It's Not All About WorkbyVanillaJoe©
This is my first attempt at writing anything like this. I have enjoyed writing and I hope that comes across when you read it? It is long but worth it, I hope? If you would like the story to continue please let me know as I would be happy to carry on writing.
It's not all work - chapter 1
Mid Oct 2009. Week one – My name is Joey, female, age – unimportant, blonde very (very) short hair, 5'8" probably carrying a little bit more weight than I should but I think I looked OK. I was being taken on part time 'with a view' to full time employment as a paralegal in a big city law firm. In other words, I was the office bitch or one of them at least. I was over qualified but hey, a job is a job, you have to pay the bills right! This was my stepping-stone to other things – the job I actually wanted. I had to make this work; I wanted to make this work.
On day one, after my induction in the basement with HR where I was told what my duties would be, what I could expect etc, etc. I was taken to the department where I was to work. I was introduced to Denise one of the secretaries in the department, when I say introduced it was more as if I was dumped on her. Denise dutifully took me round the department and introduced me to everyone, partners, associates, secretaries, trainees, the other paralegal Sean (we would share an office). Everyone I met was pleasant and welcoming. My tour and introductions were drawing to close when we stopped at the last door which unlike the rest was firmly closed. Denise lent toward me and in hushed tones, told me that Liz was 'prickly' and preferred not to be interrupted while tipping her head in the direction of the closed door. Denise explained that it was best not to interrupt Liz. I nodded. Denise then took me to my desk.
Sean and I shared a room which was a sort of goldfish bowl next to the corridor. There was no outside window but the wall facing the corridor was all glass so I had a great view of the corridor leading to one of the office printers from my desk. The lawyer I was to work with briefed me; a nice guy called Stephen, and started work immediately. I settled into my desk and introduced myself properly to my office buddy Sean. We chatted while we worked. Sean had hopes of joining the firm as a trainee and filled me on all the office gossip.
As I sat at my desk, a woman walked to the printer in front of our window/wall. She was about five feet six tall but wore heels and had legs that seemed disproportionately long for her body. A little upturned ass sat on top of those long legs. Her body was toned yet curved in all the right places. Her head was topped off with long brown hair that was allowed to run free, cascading into the space between her shoulder blades.
Sean noticed me looking, "That is Liz. She is the office eye candy. You can look but defiantly no touching – not touching her anyway." Sean began chuckling at his own joke.
Just then, having picked up her printing Liz turned to go back to her office. She heard Sean's laughter and looked directly into our goldfish bowl (sorry office). Liz walked directly towards our office. Instantly I saw why she had been given the 'eye candy' tag, she was lovely!
At the door Liz said flatly, "Good morning Sean."
Instantly Sean went quite, stopped his giggling and blushed a little like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Morning," came his reply.
Liz switched her attention to me, "We haven't been introduced, I am Liz."
I stood and offered a hand with a semi-crooked smile on my face, "I know, Sean just told me... I am Joey or Joe for short."
We shook hands. Her shake was firm but the skin soft almost like velvet. Our contact was probably a little longer than would normally be expected. Liz was looking me up and down not in a hungry way just in an interested way. I must explain that I don't hide my sexuality but I do not shove it down people's throats either. I suppose I look different to most women in that environment given the three-piece suit and very short hair.
"You're working for Stephen aren't you," Liz said this as more of a statement than question.
Nevertheless, I replied, "Yes."
A small smile flickered across her full, naked lips, "Good luck with that one, I hear the case is a bit of a mess!"
"Mmm, yes, but I am sure we can get it sorted." was all the reply I could muster while trying not to mentally undress her and let it show.
Turning to leave Liz looked over her shoulder and with the briefest flicker of a smile said "Good luck with that," and left.
Sean stifled another giggle. I looked at him quizzically. "That's the longest time she's spent out of her office since I've been here. And she came to you rather than the other way round- unheard of," he guffawed.
I let his comment pass unmarked.
Over the next few days, I settled in to a routine. I had done well with the work set for me and had almost completed it when Stephen called me to his office to discuss progress on Friday morning. Half an hour later, I left his office and I know he was more than a little impressed with what had been achieved. I was no ordinary paralegal – that I knew and he did too now.
