The Long Term Option 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.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. All copies must be of the complete document. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

“Milly come with me please, just to the door.” Whilst Sonia, Jessica’s older sister, felt she was bound to get the job, she needed support whilst she did the written tests so Milly had agreed. Now she was sat in reception, the receptionist had told her Sonia would be about two hours whilst she did the tests and Milly hadn’t thought to bring a book with her. In fact it had taken all her time to get Sonia to the written tests.

As Samantha greeted the receptionist, she intercepted a look about the scruffy girl sat in reception. Monday morning it might be but she’d been in the office until seven the previous evening tidying things up and making sure the presentation would go smoothly and the girl sitting in reception wouldn’t help the company image with the VIPs who were coming to the presentation. “Would you like to come and wait in my office?” she asked “Well if it’s no trouble, I’m waiting for Sonia to do some written tests for a job.” Samantha hustled her out of reception and into her office with the words “Come and wait in a bit of comfort, the receptionist will give us a ring when your friend is free.” She picked up a coffee on the way for herself and gave Milly a company visitor mug before guiding the way into her office.

She looked round for something to occupy Milly and passed her an old paper mainframe aptitude test, “You have an hour to fill in all the answers.” She turned away and caught up with her emails. An hour later Milly was stood at her desk, “I’ve finished it. They ask odd sort of questions don’t they, about which things should be grouped together.” Sam glanced through the first sheet, the answers looked correct. She got the answer sheet out and carefully went through the results, 123 marks, and she’d thought it was only marked out of a 100, she’d certainly never seen one higher than 85. “Are you looking for work yourself?” “Yes but I’m not clever like Sonia, at least not for an office job, my marks in English and stuff weren’t good enough so I’m on the waiting list at the local supermarket.” Sam pulled up the appropriate form. “Could you fill this in for me?” Milly wanting to be helpful did as she was bid. Sam printed it off then had her sign it. “Right you as of tomorrow morning you are a CS-1 term, I’ll arrange an advance on pay for you that will be payable at the end of the first week. Right now unless you have an extensive wardrobe I think we’ll go shopping for a few basics to be worn in the office.” “What about Sonia?” Sonia she’d forgotten about her. She picked up the phone and spoke to the receptionist. “She’s just about finished so we can meet her in reception.”

Sonia was surprised to see Milly with a smartly dressed female. “Hi how did you get on with the tests?” asked Milly “They asked such difficult questions but they said they’d let me know. Thanks for coming with me.” “Oh no trouble at all. Sam here kept me amused with some sort of questionnaire as well to pass the time. I think she wants me to do some shopping.” “I’ll leave you then and go meet the gang.”

Samantha picked out a wardrobe that would blend in with the normal office wear. Milly looked at the clothes, “They don’t look very fashionable do they. I mean you wouldn’t even get noticed in these. Couldn’t I wear one or two skirts that show my thighs and bum off a bit more? I mean to say they’re my best features.” “The idea is to look professional.” “Oh tart like, we’ll you’d want to show a bit more of your up fronts now wouldn’t you. You might as well be a nun wearing these, or are they sort of odd in the office and into nun outfits?” Samantha counted to ten “You’d just got a job as a trainee programmer so the idea is you blend into the woodwork and we train you. After a couple of years then we promote you to become a programmer.” “Wouldn’t I be better off as a cashier? It's only two days training?” Samantha told her how much trainee programmers made and how much programmers made.

“Well for that sort of money I’ll happily wear nothing at all.” Samantha just paid for the clothes and took her to a nearby coffee bar to try and explain about how they were only interested in her brain and not how she dressed. “You mean I just have to think things up and I get paid for it?” Samantha nodded. “Wow, that’s different. I always thought you had to drop your knickers or work in noisy, smelly places to earn good money like this.”

The next morning Milly turned up dressed in the sort of clothes that blended in with the office furniture. Samantha had forgotten all about her in the excitement of hearing how well the presentation had gone until she stood before her. “Oops I’d forgotten all about you, come with me and I’ll find you somewhere to sit whilst I sort out some training courses for you.” Milly obediently followed. Samantha put her head round a few cubicles then withdrew shaking it slightly. She even went as far as the office next to the lab, perhaps Stephen won’t mind if she parked Milly there for an hour or two whilst she found somewhere more permanent. She motioned Milly to a chair in front of a desk covered with magazines. “I’ll just leave you here whilst I sort out something more permanent.” She beamed at Stephen as she walked out. You never really knew with Stephen what he’d do. He was an oddity who liked to get deeply into things and didn’t like surprises. Still if he got interested in something, he could be the most productive programmer she had but you just didn’t quite know quite what he’d come out with next.

