The Office

I looked up at the small office complex. It certainly didn't look like much, but it represented a big step for me and my professional career. The last few months had been soul-crushing. The worst part wasn't the constant interviews or even the countless rejections - it was when they just didn't bother to let me know how it went. But finally, somehow, I was standing in front of my workplace - which probably sounded more impressive in my head, but it made me feel proud of myself. I could finally start using my savings on rent and food, and save up some money for the future. Not that I had a future yet - still single and in my late twenties, I felt that I had to start thinking about potentially settling down.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the front door to the lobby. The sign next to the elevator proudly displayed my employer's name: "JOHNSON & CLARK OFFICE SUPPLIES". Even though this was a simple administrative job in a relatively small office building, the company was part of a larger multi-national corporation just recently gaining a foothold in America. My duties, for now, were basically managing the state-specific pages on the website and some online social media aspects. This meant that I would be working with both the IT team and the marketing team.

I looked towards the reception desk. Sitting behind the desk was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her long ginger hair framed a cute freckled face, hinting towards some Irish or Scottish ancestry. Her breasts were large and perky, and completely exposed through the clever use of holes in her office attire. I wasn't able to see her lower half, but if I played this right, maybe I would be able to.

"Excuse me, where would I find Mr. Hannigan?"

"His office is on the second floor, last door on your left," the at least partially-naked woman answered while gesturing towards the elevator. "What's your name? I'll let him know you're coming!"