Kelly talks to her coworker, Tom

Kelly walked back to her desk, admiring her shiny new ring until she saw her coworker and fellow junior associate, Tom, looking sullen at his own desk. Tom was older, in his mid forties. She could tell that he must have looked a lot better in his younger years. His short, brown hair was starting to turn gray on the sides, and his jawline wasn’t as strong as it had once been. Still, he kept in decent shape.

“Hey Tom. Looks like something’s wrong. I’m here if you want to talk about it.” Kelly said, trying extra hard to sound sweet.

Tom looked up and gave a weak smile. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

Kelly, digging deeper, playfully pouted. “You know I always want to help, right?”

And like that, Tom did know it was true. Kelly was the nicest person he could imagine. Whenever someone asked her to assist with a project, or even with a personal matter, she was always willing to help out. Kelly stood in front of Tom, trying her best to get him to open up.

“Alright, you win,” Tom chuckled through a smile. “It’s just… Sharon again, no surprise. She’s out to get me. She called me into her office this morning and chewed me out for not having my report done, even though the deadline isn’t until tomorrow. I got nervous so I wasn’t making eye contact, and she said I was getting distracted by her breasts and accused me of being a pervert.”

Kelly was aghast! Tom was always very nice and polite with her. Though she generally wore conservative office wear, Tom never made her feel uncomfortable about her body. Back in college, men would often heckle her in her casual wear due to her smooth skin, taut stomach, short stature, and cute face. Her button nose and big, brown eyes drew plenty of looks, and her flowing red hair drew even more. Though her breasts and butt fit her frame quite nicely, she was grateful to be able to minimize them.

Determined to put some pep in his step, Kelly exclaimed, “That’s a big, fat lie! You’re a great part of this team Tom, everyone knows it. We’re lucky to have you! So tell me, are you really a pervert just like Sharon said?”

Kelly bent forwards while making her point, and Tom’s gaze went down to her chest. Unfortunately for him, Kelly’s had a sweater on top of a shirt on top of some other layer, and presumably a bra. Still, posed like this, he could imagine what she’d look like bent over a bed.

“Well, I mean, what am I supposed to do! She’s setting me up for failure, always acting and dressing like a slut, using her body to get ahead. I’ve worked here four times as long as her! Clearly, she did something for someone.”

Kelly rolled her eyes at Tom being an ass, once again. This was hardly the first time he’d overtly sexualized Sharon, not to mention any other woman at the company, herself included. She did want to help him, of course, but still wished he was less of a pervert as stood back up and blocked her chest with her arms.

“Maybe you should focus on yourself Tom. On the things you can do to make your situation better instead of blaming other people. I mean, think about what you’re saying. Is Sharon really thinking about sex and power as much as you seem to think she is?”

“Absolutely. You’ve seen the way she dresses, and the way she treats people around here. What a bitch.”

Kelly could only begrudgingly agree. Her boss’s pants were always tight, her tops low cut or sparsely buttoned, and her face was always adorned in elegant makeup. She’d always seemed to delight in her subordinates suffering. Kelly shuddered.

“I’m sorry we have to deal with her all the time. I’m here if you need any help,” Kelly said with a smile.

Tom gave a lecherous grin. “Maybe I could get through this work if I had some motivation. I always work better when I have something sexy to look forward to.”

Kelly blushed, “Tom! That’s -”

“It’d really be a big help! Please?”

Kelly’s heart was racing as she thought over his request. She hated how perverted Tom was, but, as always, she really wanted to help. Something sexy? That could mean a lot of things. She could be getting herself into a lot of trouble with this. It’s not a decision to make ligh -

“Okay, Tom,” she blurted out nervously. After hanging around for an awkward moment, she scurried away back to her desk.

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Sharon unbuttoned another button on her shirt, clearly revealing the lacy black bra that pushed her boobs forward, creating a deep, creamy cleavage. Her boss and the company’s CEO, Mike Burgess, had called her to his office to “discuss her performance.” She licked her lips. She would make sure it went well, no matter what it took.