Rebecca

“Care to explain this shit?” came an irate voice, and Kirk’s heart sank. He didn’t need to finish his swivel to know who was there, but he did so anyway.

In the doorway was an impressive woman—tallish, with dark hair reaching down to her shapely ass. Expertly subtle makeup accentuated her already beautiful features, and her well-trimmed business attire framed her delicious figure and prominent tits. She was a year younger than Kirk, but had been at the company since its start. The big job had passed to her last year. This was, of course, Rebecca.

She held a small stack of papers in one manicured hand, and was brandishing it toward Kirk. It was a printout of the report he’d just sent. He didn’t need to look at it to know so—just as he hadn’t needed to look to see who had entered—but still, he did. Rebecca had highlighted the date, as well as the end-of-week sales figure: down by the biggest percentage drop in almost a year.

Wearily, Kirk asked, “What do you need explained, Rebecca?”

She thrust the paper onto his desk, and said, “How the shit this happened!”

“I don’t know. I was given the numbers by sales lead. I processed them. I compiled them. I put them in the report. I don’t know why the numbers are the way they are, but I’m sure Helen can tell you everything you want to know about how they got that way.”, Kirk replied, patience wearing a little thin. It was the same answer he had given every other time Rebecca had come in for this purpose—which was almost every time sales numbers were down.

“You tell me that every shitting time, and it’s always an excuse!”, Rebecca exclaimed.

Kirk looked at her. Her face was an impressive mask of anger, but it didn’t take a genius to see through. Like every other woman Kirk had ever met, Rebecca was driven primarily by her overriding need to get stuffed as often as possible. Unlike most, though, Rebecca seemed to have a different strategy for getting men’s attention: annoying them into fucking her.

By all logic, it was a ridiculous strategy with no chance at success. Unlikely as it seemed, though, Kirk knew that at bare minimum it had worked on Jonas—the only other real man in the office. That boost of confidence seems to have been all Rebecca needed to be convinced that her tactics were sound, and recently Kirk had been their prime target.

“Well?!”, Rebecca insisted, bending toward where Kirk sat and giving him a full view of her prodigious cleavage.