Fired!

Hello, I'm John Davis, 23 years old. It's my first day in my new job. I'm dressed comfortably in a cotton t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and sneakers. I'll have to thank my girlfriend, Doe Miller, for this job. She managed to convince her aunt, Linda Wilson, into giving me a chance.

I've been with Doe for the last six months. She's witty and unpredictable. But I like the way she tries to understand every situation. She always says that there's more than two sides to an event. It's probably influenced by her schooling, since she's studying at the university to be a psychologist.

Me, I intend to study engineering when I have saved enough. I love to toy around with machines, whether mechanical or virtual. I'm not really choosy about where I work. I believe I can always learn the ropes, given enough time.

Linda is unit manager at an international courier company. She is Doe's mom's younger sister. She tends to be cranky at times, but when she's nice, she's really nice.

Right now, I'm in the hallway fronting Linda's office. Her back is turned towards me and I can't help but notice how her cream-colored two-piece dress suit has emphasized the expanse of her derriere. My mind just can't help but imagine how tight her ass would feel. She's busy introducing me to the other employees present. It looks like a sorority to me, as I don't see any male employees.

There's Eva, dressed in a similar cream-colored suit, but with a lower neckline, showcasing her ample cleavage. She's seated below me, to my left. I can't stop myself from making occasional glances down her blouse. How I'd love to insert my cock between her orbs. She's the customer support representative.

Then there's Janet, the warehouse manager. She's dressed in a blue cowl-neck blouse and a pair of black form-fitting jeans that draw attention to her slim frame-- and her camel toe. Standing beside her, Maya, who's in a flesh-colored sleeveless cropped sweater, is a sorter who was hired just a month earlier. Her being somewhat flat-chested is compensated by her well-toned leg muscles showing through her brown tights, which also highlights the shape of her slit.

And finally, there's Greta, who's in-charge of delivery. Her tank-topped statuesque frame is enshrouded by a gray flyaway cardigan and a blue corduroy mini-skirt. .

Oona, another customer support representative, and Maureen, a warehouse sorter, will be arriving later in the afternoon.

I'll be working under Janet as a sorter or assist Greta with the deliveries. Linda finally asks me, "So where do you want to start, John?" I look at her questioningly. She continues, "There's a new arrival in the warehouse that needs to be sorted and there's a truckload of stuff that needs to be delivered today."