Sarah sat. She sat thinking for the entire bus ride. She didn’t even move when the large wobbly man pushed passed her. Sarah was in deep thought and couldn’t be distracted from this haze. The wobbly man grunted something out loud about rude bitches and squashed into the seat beside her. Not only his seat but half of Sarah’s as well. Sarah was on her way to work. She loved her chosen career but hated her new job, her colleagues, her boss and the dickhead who was assigned to initiate her into this company of squats. He tried hitting on her within the first hour and attacked with a vicious response when Sarah declined his less than hygienic invitation. Sara endures another day.
“Could she change jobs again?” .. thought Sarah as she recoiled from the sheer weight of Mr Wobbly who was proudly crushing her hand bag and thigh with his huge fat arse.
“Could you please get off my bag and sit back in your own seat” .. purred Sarah in her best getting her own way voice. This was the voice she used when negotiating major purchases and it worked a treat.
“Oh, ok” … mumbled Mr Wobbly in his best attempt at being polite.
Strange considering his last guttural utterance. Stupid bitches aren’t normally so nice to him he thought. She probably fancies me. Mr Wobble wasn’t used to polite conversation, he was rude, he expected rude back and normally got it. He was an overweight slob with an attitude that reeked of the extreme unpleasant. Sarah re adjusted her personage and endured what was left of her journey, ignoring the now smiling slob beside her.
It was her stop, and she reached through the fog of extreme unpleasantness and pressed the button. She managed to glide past Mr Wobbly with enough style and grace to impress and left him with a look that would haunt him for a long while. He’d not know if it were a come on or a dismissive smirk. He decided that it was a come on of course, but he was sadly deluded as normal. Sarah managed the disembark and made her way to work. That moronic mentor suddenly appeared at her side and made a lecherous comment about her dress and shoe combination. He’d thought she’d chosen the ensemble for his benefit.
The twat actually thought I’d think of him as I got dressed … thought Sarah.
“No Warren, they were part of my grandmothers best outfit and she’d left them for me.”
Warren looked confused and tried another tactless tact. “So what would you like to do after work Sarah? Would you like to get really drunk and naked with me, maybe at my place ?”
Sarah replied with vigour .. “No Warren, but if you get drunk and naked at your place please take some candid revealing shots so I can use them when I report your behaviour to Mary.”
“Now Piss Off”
Warren wasn’t used such direct dismissal and didn’t want to chance that happening at work. He closed his dirty mouth and walked into work about 5 paces behind Sarah while sulking to his desk. He made coffee and then started thinking how he can get back at Sarah, no-one rejected him like that and she’s not going to get away with it.
Warren was in charge of a group of three eager and very young sales staff and had recently been provided with the adult Sarah to mentor – or so he thought. He’d expected that it was a given she’d be interested in learning from and yearning for, his experience. The three younger employees were spared this egotistical assertion, they were too young and too silly. Sarah seemed just right. Great looks, very smart and very experienced. Actually Sarah could sell rings around Warren and didn’t need any of his bewilderingly amateurish techniques, she had plenty of her own professional well tuned and proven techniques of her own. Her new boss Mary knew that as well, that’s why she was hired. Warren though did not know and blundered on like an idiot, waiting for the savant to kick in.
The day was tedious, very long and at the end – very dramatic. The main boss Mary decided to email everyone a real racy text and photo spread of her weekend away. Of course she’d only meant to send it to her weekend companion but had hit send to all by mistake. The companion noticed the error and had alerted Mary, but alas she could not recall the mass email in time. All the company received it, the 3 hundred hapless souls trapped at work were now reading and watching raw images of the sweaty, lubed up antics of their boss.
The psychical acts were hard to figure out at times due to the camera angle and while some shots were very complimentary, others were not. The Police were called by one employee until she’d realised that it wasn’t spam, but an in-house, in love, intriguing display of manager – employee relations. The sex was that vigorous that some older folk in the office had trouble believing it was real.
Real it was, private it wasn’t and it turned out to be the last time for the lustful participants. Both left soon after and they were never heard of again, they were seen a few times but that was something else. Sarah gasped at her screen, squirmed in her seat and then laughed out loud. Warren was very quiet and didn’t get up to answer the front counter as he should, he remained seated behind the safety of his desk for an unusually long time.
This really improved a “same as always” day and Sarah took the elevator to the ground floor. Just as the door closed a hand scrapped in to reopen it – just in time. It was Warren and he looked very strange and outwardly uncomfortable as he realised it was just he and Sarah preparing to ride the 3 floors down. The silence was excruciating and Warren’s forced smile as they departed the silent lift even more so. Warren scampered away to get drunk and naked while Sarah made her way to the bus.