that I have grown accustomed to. After checking my emails, I go about the work of managing my office. I'm not big on managing through emails or text messages, I'd much rather be out there so I'm more of a Hands-On kind of girl. It also gives me a chance to strut about because if there is nothing that I have learned the most is that having a presence in front of my employees makes the difference.

A BIG difference.

It also helps lessen the boredom that is my job. More of an administrator than anything else, what the company does doesn't really matter. The managing and office is all the same, give employees a task and then follow up. I do have to respond to emails because too many managers are preferring that form of communication rather than face to face, so when I am out there I make the most of it.

They do still however like their big board meetings and it seems like I am in a meeting every day. Splitting my time between meetings and face to face employee interactions gives me plenty of time to make a big impression which I do each and every day. Goodness, if I could get a buck for every time somebody stares at my tits, looks down my shirt whenever I bend over even the slightest, or checks out my ass, I would be rich! I don't do it for the money, I do it for the sheer satisfaction of watching people crumble before me.

When I walk into an office, a conference room, or cubicle, I more than get their attention.

I get their imaginations.

Sometimes I'll pop a button just by taking a deep enough breath just so I can get an even better reaction. Men never get over the sight and size of my tits, getting visibly disappointed when I resecure that popped button and take away their chance to ogle my awesome cleavage.

Tits are power.

I know this, they know this.

I love it!

Every time I catch somebody checking me out, it sends a little shiver down my spine and at lunch time, I go to an empty stall and release some tension, playing with my light switch my big titties hanging out.

Tonight is my big dinner date with Clark at his house. Hurrying home after work, I know I need to get ready because it's more interest ed what is going to be served for dessert than the meal that I will be putting on the table. This week I must look my absolute best and be the ultimate fantasy.

His pin up sex doll.

Hurrying home, I pull into the driveway with a screeching stop. Jumping out of the car, I try not to look like I'm in a hurry, but I have so much to do! Like for one, I can't visit my fiance wearing Spanx. I want him to touch me wherever he wants, I need to do a little bit better job with my bottom half.

He's a boob guy, but his hands love to roam everywhere.

Thankfully he's understanding of the condition I have put on him since we started dating.

I get to have sex in my lingerie, and if I do take off my bra, he can't go anywhere near my Titanic titties. I'm just not quite ready for him to know all of my secrets yet. A part of me hopes that he doesn't feel deceived.

No sooner am I turning the handle and walking inside do I hear pitter patter of footsteps coming up behind me. Turning as I'm about to close the door, I watch as my next door neighbor skids to a stop right in front of me.

"Hey Vicki! Do you want to hang out? I got this new game that I've been dying to try out with you." He says holding up the latest battlefield game.

Looking at Rick with a dead pan gaze, I can see that he is completely clueless as he pushes up on his black rimmed glasses.

"So do ya?" He asks, his eyes slowly dropping to my exposed bosom.

Now don't get me wrong, Rick is a nice guy. I love hanging out with him and playing video games, just not today. "Look, Rick..." I start to say when I watch his face start to fall.

"Going over to Mr Perfect's house again, aren't you?" He says, his lips forming a frown as he then looks away scratching the back of his head.

Looking the shorter man up and down, he is a spitting image of Rick Moranis all the way from his haircut and down to his outfits. A total nerd and a geek from head to toe, but a lovable and wonderful guy.

But he's just not my type. He can't be.

What would everyone think?

Maybe I'm still stuck in that high school mentality, but when everybody ogles me like teenagers, it's kind of hard not to be.

"Yes, I am going over to Clark's for dinner. So can you excuse me, I need to get ready."I say and then shut the door in his face, but not before I watch his shoulders slump as he turns around to leave.

Leaning back against the door, I looked to the ceiling and sigh. I really do have a lot of fun hanging out with Rick. He's super sweet, but that's not enough.

Hurrying upstairs, I am peeling off my clothes and by the time I shut the door to my bedroom, my skirt is falling to the floor.