Twelve

“Take these legal documents to Linda Killian on twelve.”

You grab the documents and head for the door.

“Be careful up there.”

You nod and head to the elevator, wondering just how crazy your supervisor is.

You enter the elevator. Three people are already on it. A pale blonde in a revealing black dress stands in the right corner. Her makeup is flawless and she looks like she’s headed to a wedding or a porn shoot. She smiles at you hungrily. In the other is an oversexed redhead. She has enormous breasts and a sheer red dress that highlights them. She has full lips and a luscious ass that would put a porn star to shame. Indeed, with a beer or two in you you’d go home with her. A muscular, dark, handsome man stands by numbers. His pinstripe suit and dress shoes are immaculate.

He gives you a smile. “What floor?”

“Twelve, thank you.”

The elevator reaches twelve and opens. You step out. The redhead follows.

From behind you hear. “Who are you looking for?”

“Linda Killian. I have documents for her.”

“Oh, you’re the new mail girl. This way.”

She goes in front of you, her six inch red platform shoes making her ass sway gracefully.

She enters an office marked Linda Killian. You follow.

A brunette with perfect features and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen sits at a desk. Her skin is pale and flawless. She grins at Lydia.

“Lydia, who is this little morsel?”

Lydia giggles disturbingly. “She’s the new mail girl. Think Vespa would mind?”

Linda gives Lydia a look. “You know the rules. Of course she does look like she’d fit in here.”

You are a little disturbed by their talking like you aren’t even there.

Linda looks at you. “Hi, I’m Linda Killian and you are?”

“Jessica.”

“Well, Jessica, our boss Vespa is taking us out for a little bite, for lunch. Care to join us?”

On one hand you are flattered and a little networking can probably get you promoted out of the mailroom. On the other this whole sequence has been a little troubling.