At the end of the day, it being Friday, the whole department went for drinks as usual. As I was leaving, I noticed Liz's door still firmly shut and but she could be seen inside through the sliver of window in the door. I knocked and without waiting for an invitation, entered her hallowed office asking, "Are you coming for a drink?"
She looked up from her computer, looking tired and pale, "I have to finish this first but maybe I will drop by later."
I smiled, nodded and turned to leave. Looking over my shoulder, I said, "All work no play...," and left the rest of the statement hanging in the air closing her door behind me.
The pub was next door to the office. Denise caught up with me and we chatted. Samantha, another secretary came to join our conversation. Samantha worked almost exclusively for Liz. I got on well with everyone so far and was relaxed in his or her company and them in mine. This enabled them to gossip about others in the department. Samantha described Liz as "hard working, methodical and very private." Samantha went on, "Liz doesn't like to be disturbed and has very high standards and expectations. She often works long hours and weekends and has little or no life from what I can see."
Denise chimed in, "Liz never joins the department for drinks and is kind of a solitary."
Just as she said this, the door to the bar opened and in walked Liz. Both Samantha and Denise fell silent, as did most of the department. Then almost in unison, people began greeting Liz and say how nice it was to see her. Liz walked over to Samantha, Denise and me.
Liz stood at the edge of the table and said, "Hi."
Almost in perfect unison the three of us all said, "Hi back."
Samantha and Denise both looked a little uncomfortable. Not one to let the moment go I said to Liz, "You've got good timing – it's your round I believe. These two ore on the white wine and I'm on scotch please". She looked at me then Samantha and Denise then cracked a big smile. Denise and Samantha looked relived. I continued, "Well if you don't ask you don't get!" With that, Liz dropped her coat on the back of my chair, turned and headed for the bar.
Returning a few minutes later, Liz carried with her three empty wine glasses, a bottle of wine in a cooler, tucked under her arm, and my scotch in her free hand. She held out the scotch, "Yours madam," she said with a big smile.
Tipping my head forward, tugging on an imaginary lock of hair, "Why thank you ma-am."
Liz set down the glasses and plonked down the wine in the cooler in the middle of the table. Surprisingly, rather then getting her own seat she set herself down on the edge of my chair. I scooted over to make a little more room. Liz shuffled over so that we were sitting pressed against one another from knee to shoulder.
"Well, are you going to pour that wine into glasses or just watch it?" Liz said jokingly to all of us.
I leant forward and grabbed the bottle from the cooler saying as I did, "What no straws!"
All laughed and any tension was utterly released as I poured the wine into the glasses. Samantha, Denise and Liz each picked up their glasses. Liz held hers up and said, "To Friday!"
All four of us chinked glasses and repeated, "To Friday!" Then, we drank.
We stayed at the table for about ¾ of an hour. All that time, Liz and I shared the seat. I could feel the heat from her body. I am pretty damn sure; she would be able to feel the heat from me too. I could smell her perfume. I recognised the scent and could picture the tall conical bottle with brushed stainless steel cap. Sitting so close to this beautiful woman was turning me on no end. I struggled not to let it show. Liz happily chatted away to all of us. We gossiped about work, pets, family etc. I asked questions, listened and when appropriate was little cheeky and poked fun, but it was all in good humour. I am not sure, but I felt a frisson between Liz and myself as we sat, laughing and rubbing up against each other.
As our glasses emptied, our happy table drifted apart. The rest of the evening was spent moving around and chatting while continuously drinking. It was all very relaxed and informal, which surprised me. I chatted to the secretaries and to the lawyers alike. I noted, however, that having moved from the table Liz and I stayed at opposite ends of the room. As the evening wore on people began to make their exits. Sometime around ten, Samantha and Denise came and said their goodnights. Both gave me a hug in turn and said, "Your OK, you're a bit cheeky but a great addition to the team!"
I thanked them and hugged them back. They left for the tube together.
Liz came over to me shortly after. She had an empty glass. "Drink," I asked.
