Work!

Jason got to his office in a ten minute stroll from the bus stop, making him a full hour and a half late for work. Ordinarily this would have him freaked out. He was pretty close to being fired for a number of offenses, not all of which were the malign and unfair machinations of his boss Michelle. To be honest, his heart wasn't in it. He felt underappreciated, his talents being wasted on the mundanity of his office work. the only thing that made it bearable and actually got him to work at all was the hotness of his coworkers.

Jason worked in a small office in a shared block with a grand total of 7 staff. All of which apart from he were female. And, all of which were very do-able, although with Jason being significantly older, he had never even gotten close to actually doing any of them. Jason knew that he stuck out quite badly in this workplace, not just by being male and older. For example, his co-workers adhered closely to the requirements of business dress, which he was **** to do, and had completely ignored today having turned up in his jeans, t-shirt and sneakers.

Simone the receptionist was an exemplar for the company. In her plain starched white blouse stretched tightly against her full bosom with her name tag pinned high on her right breast, she greeted him cautiously. He knew under her desk her curved ass would be equally well packed into an immaculately pressed conservative knee length business skirt. Her lipstick was the perfect shade of red, stopping well before the extremes of gaudiness. She almost always wore a welcoming smile, but today she looked concerned "You ok Jason?" She glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Yeah fine.

"Good, but I gotta warn you - Michelle's on the warpath, and it sounds like you're the target. Better get your excuses ready".

"Thanks for the warning Simone", said Jason, appreciating her genuine concern. as far as he could discern Simone didn't have a bad bone in her body. This didn't stop him wanting to bend her over her desk every night on his way out of the office and fucking her hard. "Do you mind if I steal one of these?" he picked up one of the company fliers from her desk.

"Sure".

"Thanks".

"Say, that's a nice pen", she commented when Jason started to write.

On the back of the flier he wrote, _If I ask someone _How's it going? they will tell me their deepest fears, then immediately forget having told me afterwards.

"Thanks", he repeated. "Say, Simone, How's it going?"