Milly picked up the magazine in front of her. Linux Weekly, she skimmed through the pages no fashion, no gossip about film stars, no sports sections, no agony Aunt columns or health advice. She glanced round the office, no one who looked like they want to talk either. Oh well, she’d read what was in front of her and maybe it might make sense eventually.

Fifteen minutes later Stephen got up from his desk and walked across carrying two mugs with Microsoft in large letters on the side. He spoke one word “Coffee.” as he passed her and started down the corridor. When she caught up with him he handed her one mug, but still said nothing. Milly wondered if he was the strong silent type hero of her romances but on consideration he really didn’t look that strong, not the type who worked out at the gym for an hour every day then.

They filled their coffee mugs in silence and sat at one of the tables. “So what’s your claim to fame?” He asked. What to answer? “I came with a friend whilst she wrote some sort of test to be a clerk and Samantha gave me some sort of Mainframe aptitude test to keep me occupied, when she looked at the result she offered me a job as a trainee programmer starting this morning.” “What sort of score did you get?” He asked disinterestedly “A hundred and twenty-three.” Suddenly he perked up and seemed very interested in her, as if she was wearing a really expensive attention-getting dress and had grown two cup sizes. Milly searched his face for signs of insanity. Still, apart from wearing an old-fashioned shirt he looked sane. She knew all about guys professing to be interested in your mind. Her friend Ashley who didn’t have two brain cells to rub together was a sucker for anyone who praised her mind rather than her D cup breasts, so she felt flattered that he was so obviously interested in her body.

“Right these are called transformation stubs, all you have to do is extract the information for each field from the input file and perform some transformations.” Wow he was talking to her. She pressed her thigh against his. “You’re not supposed to do that during office hours.” “Don’t you like it?” “Yes but its distracting if I have work to do afterwards.” “OK I’ll be good.” She looked through the list and spotted a couple that matched “So I link these two together correct?” “Correct.” Stephen returned to his desk and worked away quietly. Milly thought he doesn’t talk much but picked out the simple fields she could do until she got to the end when she looked up. Steve returned went through her work and showed her how to do the next type and so it went on for the rest of the day. Milly found the work sort of interesting a bit like a crossword puzzle when you had to fit all the bits together after sorting them first.

“Time to go home.” Milly looked up. “Really the time seems to have flown.” “That’s usually a good sign. You've not done badly today.” Milly bounced up and hugged an unsuspecting Steve. “Well you haven’t got any more work to do and I like hugs.” “From anyone?” “No just nice people.” Steve blushed and tapped her behind “Time to go home, young lady.”

In the elevator Samantha bumped into him. “I think I’ve found her a more permanent space from tomorrow.” “No need she can stay, in fact if you want the project speeded up it would be better if she was permanent, it might give her more commitment.” “What about her training courses?” “I can train her as she goes along and we can see what she needs when the project is finished, Good Night.”

Samantha shook her head, oh well you never knew with Stephen, she remembered the time when one of the senior managers had asked if he could oversee his son to give him some work experience. It had been a total disaster. Stephen could be a little blunt at times. Still his track record was good and she wanted the project finished as quickly as it could be done safely. She decided she needed to take a couple of days off to make up for the weekend. The presentation had gone well so she left a voice mail for her assistant with instructions to make Milly permanent.

The next morning Milly was interrupted by an admin person who wanted her to sign a new letter of offer making her permanent. She signed then called Sonia. “Sonia what’s the difference between permanent and temporary?” “Night and day, when you’ve done four or five years temporary and they really like you, you might get offered a permanent job.” “So it’s like good then?” “Yeah real good, something to look forward to in five years time. You know I can’t believe they started you yesterday and they still haven’t called me.” Milly smiled to herself. “Thanks Sonia.”

That evening as she hugged Stephen she murmured “Thank you” and kissed him firmly on the lips as she pressed her body against him. She liked the feel of his hard muscles against her.

