The New Intern

"Oh, Miss Laura!" she yells, quickly standing up. "I'm so sorry!" The young woman now standing over you was named Kim. She'd started to work at the company just a few weeks ago. You remembered you'd been introduced to her on her first day as she was shown around the office. She introduced herself with her full name then, but you found the foreign Asiatic syllables impossible and she'd laughed when you'd tried to pronounce them, so in your head she was just Kim. She was a promising young student, beginning her second year of college.

She was also the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You stare, enraptured, moving your gaze from her straight black hair to her dull brown eyes, down to her business outfit - It looks kinda like mine, you think vaguely - and across her impeccably flat chest to her thin waist and bare legs. You've never beheld such a raw vision of beauty. You can't move, as if your moving would somehow cause a wind that would topple the whole thing, destroy the atmosphere.

She's the first to break the silence, asking, "Um, are you okay?"

She's talking to you. She's talking to you. You need to say something. Your mouth barely moves but you manage to form the words 'yes' and 'thank you'. You push yourself up off the ground, but you have to look away from her to do it without falling over and you hate it you hate it you want to see her-

Oh, there she is again. You're upright, looking down a few inches at her. She's beyond words from this angle, as from every other. You're only dimly aware that you're staring at her without saying anything again. She's uncomfortable and looks to the side.

"Did you, uh, need anything?"

You need to say something! Or else she'll leave! You scrape your mind for words that'll get her to stay, like 'yes'. That'll work. You say that one. The thought floats across your mind that when you saw her around the office, she was fetching files for people. Perfect. You'll use that.

"I, uh..." you stammer, "need... a file... Paulson... versus Clyde..." God, you hope those are real people.

"Oh, okay," she smiles, and you smile back. "Here, follow me, I'll show you where they are."

You nod slowly and she starts walking and you go alongside her. The two of you navigate the office, and you sneak glances over at her whenever you can. God, she's so perfect. She's so cute. So young and so pure and... you want to ruin it. You want to take all of that cuteness and break it, destroy it until there's nothing left. You want to ravage, despoil her. You feel your hand twitch at your side. You feel like your desire has become its own entity, some thin mist that surrounds your body and is controlling you now.

"Here it is," she says, stopping by a wall stuffed with files. "Let me just grab it."

She bends over at the waist to get the file and your mind stops. Her ass is pointed into the air, its two curved edges pushing up against her skirt. Horns blare in your head and your vision gets weak. You never knew what a religious experience was until this moment. Her thin waist presses out immaculately into a heart shape hanging above the backs of thick thighs. Your mouth is dry. You notice that your hand has started to raise towards her of its own accord. You're a long, long way past the point of self-control.