Basic secretarial stuff... for now

Candy simply couldn't get comfortable at her desk. The short chair and desk were cheap and clearly not made to offer any real convenience. As time went on, Candy found herself pushing her chest out in response to the firm press of the stiff, plastic chair, and constantly shifting to stop her skirt from riding up. The glass table-top offered no real modesty and Candy was quickly regretting the blue, above-knee skirt she had picked out... though hadn't it been knee length or-

A wad of hand written notes were dropped into an already full in-tray and Candi gave a squeal, bursting the pink bubble she had unconsciously been blowing.

"I need these typed up and filed by lunch time." said John Michaels, one of the younger paralegals at the firm, taking a long look at Candi's chest. One of the buttons on her blouse had apparently come undone. "Think you can handle that, sweetlips?"

Candi frowned. Or at least she tried to. Her expression was decidedly a pout, emphasised by her brightly coloured lips. John was a classic no-hoper who had missed his chance to move up from paralegal and who had barely registered on Candace's mental radar. But suddenly he seemed so commanding! So authoritative! And he had finished law school of course, whereas Candi had dropped out after the firs- wait! She had been top of the class at law school! She could vaguely remember her mounted qualifications on the wall of-

"Candi? Earth to Candi McKnockes?" said John, sighing.

"Oh! I'm, like, real sorry Mr Michaels!" gushed Candi, breaking out of her daydream. "I'll totally get right on it!"

John nodded, still looking at the office girl's cleavage. A hint of pink bra was visible.

"Good. And try to not make too many typos this time." he said.