Receptionist

You unlock the doors to your office building – look at the key your boss gave you yesterday before you left and smile. It’s not really any meaningful responsibility, a trained monkey could do it, but holding the key to the whole company literally in your hand somehow does make you feel like this is the most important job in the building.

And it kinda is – it’s not just motivational HR talk. You are the face of the company now, the first thing everyone sees when coming in, employee or visitor, the one person people come to when the get here and need help.

You find a Manila folder on your desk behind the counter from HR with your new contract and some instructions. Mostly technicalities, a list of the departments with names an phone numbers, key clients and expected visors on your first days. Not much time to learn the ropes, but you know the company, the staff and the communications system anyway, so it's mostly self evident. That's why you get paid your old salary and not like a newbie, after all.

There's a rose in a cup and a short note form your boss. Your former boss now, not his department any more.

“Good luck, on your first day in the new job, Lexi. Hate to lose you from my team, especially after our pleasant meeting yesterday, but I'm, sure you’ll be a lot more useful with your skills and talents where you are now. XOXO”

You blush, remembering the hugs and kisses in yesterday's – meeting with him and how he praised you on your skills and talents.

The night guard tips his hat when he walks by and the day security team coming in does too. The first early birds arrive, most nodding at you, saying hello, some look tired or in thoughts and ignore you. Some pay more attention to the new receptionist – mostly people you’ve been working with closely and you have to confirm, yes, this is your new job, no, you are not just filling in until the temp gets here, yes, it may seem like a demotion but you really want to do this. They take it easily – for a second you wonder how they had taken this career change from Alexander last week...

You can’t help but notice that they look at you differently, now, too. Well, some may not have seen you and your new outfit, yesterday, but it's more. It’s the job. They’re used to regard the woman behind this desk as eye candy – and they still do even with knowing you better. You get some good luck hugs and kisses and more than one hand – from men and women on your butt for good measure.

Your old boss arrives, walks towards you, bends over the reception desk and kisses you - on the mouth, making the few employees who came in with him snicker. He's not a man who keeps his office conquests a secret, it would seem. You blush, thinking of yourself as such.

“Good luck, Lexi. You'll do good here!”

He slaps your ass and leaves you to your work.

Yo answer the phone with a smile. Knowing the phone system you effortlessly put through phone calls, your knowledge of the company structure helps you to guide guests to where they need to go.

You really enjoy this. And the fact that most of the visitors’ mood seems to improve when they see you – their gazes upon your tits make you actually smile when they make the gazer smile as well – only makes your job better, as a matter of fact.

You sent a pretty college girl who comes for a part time the job in the mail room to HR and look after her. Nice ass. You hope she gets the job, she’d be a nice sight to behold every day. You just hope your ex boss wasn't lying and the job down there is as social and communicative as he said. Putting that pretty girl into a mouldy small basement compartment all day would be a waste.

Shortly after, an applicant for the other job you didn’t chose approaches you.

“Hello. I have an appointment for the position of Personal Assistant of the Head of Finance?”

You nod. The woman is a some years older than you, pinstripe skirt, suit jacket. Looks very professional. Her face is a little indistinct. Not as beautiful as you are – you frown at your own vanity over your new body - but quite pretty, her figure has some nice womanly curves, her auburn hair is pulled back in a conservative bun. Her face is glistening with a thin layer of sweat - and her hands are feverishly tapping your desk. Quite nervous for the job interview. Understandably, even though she probably has a lot more experience in actual secretarial work than you would have had. Good thing you didn’t take that one. You enter her name into your computer and look at her.

“You’re appointment according to our system in over an hour? Is that a mistake here or…”

“N…. no…”

She stammers a little.

“I’m eagerly... early I mean. Quite early. Better earlier than later. I always say. Well, I don’t but I should. Or maybe not. God. I’m way too early, right? I must look ****. Alright, I better get going again... I’ll be waiting in my car…”

You smile at her encouragingly.

“No need to leave, you can wait in the waiting area. I would ask if he can receive you early, but I happen to know he's in a meeting and has lunch afterwards, so he wouldn't anyway. I better not let him know you're already here, to not make you seem – ****.”

You wink at her and she smiles nervously, but also gratefully.

“Tha… thanks, Miss.”

“Lexi, please. l'll take you to the waiting area and...”, you look at the clock on your computer…

“...keep you company, if you don't mind, it's my lunch time anyway!”

“Would you? That would be...”

“I won’t let you marinate in your own juices for over an hour. I job-interviews. Nerve-wrecking as hell, right? ”

You lead her to the waiting room and close the door behind you and sit next to her.

Her leg nervously bobs up and down and you put a hand on her stockinged knee.

“Alright, alright, he won’t bite you!”

She smiles.

“As a matter of fact I know him quite well, I worked under him until yesterday….”

“Really?”

You nod encouragingly.

“So you should know a thing or two that surely wasn't in the job description…”

She listens eagerly.

“To be honest…”

You try to find a way not too overwhelming to describe the job - as it was offered to you yesterday.

“He’s a bit old fashioned. If you work for him, it will likely feel more like a secretary than like an ‘assistant’, right?”

She looks questioningly.

“Meaning you’ll likely have to make his coffee, probably get his laundry and such stuff.”

She nods.

“That’s OK, I actually like the idea of being a secretary. I'm a little old fashioned, too, maybe.”

You smile. Good start.

“And he might want to get – some more – personal services…”

“Like making his private appointments?”

You sigh.

“More like… OK, whether you want this job afterwards or not, you didn't hear it from me, OK?”

She nods.

“Let’s say if you have a problem with – physical contact.. getting compliments… you may not want to work for him.”

“Contact and compliments?”

You see the penny dropping.

“We’re talking about groping and lewd remarks, aren’t we?”

You shrug.

She giggles.

“Thank goodness, I though it would be something bad…”

You raise an eyebrow.

“You don't have a problem with that?”

“’Course not. I like sex. If I can use it for my job, even better. There will be sex, too, right? He’s not the type who just talks and fondles with no cock to back it up?”

“Uh… Yeah, if you’re OK with that, I'm sure sure there'll be lots of opportunities for that with him, no doubt.”

“Does he look good?”

You blush. But you have thought about it quite a lot since yesterday.

“He’s really handsome. Distinguished. And he knows how to – treat a woman.”

Now she raises an eyebrow.

“Oh? So when you said you worked 'under' him’…”

Now your face must be glowing red.

“No, not like… I mean yeah, but just once, really.”

She smiles.

“So you can recommend him, sister?”

You giggle. Is this how women talk about workmates? You thought that's just a guy thing.

“Yeah. Yeah, definitely. 4.5 stars, at least.”

“No full 5?”

“I only test drove him once that’s – not enough for a full review.”

You both laugh.

“Thank you so much, Lexi, you’re taking SUCH a weight of my shoulder. I was so nervous , but now that I know that I can use my strengths in this job – and the interview, I am so relieved.”

She hugs you and you feel her heavy tits press against yours. You hope she gets the job, she would make nice work friend. You gather your courage.

“As you’re not opposed to sex at the workplace….would you like me to relax you some more? You still have an hour to go…”

She looks at you and smiles.

“Want to know why I quit my last job?”

You're caught a bit of guard by the change of topic

“Uh. Sure…”

“I got a new boss. A woman. And I…”