Nikki Quinn, a low level executive and my boss.

The woman in front of me looked like the ultimate office amazon. She was about 6'9", and her auburn hair flowed down her back. Her chest was huge, even bigger than Cindy's, and it was sharply shown off in a tight, pink blouse. Her white pencil skirt showed off her incredible, long legs.

She was looking at me like I was dog shit. "Well? Let's go!"

She turned to walk away, and I rushed out of the elevator to follow her. I looked around the office as we walked. Despite how much technology had obviously advanced, apparently we'd never developed anything better than cubicles. Women were working at computers and talking to holographic displays that might have been modern phones. All the women were tall, stacked and hot, but unlike the one leading me, they were wearing jeans and t-shirts. Several of them looked up from their work to check me out as I passed their desks. A few make lewd gestures.

"These are the engineers," she said without looking back at me. "You don't need to know what they do, you just need to know what kind of coffee they like. Your school scores were very impressive, so I expect you to bring the right drinks to the right women. You'd better not screw it up, or you'll be tossed out of here like the last guy who had your job."

We passed a few smaller cubicles. There were men inside them, but they didn't seem to be working hard, just waiting around. As we passed by, a light on one of their desks lit up, and the guy ran out of his cubicle.

"This is where our boys stay until someone needs them," said the woman leading me. "Ask them if you need to know where anything is. Your cubicle is there." She pointed to an empty cubicle, but kept walking, so I followed her.

We passed another woman in a dress suit. She had the darkest ebony skin, a tone, an athletic form, and long, curly hair. She smiled at the woman leading me and said, "Hi, Nikki!" with a lilt in her voice.

Nikki smiled back as they passed and said, "Hi, Imani!" Once the stunning woman had passed, she turned to me and said, "That was Ms. Franklin. If you hear the slightest bit of office gossip about her breaking up with her girlfriend, you tell me immediately!"

Then we came to a nicer looking area. There were offices along the walls, with men at desks outside them. Nikki walked into an office with a sign on the door that said, "Nikki Quinn: Junior Executive." I followed her into the office, passing by a man at a desk in front of her door who was giving me the **** stare.

Once inside she said, "Close the door."

"Um, okay... Nikki," I said. I closed the door behind me, then turned back around and almost bumped into her. She was right in front of me, looking down at me, making me feel incredibly small.

"William, I know this is your first job, but I will not stand for disrespect!"

"I'm sorry!" I said. "I meant... Ms. Quinn."

She smiled. "That's better! I knew you were a smart boy." She sat down behind her desk. "Now, give us a spin."

I didn't understand at first, but then she twirled her finger around. I slowly turned, holding up my arms a bit so she could get a good look at my body. For the first time, I was very aware of how tight my dress pants were.

"Not bad!" said Ms. Quinn. "You're a cute one! Come sit on my lap."

It was a bizarre request, but she said it as if it was nothing. Feeling a little unsure, I walked around her desk and sat down in her lap. Her hands were instantly rubbing up and down my legs.

"Now, I'm sure you know that most men don't last long here. They find a woman who can take care of them and, poof! Off they go. But while you're here, there's a lot you can do to make your job more pleasant. You want your job to be pleasant, don't you?"

Her hand stroked up my leg and rested on my crotch.