To Twenty Five

The elevator is crowded with surprisingly attractive people. The door dings at twelve and a gorgeous red head with pale skin in a very tight black skirt practically dances through the crowd and off the elevator. You admire her grace.

The elevator dings again and the door opens. You swear you hear screams. You aren’t quite sure whether they are screams of pleasure or pain. They are strangely compelling and you nearly step off the elevator to check them out.

Fortunately, the door closes before your curiosity gets the better of you.

The elevator stops at twenty five, dings and opens.

“Excuse me.”

You squirm your way toward the exit. One blondes enormous breasts poke into your back. You are surprised at her rock hard nipples poking your back.

You step off and take a deep breath as the door closes behind you.

Waiting there is a middle aged brunette.. unlike most of the women here she looks ordinary. She wears a classic pants suite that actually covers most of her body. Her breasts are normal sized. Her face is pretty, but there are some wrinkles around her eyes.

“Gracie?”

“Yes, that’s me!” You say emoting excitement.

“I’m Davis, I’ll be your boss. It’s about time. We’re overwhelmed up here. EvilGlam is selling like crazy.”

“EvilGlam?”

“Yes, it’s The Company’s first blockbuster product. I’ll have some freebies and swag on your desk by end of day.”

“Thanks.”

“Let me take you to your cube. You have a ton of reading.”

You follow her to a set of six cubes. Three are filled.

“Gracie, this Hunter.” She lets you shake hands with a muscular, short brown haired, recent graduate. “This is Marsha.” Marsha glares at you while you shake. Her black lipstick coated lips make her look standoffish, despite a sexy elegance. “This is Moon.” You shake hands with a petite blonde. Her smile is bubbly, she wears loose comfy clothes, and seems to not believe in shaving.

“Have a seat. I’m sure the crew will help you if you need it. The product specs and initial marketing material is there. Get familiar with it. Oh, and avoid Charles from sales. He’s a player.”

You nod and take a seat. You begin reading.