The Office

‘Is that the new temp from the agency?’ I ask Jane.

Jane is the office manager, a big old lady with a huge bum which sticks out in such a way you could leave your coffee cup on it while you light a cigarette.

‘Sorry? Oh, it must be, I suppose. I hope she’s better than the last one.’

I watch the curvy blonde girl lower herself into one of the black bucket seats. She’s sitting demurely, knees together with her hands clasped in her lap. Her skirt is a black and white shark tooth pattern, snug around her hips and thighs, ending just below her knees. Even wearing a floaty white blouse I can see that her tits are pretty big, pushed together between her arms. I’m imagining that she’s naked in the cold leather seat. I wonder what her nipples are like, whether her bush is shaved.

‘Who’s doing her induction?’

‘Nobody yet,’ sighs Jane. ‘It’s been crazy here this last few days.’ Jane is always ‘rushed off her feet’ or ‘crazy busy’ or ‘at breaking point.’ She loves to complain about how busy she is despite almost never getting any fucking thing done.

‘Can you do her? Do you have time?’

‘I’d love to. I can make time.’

This girl is easily the highlight of my day. Wavy blonde hair swept back, meticulously effortless. Big innocent blue eyes glancing around nervously. Soft red lips. She’s nibbling her bottom lip. Bored? Anxious? She’s adorable. I smile again, thinking of pressing my lips against hers. She’d be soft and warm, and her mouth would taste of apricots.

She looks over and sees me smiling at her. She smiles back. This is all very twee all of a sudden.

I wonder what she sees? A friendly goth girl giving her a supportive smile of solidarity? A scary looking weirdo staring at her and imagining her naked? I wonder if she thinks I’m pretty. Is she imagining me naked? Trying to picture my nipples, my bush? Oh, darling, just give me a sign, it’s all yours.

She looks away as Jane finishes clattering on her keyboard then sits back on her fat ass as if she’s just stopped the timer on a bomb with one second to spare. She reaches into a desk drawer and hands me a set of forms.

‘She’s all yours. Show her the ropes, just keep her on a tight leash. You know this is a big day.’

Keep her on a tight leash, indeed. A brief image of her, naked, crawling toward me with a collar around her neck. My pussy tingles as I walk to her.