Young and Innocent

You sit alone at your computer in a medium sized room with several other computers arrayed across a large table. It’s six ‘o’ clock and the co-workers who you share the office with have left save for the new girl, John, who had been called away by your boss ten minutes ago. Like her, you have stayed behind to finish some paperwork though looking across at her vacant spot at the desk you can see she has a lot more to do than you.

You can just about hear the bustling of Friday afternoon chatter in the main office hall outside when the clear and abrupt sound of Cassandra, the head of department and your boss, cuts the atmosphere with her overpowering voice.

"Come on John, you've been at this company for four weeks now you should know how to do this.”

The shouting outside doesn’t grab much of your attention, it’s nothing new, you’ve over-heard the same conversation several times today. Cassandra had called John to her office more times than you could count and each and every instance had ended with the young girl being reproached at a volume which the entire building couldn’t fail to notice.

You almost feel sorry for her. It was hard for a new employee to learn the ropes at this company, not least in sales where the people you work with often refuse to help you as a matter of self preservation. John never did seem confident enough to make it as a saleswoman and you figured she got the job purely based on her looks, which she certainly did have. But even then she didn’t know how to use them. Many woman in sales can wrap clients around their fingers by simply flicking their hair back and bashing their sultry eyes. John had all the assets to do the same but was clearly just an innocent girl and unsure how that game worked.

Unlike the others on the sales team you had been at least kind towards her. You even gave her one of your clients to help her along, just a small time cheapskate who was worth nothing to you, but in her ignorance she had taken the gesture as a huge favour and subsequently looked to you when she needed help. You begin to ponder if it was a good idea at all, you don’t want to be slowed down. Maybe you can handle it? She might not be here much longer anyway. Or is this going to start wearing on you? You’re unsure.

As you wonder to yourself you see John walk past the office window which looks out over the main office hall, clearly trying to hide her dejection from the others out there with her head held low. The door opens and she walks in, you can’t help but admire her looks momentarily.

She is young, nineteen perhaps, blonde hair falling to her mid back. She’s wearing a very suggestive short black skirt and her white blouse is unbuttoned to allow a generous glimpse of her ample sized breasts, perked up by her bra. The clothing certainly didn’t suggest an innocent girl, if anything it suggested someone who knew she had it and knew how to show it off. But it was a world away from how she looked when she started four weeks ago, from what you had gathered Cassandra had told her to slut up her appearance in order to make sales. The look was finished off with dark black eye-liner which, at the sight of your “friendly” face, starts to run with the stream of tears which begin gushing from her eyes.

She walks over to you and you just about manage to get to your feet before she wraps her arms around you. You stand still in her embrace slightly bemused and are hesitant to do anything besides reach over to the nearby cord and close the window blinds, noticing the few workers outside who haven’t yet left for home are now gazing straight at you. She lessens her grip slightly and backs away enough to look you in the eye…