"Please," she replied holding out her glass, smiling.
We walked to the bar together. I ordered the drinks. While the bar tender prepared them, Liz moved to my side. Standing sideways to me, as I faced the bar, she placed one foot in front of mine the other behind my heal. I was, I realised, standing between her long and lovely legs. Her perfume still lingered in the little bit of air now left between us.
Liz lent closed the gap between us and placing her hand on my shoulder whispered, "I hope you're not corrupting my secretary?"
"Who me? No!" I turned and grinned lopsidedly.
Liz moved her head back slightly to look me in the eyes. There was a glint I had not seen earlier but I put it down to the wine. Leaning forward again she continued, "So what is your type?"
I felt her warm breath on my neck. Shivers shot down and back up my spine. Involuntarily my body responded to her closeness, her warmth, her smell. My god, I thought is she actually coming on to me, or is she just flirting for fun! My mind snapped back into place and I remembered where I was, and perhaps more importantly that she was one of my bosses. I struggled to mentally shut down the part of me that was screaming inside – YOU as the answer to her question. Having listened to the gossip I was aware Liz had acquired not one but two labels in the office 'office eye candy' and 'cock tease'. I could now add a third 'cunt tease'.
Even in that inebriated state, I knew that I ought to be careful and tried to remain as neutral as I could be having consumed too many, rather large, measures of whiskey. As soberly as I could muster I said, "I don't really have a type as such. I go more for a connection ... if you now what I mean."
I turned to face her. Liz's lips were but a couple of inches from mine. I so wanted to sandwich her between the bar and my pulsing body and to kiss her. Instead, I looked into her eyes and allowed a slow smile to spread across my face. Inside my head, I heard a warning sounding 'you're flirting - stop it'. Without saying a word, Liz looked deep into my eyes, slid her hand from my shoulder to the lower middle of my back, with her other hand reached across me for her drink, not moving her face or body while saying, "I see. I'm going to have to keep my eye on you." With that, she was gone, leaving me standing at the bar. I took a breath and looked at the bar tender. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I got a glass of water to go with my scotch, paid for the drinks and steadied myself as best I could. I fished an ice cube from my scotch to suck on - anything to cool down. As I stood there, I figured, to go there, with Liz, would be career suicide and resolved to leave well alone. Harmless flirting was one thing but making any kind of moves was a definite no NO.
I stayed a little longer and continued to work the room. I avoided Liz mainly. At around 11.30 pm, I said my goodbyes and thanks for drinks etc. I grabbed my coat from the back of the chair and began to put it on. I just had one arm in and was turning to put the other arm in and there was Liz. She stood right in front of me - right in front of me. She was so close we were almost touching.
"You're leaving, but it's so early," she said trying to focus on her watch.
I made some excuse about the pub closing soon and then without thinking added, "I ought not to drink anymore or I might get into trouble."
"Well that just wouldn't do would it. Although, I think you are the type that gets into trouble anyway?"
Moving to close the gap between our heads so that my mouth was level with her ear and close enough so she could feel my breath on her neck I replied, "Sometimes, perhaps you ought to try it sometime it can be fun!"
Pulling back, I simply smiled. I could see Liz was beginning to blush a little. I continued to put on my coat. Just like with others that evening, I gave Liz a goodbye hug. However, this hug was different. Liz completely closed the gap between us and made sure as much of our bodies touched as possible. I felt our tits push against each other, our stomachs touch, the tops or our thighs, our knees even and our pussies bump too. I held her for as long as was decent in the circumstances. The few remaining colleagues were too drunk to notice and my long coat acted as an effective screen to their eyes anyway. I stepped back, looked Liz in the eye, winked, turned and left. Nothing more was said.