On Thursday Steve mentioned he was going to do a major data import over the weekend. “Could I watch?” “Well you could, I suppose. Actually it might be interesting to watch and another pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt but it’s in batches and I’ll be running it from home since it needs checking roughly every three hours to make sure the batch went through.” “If I bring my sleeping bag and toothbrush?” She held her breath. She had enough time to do some emergency shopping before the weekend but what to buy? “OK bring them into the office tomorrow. It pays overtime by the way.”

She thought about her underwear, no longer white and pristine but more a sort of slightly grubby off-white and the lace trim had seen better days. She borrowed some money off her mom promising faithfully to pay her back at month end, but what to wear and what to buy? In the end she settled on her normal clothes she was comfortable in not the office standard no sex stuff, but the nightdress and underwear decision was much more difficult. Eventually just as the store was closing she settled on a fine cotton nightdress from the Bridal section that looked almost demur and nonthreatening at first until you noticed the slits at the side. Panicking as the sales assistant looked like she was about to throw her out she grabbed a matching set lingerie set in her size on a hanger marked down to half price and then 30% off again. The colour was perfect against her skin. The bored assistant picked up a pair of silk stockings from beneath the counter “It comes complete with a complementary pair of stockings. Know your size?” Milly gave a frightened look and the till girl eyed her up and down. “My guess is a size nine and a half, long, we only have seamless black in that size.” She slid everything into a paper carrier bag with the store’s logo on the side. Milly was mortified by the idea that everyone would know what she’d been buying as she carried the bag home.

At home after looking through her wardrobe she settled on a long sleeved navy blue blouse that was almost sheer but had strategically placed pockets on the chest and a short tartan pleated skirt that showed off her legs. Well she reasoned having both top and bottom on display might give the right impression, oops wrong impression. She observed that men were funny like that they seemed to like a mixture of exposed flesh and covered-upness. She transferred everything to her faithful school back pack rolling up her old sleep-over sleeping bag up tight first then carefully wrapping the clothes round it so they wouldn’t crease too much. She thought the underwear and stockings would be too fussy for the office so slipped them in as well.

Friday she quietly matched field names and wrote the transformations all day in fact she hadn’t realised how much time had flown when Steve approached and mentioned it was time to go home.

She looked round the apartment and mentally rearranged the furniture, it felt friendly somehow. “I’ll get busy in the kitchen and make supper.” “Need any help?” “No it’s just empty the boxes into dishes then warm them up in the microwave. I have a teenager who drops by and refills my freezer every month.” “Mind if I slip into something more comfortable?” Steve’s head popped out the kitchen door with a leering expression. “I meant more comfortable as in more comfortable than office uniform not as in an indecent sheer negligee.” “For a moment I thought my luck was in.” She put her tongue out at him and stalked into the bedroom he indicated with her back pack.

Drat the knickers didn’t have a cotton lining, she thought about using a hankie but then realised it wasn’t terribly glamorous if he managed to find a hankie lining her knickers. She’d just have to hope she wasn’t too moist. She looked at the complicated set of straps to hold the stockings up and thought she’d better put them on first in case she wanted to go to the bathroom. She rolled the stockings up her legs and struggled with the snaps, God how her grandmother must have suffered in the sixties. Oh well it was all for fashion she supposed. The skirt came next. It looked good over the black stockings. She rolled the waistband over a couple of turns as she usually did and looked in the full length mirror. Bother she was showing bare thigh above her stocking tops. She unrolled the waistband.

Next came the bra, she clipped it in place then tried to pull the cups up over her nipples. Why on earth would someone make a bra that didn’t cover your nipples? The pockets on her long sleeved blouse would cover them up anyway. She wondered out just as Stephen opened the lap top, “Oh good you can double check me as I set the first batch off.” He turned and looked her over, “You know you surprise me, I expected a skirt three or four inches shorter.” Milly made a small curtsey “I’ll see what I can do to accommodate your request sir in future. What are we eating?” “I thought a number four.” He looked at her puzzled expression. “My teenager makes different meals up I just call them number one, two, three, four etc. Number one is a bit spicy, number two is onion flavoured but number four is the best of the lot.” He served two plates up then looked round to find her a chair. “I know there’s supposed to be four matching ones here somewhere. Ah there’s one holding up the CD player.” He scooped a silver box off the chair and placed it on the floor, “I don’t have many guests in fact you’re the first for must be over a year now and even she was mother coming to check up on my laundry.” Milly felt a warm glow inside, no girl friend or wife then.

