Jessica, your boss's secretary

A quick search of the building leaves you with the depressing conclusion that you’re going to need to ask Jessica, the boss’s Secretary (oops, sorry, Assistant). You tend to avoid asking for rides from most women in the office. It’s not that you hate women or anything, but for some reason men are always so much more eager to help you. They’ll drive you places, do your work, even offer to rub your back; all without much prompting on your part. It’s weird.

The women of your office however are the complete opposite. Not mean, really; just cold and distant though Jessica is a little different. You’re certain that she just plain doesn’t like you very much, which is equally weird as far as you’re concerned. What’s not to like? You’re younger than her, prettier than her, your breasts are bigger than hers and you keep most of those nice men from bothering her while she works. Why even the boss had told you that you could have her job any time you wanted leaving her, you’re sure, free to do even more important work. But for some reason she’s formed a completely irrational dislike for you.

You give a final hopeful look around before deciding that you’re out of options. You give a defeated sigh then step over to her desk. “Hi, Jess,” you say as happily as you can.

“…Hello Emily,” Jessica replies, looking up from her monitor. A fake smile quickly covers her face to cover the momentary look of annoyance upon seeing you. “Whatever can I do for the office’s favorite pet?”

You give her your sweetest smile and try to shoot her the big doe eyes that usually get you whatever you want from men. “Well, I was just kinda hoping that you might know somebody that could give me a ride home.”

You jump slight as Jessica practically laughs in your face. “You want ‘me’ to give ‘you’ a ride?” Jessica says as she catches her breath.

“Or… or somebody else, it doesn’t have to be you,” you mumble meekly as you try to smile again. This will all be worth it if you can just get that ride.

For a second Jessica seems to consider you, a strange smirk pulling at her lips as she looks you over. “Alright,” she says at last, “go wait by the street corner and I’ll have one of the couriers give you a ride one their way.”

“Yea! I owe you one,” you chirp happily as you jump up and leave. Your company has a few elderly gentlemen who work as courier between the various buildings, shutting interoffice mail and such. You might have to ride in the back with the mail but you won’t mind. Today is shaping up to be a great day.

Within moments you’re standing alone by the side of the road as cars wiz by. You wait… and wait… and wait. Just about time you begin to wonder if Jessica isn’t playing some cruel joke on you a van finally pulls up.

Instead of the shiny new van with the company logo that you’re used to seeing however, this van is rusted and dirty. The wiry man behind the wheel looks about as well kept as the van. “Um…” you say weakly as you inch closer, “are you the courier?”

“Courier?” the man echoes as his eyes roam over your supple body.

“Yeah,” you press hesitantly, “to give me a ride to my house.”

“Ride?” he says more to himself than to you, “ohhhhhhhhhh! Uh… yeah! Sure, princess, you just hop right in and we’ll give you a ride.”

You gulp nervously, something doesn’t seem quite right, but you’re tired of standing out here by yourself. Nervously you reach for the passenger side door.

“In the back sweet-cheeks,” the man corrects quickly, pointing towards the windowless back portion of the van. You don’t have a clue who or what is back there but the longer you wait, the more eager you are to get home. He seems like a decent enough guy and Jessica wouldn’t put you in danger right? Right?