First Day at Work

The entire night had involved lots of thinking and coming to terms with her situation. Meredith knew that her sexuality was being exploited at the company but wasn’t that what Finch Corp did? They manufactured most of the goods for the town including the women’s wear and several other items they all used, so it stood to reason there would be some sexuality involved, but was Jack Finch exploiting her? She wasn’t sure. He was a big important man and everything he said usually made sense to her… she just still couldn’t shake the feeling that it was hard for her dignity and Jack to exist in the same room at the same time.

Yet she was determined to make it in the industry, but wasn’t sure what she’d have to put up with or contribute in order t do so. These were her thoughts as she rode in the back of the taxi on her way to work, struggling to breathe in the uniform shed been **** to wear. She’d had to do some late night shopping to have something to wear today, and discomfort didn’t even describe it. She felt like she was always in motion, adjusting something or the other in her ridiculous clothes. She couldn’t find a small blouse, so shed worn something shed outgrown, which would be tolerable but for her obscenely large breasts which pushed it up and out. Normally it would be entirely inadequate for work but she was able to cover up some with a suit that met specifications. Still, it was so tight she couldn’t turn right or left without turning her whole body for fear of damaging it. She was only able to button up to right below her breasts and was physically unable to go any higher; the buttons would not come together. This left the low cut blouse able to expose so much cleavage almost a full quarter of each tit was on display, held up by the button below them and a pushup bra she’d had to wear otherwise the outfit simply wouldn’t hold together. This presented her tits like they were on a shelf.

Once she arrived at the office, she moved awkwardly in her pencil skirt, attempting to retain some level of modesty as she did so, and failing with every step. Ignoring her shimmying and juddering boobs as she got into the office, she was waved at by the bubbly receptionist, who immediately pointed at another woman standing by the elevator.

Meredith looked to see a tall, slender woman with dark, shoulder length hair and dark ebony skin. Like every other woman here her complexion was flawless, and her large brown eyes peered at Meredith with an unreadable expression. Her outfit however, wasn’t expected. She wore short blue jeans that stopped quite almost where they started. For all their length, they may as well have been panties and could have easily been mistaken for such but for their color and thickness. The pockets of the shorts were longer than the shorts, and the inside flaps came out from either side of her legs and stopped some distance lower than the bottom of the shorts, and Meredith could see the outline of her cellphone in one of said pockets. She wore a purple t-shirt that was obviously too small and her medium sized breasts only added to the sensuality of her perfectly shaped body. She adorned it all with a baseball cap worn backward on her head.

Meredith approached, and the woman nodded at her.

“Sup, yo?” Her urban/hood accent was well rehearsed but didn’t sound natural.

Meredith stood in front of her for a second, slowly blinking and coming up with a reply.

“Hi.” Was all she could think of, still trying to process this individual.

“Come on,” The woman gestured with her head toward the open elevator doors and they walked in. The doors shut and Meredith watched her push the button for B9. “Sup, I’m Tanequa.”

“Hello, Tanequa, I’m Meredith.”

“Oh y’sure? HR says your name’s Consuela.”

Meredith frowned at that and felt her blood boil a little. “No, I discussed that with Mr Finch and we sorted that out.”

“Oh”, Tanequa shrugged, “Must have just been a mistake then. I’m sure they’ll correct it eventually.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re speaking differently all of a sudden. It’s just caught me a bit off guard,” Meredith flashed a charming smile afterward to be sure there would be no offense taken. Tanequa didn’t look offended, but in fact embarassed, like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Damn, sorry about that yo. Mr Finch says I gotta talk like this while I’m at work Y’kno wham sayin?” She punctuated this with a wiggle of her arms and threw up the ‘Westside’ sign with her fingers.

“Oh… wait, why are we going to the basement?”

“Thas where all the offices is at.” Tanequa smacked her glossy lips. Meredith was starting to think Tanequa wasn’t her real name.

“Why are the offices in the basement? What’s in all the other 49 floors upstairs?”

“Different stuff. Some of Mr Finch’s things, some is just straight up empty gathering dust. I think one’s the floor we keep the garbage before garbage day.”

