Halsteed Engineering by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

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Luv Karen

It just wasn’t my day, I’d visited fourteen companies that looked like they employed engineers looking for a summer job and found two hundred and ninety-three people had been there before me.  It wasn’t even my month.  The rat Jason had dumped me three weeks before.  He wanted to spend more quality time with his “new” car and to top it all my dad’s company was realigning its workforce to take advantage of new upcoming opportunities which mum said was double talk for getting rid of people.  Did that mean I could enrol at the local University or not?  I hate not knowing what is happening sometimes.  Well down to the very last one, Halsteed Engineering, I’d come across it’s web site but its postal address had been an image so the web crawlers couldn’t find it.  I got to the house, house that can’t be right can it?  I looked at the picture of the postal address again, well it was the right address.  I rang the bell. “Halsteed Engineering?”  I asked.

The guy looked at me blankly for a moment or two then asked “What can I do for you?”  “I’m looking for a summer job.”  Behind him I could hear a kettle starting to whistle.  “Come in the kettle’s boiling and I’m just about to make a mug of coffee.”  Wow first time I’d been offered a coffee on my job hunt.  I perched on one of those high kitchen stools and as his back was turned from me undid the large pin that held my wrap over kilt together at the hem and slipped it in my bag as I fished out my CV.  I reached forward for the coffee mug and managed to slide my thigh out between the edges of my kilt as I reached forward.  Wrap over skirts have always been a favourite of mine as they give you so much more control over just how much leg you show.  The coffee wasn’t bad, I dived in my bag again and came up with my CV, not that it had much on it of course other than my high maths and science scores.  “Why Halsteed Engineering?”  “I want to study engineering and I thought I might pick stuff up whilst here.”  Well I could hardly say he was the last one on my list now could I?  “Practically anywhere else would pay more.”  “Practically anywhere else doesn’t have any summer jobs.”  I replied exasperated. “We don’t exactly have separate washrooms etc. here.”  “I do know to put the seat down.”  His nose twitched, I kid you not, “OK minimum wage, thirty five hours a week.”   Well I wasn’t going to make my fortune here that was clear but hey it was engineering and not flipping burgers.  “Start in the morning?”  I nodded my agreement.

The next morning I arrived early bright eyed and bushy tailed.  “Well let’s show you what Halsteed Engineering actually does.  We have a web site and basically you fill the orders from the parts' drawers downstairs, drop them in a padded envelope and drop them in the post.”  Sounded simple enough to me.  “I’ll show you how to do the first one then I’ll just double check them to see you’d done them correctly after that.”  There were just three orders on the web site and soon I had them packaged up.  “And then?”  “Oh we just wait for more orders to come in.”  He found me some bumf on the security bolts we sold, yes it was interesting for the first ten minutes but after that it got a bit repetitive.  Eventually I went out and sat in the garden for most of the day.  We got another order in midafternoon.  I sort of shrugged my shoulders at the end of the day and thought it must be a slow day.  Bob was playing on his computer doing something mysterious with those wireframe things that you see sometimes.  The next day I weeded the flower beds in the garden after I’d done the two orders that were sitting on the web site in the morning.  Thursday it was raining so I pottered in the kitchen, there weren’t any orders at all on Thursday, still Bob liked the food I prepared.  Friday there were five orders and then I finished weeding the garden.  Bob let me off early at two p.m.

Monday was much the same six orders had built up over the weekend. They took me twenty minutes to put together.  Bob went off somewhere and it was raining again so I dusted and vacuumed the house for something to do praying that mom never found out I could be so domesticated.  Besides it gave me an excuse to explore the house and guess what I found a sewing machine.  Tuesday I was so bored I sewed on four shirt buttons and then whilst I had the machine out I shortened the hem on three summer dresses I just happened to have taken over there in my bag.  Well mom can be so stodgy about hem lengths and I don’t like to appear dowdy after all.  I found a full length mirror and tried them on.  Being rather light material I thought they looked better without a bra, well I’m not over endowed as it were and glancing over my shoulder I thought hipster knickers looked better than a thong from the back, they added a bit of interest, besides mother frowns on too many thongs in the washing saying they’re immodest.

That evening I found out that dad’s company is shutting down the local office and consolidating at a different one.  The good news is he is one of the few to be transferred, the bad news is I was planning to live at home to keep costs down and the new office is not close to anything offering engineering.   I had a think about Halsteed Engineering, like the average order was like $45 I mean the profit margin on our daily three orders of $45 wasn’t going to cover even thirty-five hours of minimum wage, sometimes life really sucks, still he hadn’t fired me yet and you never know the number of orders might suddenly surge upwards. 