He dived into the kitchen just as the room was plunged into darkness. Outside Milly could see everyone else’s lights had gone out as well. Stephen came out clutching a torch, a bottle of wine and two glasses. He looked round and dug out two candles from a cupboard and after lighting them switched off the torch. Dinner, a chicken based casserole perhaps, was delicious.

They heard the hum from the refrigerator first about the same time as the street lights reappeared. Steve pulled out a lap top and with Milly looking over his should set off the next batch. “Tea, Coffee, perhaps a bit of music electricity permitting of course?” “I’d like that, but this time I’ll just perch on your lap just to save hunting out another chair.” She liked the music, it was nothing like her usual listening fodder, when she mentioned she didn’t think it was in the top ten he’d replied he thought it had been in 1920. She stayed quiet after that and just snuggled up to him. He was different in that he hadn’t even attempted to put his finger up her fanny although they’d been alone for more than five minutes. That showed proper respect she thought, although she wouldn’t mind a bit more interest. Finally he tentatively placed his hand on her thigh.

Finally a move, well she knew exactly how to escalate it from there. She'd have him with his finger up her in no time. She covered his hand with hers and moved it down her leg until it was resting against her knee. “Not so high sir.” She protested then wiggled slightly and it seemed in no time at all his hand was resting on her thigh with his thumb stroking over her skirt.

“There seems to be some sort of bump just here.” His hand slid under her skirt and his thumb brushed against her garter bet’s strap. Milly leaned into him and kissed him. “I thought it was a 1920’s night tonight and stockings are what they wore in the twenties.” She added practising her wide-eyed innocent look on him.

He shook his head “What am I going to do with you?” “Well after a romantic candle light dinner, plus a double bed not a 100 miles away a girl can get her hopes up and if you’re really desperate for inspiration I brought along my old sex education handbook from school, it lists a 101 ways but I don’t think all of them are totally suitable. I mean I’m not even sure I can ride a rocking horse at the best of times. You’re looking a bit warm at the moment why don’t I undo your shirt?” She leant back and proceeded to undo his shirt buttons slowly one at a time, running her fingers through his hairs on his chest. Steve returned the favour to discover her very low cut bra. He looked at her inquisitively. “It was on sale, a real bargain, a full matching set, price reduced, it was close to closing time, besides the colour looks good on me. I just didn’t realise it was quite so low cut until I changed into it this evening.” “Stand up.” Milly stood. “Undo your skirt so I can see the rest of the ensemble.” “Yes sir.” She pouted and put out her tongue but pooled her skirt and waist slip anyway.

She adored his look of lust and admiration. He reached out and ran his finger over the bow on the front. “Does this undo then?” “I shouldn’t think so, usually they’re stitched, I mean why would you want a bow that undid on the front?” He pulled with both hands and the bow came undone, not only that but in pulling from either side his fingers appeared to have pulled the knickers in two, a long slit opened up giving access to her most intimate parts. “Well that’s certainly a lot more interesting than a skirt that shows another three or four inches of thigh. Now where did you say the bedroom was?” He twirled his imaginary moustache. Milly turned bright red with embarrassment. “It’s not what you’re thinking at all. I really didn’t realise they were that sort of undergarment. Besides which you can’t scoop me off to bed because the lap top has just beeped to say it’s finished another batch.”

They checked the latest results then satisfied they submitted yet another job. “Now then sir is this a short or long term relationship?” “What’s the difference?” “If it's short term I have to dig out a condom I’ve been carrying round in my bag just in case for three years, I wonder if they have a sell or use by date? If it's long term I don’t have to bother since I’ve been on the pill for years.” He looked at her “Ever since Liz got drunk at some jock’s party and got banged up. She didn’t even know who to send the bill for the abortion to until I got some hair samples and arranged a DNA comparison to the foetus. I don’t see the point of getting drunk first. I mean to say if you’re going to have sex you might as well enjoy it. Anyway I went on the pill then just in case. Oh and given the choice between sharing a room at home with a sister who borrows my clean clothes and returns them dirty or moving in here I’d prefer to move in here.”

“Looks like it's to be the long term option then doesn’t it.”