Helene turns from the window and looks at me lying on the bed. Her naked body silhouetted against the light. Last time I saw her her blonde hair dropped in a long fashionably tangled V down her back. Now it is cut into a rough bob. It suits her. She walks over to the bed
My secretary, Lynda Billings, is very efficient. She manages to keep on top of all my appointments and sees to it that my calendar doesn’t get too hectic — which, when you’re in middle management in the computer industry, is no small task. I suppose most would call her attractive — she’s 5’10, brunette hair
The guys said it first: Shoe Bitch. After that the chicks ran with it. It became my official title. I was really Nikki’s assistant. The job had a practical aspect to it. Nikki convinced the company to supply shoes for her. She made the case that women execs were impressed when she showed up in
I had just agreed to being Mr. Chuck’s Personal Assistant despite not having the courage to apply for it and followed that with bringing Mrs. Chuck to her first girl-girl orgasm. Mr. Chuck rose from the couch where he had been holding his wife while she orgasmed on my mouth, tongue, and fingers. I stood
I’m Terri. I’m 24 years old, and I’m a receptionist in a large insurance company. Physically, I’m in great shape, taking aerobics three times a week and tanning whenever I get the chance. I’ve always been well-endowed, having a 36D bust. Factor in my shoulder length blonde hair and I guess you would have your
Jess was puttering around her “office” not really doing much. There were no expense reports since the first supplies shipment wasn’t do for two more days and the excavations hadn’t really started. They had been delayed while negotiating with the local tribe. Ron walked into the tent. “You ready to go?” he asked. “Go where?”
Samantha stared blankly at the trade magazine in her lap, the words swimming randomly in front of her eyes like drops of rain rolling up a windshield coated with Rain-X. She hated these late-night conference calls with the Hong Kong office. They were so unproductive lately. Everyone was still nervous about the Chinese. Not that
At a few minutes to five, Michael switched off the computer on his desk. It had been a dull day, and he’d passed the time surfing the web, especially the porn sites. He’d found a picture series of a couple having sex in an elevator, and for some reason that had really turned him on.
Allison was a pretty girl, a young newlywed enjoying herself at my party with her uncouth husband. I had hired her as a receptionist just two months before. She was a natural: a woman with a pleasant phone voice, a good personality that worked well with others and who was always bright and cheerful. Sure,
As I walked into John’s office, the first thing that I noticed was his desk. It was littered with books and papers and computer disks. The second thing that I noticed was that he was not in it. I took a moment to refresh my lipstick, a bright shade of red, and returned to the
Part 1-Office Respite ——————— “Yes, sir. I completely understand. I’ll have it done for you when you come in first thing tomorrow morning.” I lowered the phone from my ear and will depressing the end button to end the call, my other hand ran through my short black hair and I exhaled a soft sigh
Chris Yung was starting his new job at the Walker Co. he would be working in I.T. dept Chris was twenty five , kinda small but very smart . He was called to Matt Willis office, something was wrong with the computer, as he was walking to the office he would hear guys whistle,they all
“Kari?” She turned at her desk, away from the old-model computer that frequently gave us both fits. Her eyes found mine and she was listening. “Yes?” “That’s — that’s something I should probably say to you,” I said. “Do you mind?” Her light eyes turned quizzical. “What do you mean? Go ahead. What?” Kari had
I am a First Secretary at our Embassy, one of several such diplomats who are next rank down from the Ambassador himself. That means I have to tread the cocktail circuit a fair bit, which frankly is a bore. It sounds great to be out partying as a profession, but unfortunately you have to stay
Where I work, I am one of only 3 men. The rest of the staff are women. The company requires that we work some nights. I prefer nights because number one, there is less work to do, and number two, there is really no one who supervises us so we can pretty much do what