Wednesday Bob pulled up the ledgers and together we went through what a sales ledger was, what a purchase ledger was, then we got into the general ledger.  I felt like an accountant by the time he’d given me an overview.  I asked him if I needed to know all this.  “If you can handle the books as well as the engineering side it gives you a major advantage, either you can see if there is money available so is the project worth pursuing or sometimes you can get an idea that there is money available so you can grab it for your project before anyone else spots it.”  Sounded devious and underhand to me, still he was paying to teach me so I just listened carefully.  Oh and we had two orders come in, big ones $55 each.

Thursday Bob was out in the morning so I got out the sewing machine and made up a string bikini with a tiny remnant I’d found.  As long as I didn’t go in the water, it should be fine but unlined I had a suspicion it might go a bit see through if it got wet.  After lunch I changed into my new bikini and took out a bath towel and some suntan lotion, with a high SP factor, well I enjoy basking in the sun but don’t like turning red or burning.  I lay down on my tummy and asked Bob nicely to do my back.  I think the sun must have been super warming as I felt myself melt from the inside out.  “The bottle says its supposed to be rubbed in well.” I reminded him as he looked as if he was going to move those wonderful fingers from my shoulders and back of neck.  My bum was barely covered, well it had a string going between my cheeks so that got well massaged, I mean rubbed in.  I rolled over so he could do the other side, I hadn’t realised that toes and feet were part of my erogenous zones before.  He worked his way up my body and was just about to finish by smoothing the lotion on my neck when I panicked and asked him to just work a little bit under the edge of my top in case it slipped and the sun got in.  I did a little wiggle and somehow his fingers slipped either side of my nipple.  “Mmm that’s a good idea my nipples are sensitive, don’t forget the instructions say rub well in.”  I could have lain there forever but those magic fingers of his seemed to be retreating again.  “Just under the top of my bottoms please.”  “Don’t you think it would be more appropriate if you did it yourself?”  “What and get my fingers all icky, yours already are.”  He made a face honestly I ask you isn’t it a management responsibility to make sure their staff are fully protected from the environment?  But he was good and slipped his fingers down the first quarter of an inch just above my clit, I wiggled again and his finger was over my sopping wet slit.  Another couple of wiggles and his finger was inside me.  He looked at me, “I know I know the instructions say rub it well in.”  I smiled at him and had a nice comfortable big O if you know what I mean.  Afterwards I felt so sleepy I pulled my big sun hat down over my nose and went to sleep.  Oh and my bikini goes transparent with suntan lotion, oops.

The next morning we both seemed more reserved in our manner.  I was embarrassed over my behaviour and couldn’t think how to face him.  I even wore one of my summer dresses I hadn’t shortened with a slip as penance.  Oh and we had just one order come in on the web site.  I popped it in the mail and brought back the post.  Can you imagine people still send letters?  One was from the city.  The other had the local university logo on it.  When I handed them to him he handed me one back saying “one each?”  Whatever.  “What’s yours say?”  I asked as I wondered into the kitchen to get a knife to open mine with.  “Annual property tax bill will be $4,328.67 next year.”  “Yours?”  I opened it “As requested we have reserved a spot on a suitable course for your employee.  First day will be September 3rd please ask them to bring this letter with them when they report."  "Employee I didn’t think you had any apart from me?”  “Well I thought your job performance might improve with a few courses.”  A suspicion ran through my mine.  “How long are these courses?”  “About four years normally I believe.”  “And do I get a certificate at the end?”  “Some sort of B.Eng. I think.”  I went and sat on his lap and kissed him, four years of paid courses I liked the sound of that.  “But Halsteed Engineering doesn’t make enough money to pay for it?”  “Well its only a side line I needed some security bolts and the only way to get them was to open up a distributorship that imported them from Germany but that was some time ago.  I haven’t drawn any money from the company so it might as well pay your University fees and give you a bit of pocket money at the same time.  They’ll only tax me if I draw it out of the company.”  I had a sudden thought where would I live with parents moving at the end of the summer.  I scooted off his lap and went down on my knees and unzipped him.  I had him in my mouth in seconds.  “There’s no need.”  He started to say, I paused “Yes there is I need somewhere cheap to stay so this is to put you in the right mood and we can talk about the details in bed afterwards.”  Men, they just have no idea.  