Tech support job

With a flash, you're sitting down in your cubicle; apparently having been teleported right to your desk with a few minutes to spare. Being still a high school student, you're fairly proud of your job doing computer tech support for a small vendor. You're the youngest employee there and worked hard to get your position. You'd been tinkering around with computers since you got your first PC at age 5 and had, at age 17, honed your skills through hours of solitude to be quite the whiz kid. Everyone has their own pc, desk and small cubicle.

One of the perks definitely is this stunning blonde that is 4 years older than you in her early 20s. Definitely the best looking girl in the office with near perfect proportions and your boss was always showing her some favoritism. Hell, pretty much any of the guys do. We are all nerds and know she is out of our league. This doesn't stop us from ogling her. Honestly, you're surprised she showed up on a Saturday and she doesn't seem too hung over this time.

The only downside is every time you want a break or to step away from your desk, you have to sign out of the queue for taking calls and your manager would always ring you asking why you're signed out. Honestly, you don't really believe anything you wished for could come true. This morning feels like a dream and what were you going to grant you powers. You had thought about taking over some of the hotties at your workplace and your cubicle neighbor was definitely on the list. Even if it did you are sure it would take some time to take effect; You sure could go for a coffee -- but now the manager wouldn't let you till your break which is an hour away.

"If her and I are going to get more friendly," you think, wheeling back in your chair, taking time to check out Jane's incredible body that fills out that black skirt and white blouse, "Might as well start now."

You whisper with a soft voice across the cubicles to her her, "Hey, how are you? I didn't sleep a wink last night. Get up to anything fun last night?" Jane looks back, not even bothering to respond and gives her usual expression of rolling her eyes at your attempt at small talk; not at all interested in the young man or any of the nerds she feels are beneath her.

Playing off the insulting behavior like it was a joke or unintentional, you wish Jane would do anything you tell her and subtly try to throw in a command. You respond, "Aw, you hurt my feeling. Be nicer to me from now on, will you?" Before rolling back into your cubicle just in time to miss Jane muttering, "I will."

Getting back to your desk and being a creature of habit, you begin most days before your first calls as you usually do, the dreaded chore of checking emails when...

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