All the way home, I thought about her. Had I overstepped the mark? Yes. Maybe? Where was the mark? She flirted with me, but I was warned that she is a cock tease. Was she teasing me too? Yes, I am pretty sure she was! Oh god, what do I do or say on Monday? I got home and fell into bed. I fell asleep quickly which was no doubt because of all that whisky. The next morning I woke, bleary eyed and with a slight hangover. I cooked breakfast and thought about the night before. I resolved by the end of breakfast that what happened was alcohol fuelled and I should leave well alone. Liz was straight, and my boss, well one of them at least. I did not want things to be awkward. I could not afford to loose my job; I had only been there a week! I was so in debt from returning to school and that would be wasted if I had to go back to my former career. I didn't want that. I had to make this work. I would go in on Monday, say nothing, be professional, don't mention it. And, if it was mentioned, then put it all down to the whisky, apologise and promise that it would not happen again.
Monday arrived and even before nine, I was at my desk and working. At ten past 9, my email pinged. It was from Stephen asking me when I was likely to finish what I was doing. I shot back a quick reply I hope to be done by 11. Almost instantly, he replied that I was to pick up another case for someone else and they would email me. By eleven, I had heard nothing, so I popped to Stephen's office. He told me to go and see Liz, as she wanted me to help her sort out some multi-million pound case files.
I walked to her door. And as usual, it was firmly closed. I knocked and waited. The mantra in my head had already started – 'no, leave it alone, she's now your boss" a quick shake of head, and it continued – 'boundaries, remember you need this job...,' opened the door and entered her office.
All my Saturday resolve just melted. My body and brain or was it just my cunt was saying 'oh my god I want to fuck your brains out.' I instantly tried to shake the thought from my head. Not one to waste time Liz started, "Stephen is letting me borrow you, given that you have managed to dig him out of his god awful mess in his case. He said you are marvellous! I don't normally work with anyone else but I have a case I need a little help with, it's complicated and delicate. It's a big client and it's got to be right. I want you to help me...
"I will, if I can of course..." I was cut off before I could say anything else.
... Yes, well I need coffee first before I tell you about the case," it was more a statement than anything.
"OK, how do you take it? I'll make it and," again I was cut off.
"No. Let's go out and get one. Then we can sit and chat."
"OK." I returned to my office grabbed my coat and met Liz in the hallway by the lift. We rode down to the ground floor in silence. We walked out of the building in silence. I was trying very hard not to watch her walk. I couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips, the turn of her calf, the swish of her hair as it hung loose. Outside in the chilled wind I asked where to. Liz raised her hand pointing, "There."
We walked in the direct of her pointed hand and stopped outside the premier inn lodge. It was not more than one hundred yards from the office. Without stopping Liz said, "In here, its warm, quiet, and we won't be disturbed."
Odd choice, I thought but did not take it further. We walked into the lounge bar and found a comfortable sofa. Coffees ordered, Liz excused herself for a moment. Meanwhile, I sat pondering and trying to get my work head firmed fixed to my shoulders. I had just about managed it as Liz approached the sofa at the same time as the waitress. "Thanks," we both said in unison as she placed the coffees on the table before us. We looked at each other and laughed at least it helped to ease any tension between us. We sat side by side and sank into the big deep brown leather sofa as we sipped our coffees, taking in and enjoying the peace of the moment.
"OK, so tell me about this case. And what you want me to...," I began.
"In a minute" was all the reply I got. I hushed up and enjoyed the remainder of the coffee. I waited for Liz to start.
Without a word being said, Liz took my hand pulled me to my feet. "Bring your coat," she muttered. What on earth was happening, where to now, I wondered. Liz let go of my hand and walked to the lobby. Stopping by the lift, she pressed the button. In seconds, the doors opened. Liz got in, "Come on, get in."
I did. She pressed three. I checked my reflection in the mirror. We got out and followed corridor. Stopping outside 302, Liz opened the door with a key card and stepped back motioned me in with a sweep of her arm. As the door closed behind us she started speaking, "I wanted to speak to you in absolute privacy. I did not want anyone to over hear what I am about to say...
"OK," I tentatively offered. I dropped my coat on the chair by the door next where she had thrown hers.
... I don't know what's going on. I have not stopped thinking about Friday night...
"Oh." I steadied myself for an almighty rollicking or at the very least, a long drawn out telling off, with the words "I am straight" said repeatedly.
...I don't ...," and she stopped. Looking down at the carpet she continued, "This is all new to me. I...I am not sure about it... but I want you to kiss me"