Memories 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

Another temporary job but at least I had the choice of two this time. One looked interesting as in interesting it might lead somewhere and would look good on my CV. At least they were both terms which meant I counted as an internal employee as far as the competitions went. I drifted down to talk about the first one and found the boss looked kind of cute so for the next twelve months home sweet home was a PC stuck on a second desk in my boss’s cubical and it wasn’t large to start with. Still I get engrossed in my work so it wasn’t too bad and the project was intriguing. Mike explained the basics to me then let me get on with it rather than micromanaging as some guys do. He even made coffee occasionally, my kind of boss. Even so I still entered every internal competition for either a permanent or term job that I could find.

The office was across the hall from another section that had something to do with drinking water research, and one day I was surprised to see Lauren’s distinctive red head with green stripes bopping up and down almost as if she was kneeling and, Ohmygod no she couldn’t be. I froze with shock, luckily Mike came up behind me, slid his arm round my waist and guided me back to our cubical. Well our, I’d moved two house plants onto the window sill to stake out my territory. He sat me down “It’s nothing to worry about just Lauren’s way of making sure she gets another temporary contract.” I looked at him, “I hate to say it but I prefer staff who can think and do the job rather than just look pretty. Perhaps I should rephrase that as well as looking pretty?” I looked hard at him again, “Go on see if you can dig yourself in any deeper.” Well at least he grinned. We got on pretty well, I even managed a lingering Christmas kiss from you-know-who after I brought in some mistletoe and hung it up discreetly in our office. I used to tease him after that, I brushed against him from time to time and I might nibble his ear lobe from behind and whisper “Is that worth another ten minutes extension?” His reaction was priceless as he attempted to keep a straight office professional look on his face. Lauren’s neck lines plunged even more, I swear she must have used double sided tape to keep her nipples covered, her skirts grew shorter and were more often flared than not and we won’t mention what she wore and put on display underneath still she got her renewal. One of my applications for a permanent job was finally processed and I actually won the competition, I think the other candidates dropped out from old age or exhaustion, the whole process takes so long, months and months. Sabrina dropped me a broad hint that you-know-who was putting through a renewal on my term. Sorry guy but given the choice of a permanent job or a term no way was I taking the term.

My last day, what to wear? I was going to have to break it to him that I’d been offered a permanent job so it was going to be our very last day together. I fancied something a little more elegant than office professional, so the evening before I dug out a flattering summer dress with a flared skirt. Underneath, well I’d give him a treat as it was my last day, a glimpse of stocking top, that is if I could find them. I turned out all my underwear drawers to no avail until finally inspiration arrived and I looked in the shoe box on top of the wardrobe. I swear that shoe box sneaks out in the middle of the night and eats things, more likely its my younger sister organising my possessions again.

I picked up his mug in the kitchen and filled it with coffee just as he likes it and carried it to our office. He looked up as I arrived and passed me an envelope, “I managed to get your term extended.” he offered brightly. I hated myself but it had to be said, “Sorry but I’ve an offer of a permanent job.” He looked so downfallen I almost accepted his term but then sanity prevailed. “What’s your new job doing then?” You could see he was trying show an interest and be polite. “I’m not quite sure, its with air quality division but it’s the same level, just permanent.” He perked up. “You’ve won a competition?” I nodded “That’s wonderful, I’ve just had a permanent position approved now I won’t have to go through the competition process.” I cocked my head and waited for him to explain. “I can staff it from your competition. That’ll save me at least eight months of going through the competition process and all the hassles.” “Oh you mean if I accept?” He looked at me blankly, the balance of power had shifted I wasn’t sure if he’d realised it yet. “You’re going to use your silver tongue to convince me to accept?” He looked at me “What would you have me do get down on bended knee first?” I smiled at him sweetly, he’s so quick on the uptake sometimes. He got down on his knees in front of me and I slipped my panties off and sat on the edge of the office chair parted my thighs, hitched my dress up, showing my stocking tops and a lot more besides as his eyes opened “Now your silver tongue may begin its work, and I want a proper orgasm.” You’ll have to excuse me but just the memory of seeing his head bop up and down between my thighs always has a powerful effect on me.