“Then why are we working in the basement?!”

“Mr Finch says theres no room anywhere else. He’s good at that optimization shit, yo.”

“But you just said some floors were empty.”

Tanequa shrugged, “Maybe hes got plans for em, yo”

Meredith was slightly put off by the constant ‘yo’s’ but said nothing, waiting until they arrived at the ninth floor of the basement.

The elevator doors opened and on the other side was a room bustling with activity. Cubicles filled the room like a factory floor and women ran to and fro, many with files in their hands. Others sat at desks typing away or on the phone with customers, and there was no silence to be detected. In the large, windowless basement the noise was only amplified to an irritating level. Meredith was worried about ending up in a bland cubicle. She’d worked one of those before and it was a life drainer.

The place was quite warm and most the women were sweaty. Just enough that

“So,” Tanequa said, leading the way and having Meredith follow, “You’ve got some good creds fo’ sho, cuz you get ya own office, yo.”

Her heart rose in elation. Somewhere to be away from the noise and have some privacy… something she could customize without feeling like the rank and file. That made having to work in the basement where there were a bunch of empty offices right overhead more tolerable, not that she would have been able to complain about it anyway.

They finally arrived at her office, which was one of many doors right beside each other. She was immediately worried, because the doors weren’t very far apart. How big were the offices? Then she noticed the nameplate on her office, which simply read: Consuela, with no last name.

“My…” She started, beginning to realize arguing about her name might possibly be futile.

“Thats a mistake right? I’m sho someone’ll take care of it,” Tanequa opened the door to her office, and Meredith looked inside to what could possibly have been the most insulting thing she’d ever seen. The office was no larger than a toilet stall, and had a single half of a desk in it. The desk was against and into the wall, which meant that she was sharing the desk with whoever was in the next office. Her mind immediately went to Mr Finch’s huge desk, which was larger than her office and the next six combined.

“So, this gon’ be yours. You got your file cabinet for all ya records, I’m sho you know howta work dat already. You gotcha laptop over hurr, and theres a manual for workin’ tha intacom…”

Meredith zoned out, looking around the office and how she’d manage it and how to make the best of it. Decoration plans waltz through her mind as well as possibly getting rid of the file cabinet she felt was unnecessary, plus she was high ranking enough to just have someone else handle the files. Then she spotted the bucket in the corner, partially filled with a foul liquid, of which another drop came down from a length of pipe that came in from the office beside her and went across to the one on the other side [Nearly a full five feet in width her office was].

“What’s that?” She gestured toward it all.

“Oh, the pipes are real old so they leak sometimes in some places. Sorry you happened to have one of the leaky parts.”

“Where are the pipes from? Where do they go?”

“Oh, they’re the sewage pipes.”

“The sewage pipes?”

“Yeah, they come from Mr Finch’s office mostly, they run through the whole basement. Most of the girls try to find spots where it isn’t there or it doesn’t leak since it hasn’t been repaired since like, the building was built.” Tanequa fell out of her role again without realizing it, and this time Meredith didn’t bother pointing it out. “So Mr Finch left you some instructions and the welcome manual. It’s just a tape all the new employees gotta listen to to get them in the right frame of mind and show how things are done around here.” That was when Tanequa caught herself. “Fo’ sho.”

“I… I…” Meredith began, but Tanequa was already walking off, waving.

“Ill leave ya to it!” She exclaimed bounding the corner with proud struts of her jiggling ebony booty.

Meredith quietly walked into the office and shut the door behind her. She squeezed past what narrow space there was between the desk and the file cabinet, struggling and wiggling all the way until, jostling her oversized funbags to and fro, with great difficulty she was finally able to get to the other side. With a tired sigh from the exertion she collapsed into her chair, almost spilling out her giant rack from the vastly undersized blouse.

She looked at the tape on the table and spied something underneath the desk itself. Bending lower to look at it she saw a round hat, and when she grabbed it, pulled the big thing out to hold up a comically large sombrero, with a welcome note attached to it.