Work Diaries



Diary Excerpt One:

"Following the threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit, the second such threat levied against me by two separate Personal Assistants the suits in HR, in light of my skills and results, decided to give me one last chance before they would be forced to take additional disciplinary actions. In an effort to reduce the likelihood of a repeat scenario they decided to assign me a PA that they assumed, correctly, would not be to my tastes. However, they did not take into account how much to his tastes I would be."


Ayesha drummed her fingers irritably against the corner of her desk as the representative from HR vacated her office, like a zebra fleeing from a lion it'd just asked politely to stop eating its herd, leaving her with a storm hanging over her head. Susan, her most recent PA, had been perfect, tight little body, perfectly presented, meek and shy. Just the kind of girl Ayesha had lusted after.

One fateful office party and a few too many victory shots and, as had happened with her previous, previous PA, Ayesha had gotten 'a little flirty'. At least that been her wording, it sounded better at the tribunal compared to the wording Susan had presented, 'cornered, pinned and forced into a deep kiss'. Ayesha had thought Susan had been into it up until a point. That point being when Ayesha had woken up the following morning with a migraine, a sore nutsack from a swift knee and three missed calls from HR.

However, Ayesha was fortunate, she was so damn good at her job that they couldn't afford to get rid of her. At the end of the day, the fact was that the out of court settlements the two claimants had cost her company amounted to less than it would if they lost her and were forced to re-recruit for her position. Despite this, they had told her that a third such lawsuit and they would be forced to drop her anyway, lest news started leaking out about her antics. While she was unsure if they would genuinely hold to their three strikes policy in this regards, she didn't fancy her chances if she pushed them.

And so she sat, brooding and waiting for her new personal assistant to arrive. The scourge of her life, both professionally and personally. A man.

Alex stood in one of the office's bathrooms, eying himself over in the mirror, drawing in a few deep breaths as he calmed himself. He knew of Ayesha, or Ms Jones, as he would have to refer to her as. Her escapades and constant involvement with HR had become somewhat of an office legend, though personally it only made him jealous, as he had moved about the office in his role as PA to one of the other directors he had always made the extra effort to steal a glance at her whenever he could.

Though he had to admit to himself, there couldn't be any more of a contrast between them.

He stood at a modest five foot eight, compared to her towering six two. He had a slender, though not toned body. She was a little heavier set, a curvy woman with a softness to her form that enticed him, her breasts, hips and butt substantially larger than that of virtually any of the predominantly skinny woman in the organisation and certainly, at least to him, the most attractive. Where his skin was light, hers was dark, where his hair was fair, hers was black. Where he was shy and introspective she was forward and outgoing.

But nevertheless, despite all their differences, without even knowing his name she had set up residence in his heart, which made him feel at odds with himself. He knew she was interested in women and he knew that was something he'd never be. Despite any suppressed desires he might have floating around in his mind.

All this meant that today wasn't just the start of a new job and a new work day for Alex, but of an opportunity. While there might not be any chance of romance with her, he would at least be by her side for hours each day, helping her with her work, able to speak to her, get to know her, maybe let her get to know him. If he was lucky and he played his cards right, maybe the two of them could grow to be friends. At the very least, she would, he knew, value him as an assistant. He wasn't a proud person by any stretch, but he knew he was good at what he did.

He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, ensuring it was as smart as could be before applying his warmest of professional smiles, trying to radiate confidence as he adjusted his suit, leaving the bathroom and making for the fabled office of Ms Jones.

Ayesha glanced up from her laptop as a young man knocked on the door to her office before pushing open the door, smiling warmly at her as he stepped forward to her desk with a professional gait, every step and movement measured.

"Ms Jones? I'm Alex, I've been assigned as your new PA. I hope I can prove myself valuable to you." he said, warm and friendly, standing with his hands clasped behind him, almost as if at attention as he presented himself to her for inspection.

She eyed him over with a critical eye, while she couldn't deny there was a certain femininity to the youthful man, there was far too little of it to catch her full attention.

She let out a soft sigh, already missing the dainty girls she had driven away and nodded, putting on a slight, tired smile. "Yeah yeah, it's good to meet you Alex." she said, trying to hide her disappointment in her voice, adopting a professional tone, "I'm sure we'll get along.. Great." she nodded a little, though her voice was still noticeably uncertain.

With the tribunal, the meetings with HR and now a new PA that failed to provide her with the eye candy that she was sure was half the point of having a PA, for morale purposes, of course, she felt more than a little drained.

Alex drank in the view of her with a quick glance before smiling as he stepped away from her desk, "I'll just set myself up on the desk just outside your door Ms Jones, if you need anything you've only to ask."

She nodded plaintively and mumbled a half hearted thank you before watching him retreat to the door. His ass was okay, she supposed. But nothing to write home about.

As he shut the door leaving her in her office alone she leaned back in her seat and pulled up his personnel file, brief and CV, she felt if she was going to have to work with him she should at least see what he was about. Because of the misfortune of his gender, he wouldn't have been her first choice, in truth he hadn't even of been her tenth, Ayesha would've picked a wholly incompetent female PA over a man, but those days were past her now so she had to judge him on merits other than that. Fortunately, his file seemed to come with glowing recommendations.

She read through the notes on him, trying to assess what level of work she could start him off on to get him out of her hair and let him settle into his new role.

Parts of his file seemed to read like a corporate buzzword conference. Motivated, passionate, driven, proactive.

She couldn't help but smirk at that last one. A proactive PA? What did that even mean? It wasn't like a PA could do Ayesha's work before she had given it to him.

As she shook her head, reading through the list and starting to believe that the entirety of this man's career had been built on Buzzword Bingo he knocked on her door, pushing it open.

She blinked and looked up from her laptop, brow furrowing, surprised to see him so soon without having asked him to come back in. She parted her lips to speak, then closed them, noticing the large white mug he carried in his hand, steam curling off of it.

He walked over towards Ayesha, smiling politely as he set it down beside her, not so much saying a word before turning to leave.

As he got to the door she spoke, her voice suspicious, "Coffee, milk, two sugars?.."

He looked over his shoulder, tilting his head slightly, one hand holding the door, "Yes Ms Jones?"

She hesitated, eying the mug and then him in turn. "..How did you know how I took it? How did you know I wanted one?"

He smiled then, a bright, infectious smile that she almost found herself sending back his way. "Oh.. Lucky guess?" he shrugged, "If you need me for anything..." he nodded some leaving the rest unsaid and shut the door behind him, leaving her once more to his file and her coffee.

Ayesha picked up the steaming mug in her hands and felt the heat seep through to her fingers, her full lips forming a smile as she let the scent of the coffee fill her mind. "Mm.. A proactive personal assistant.. This could be interesting.."


Diary Excerpt Two:

"Alex's skill, dedication and devotion impressed me to no end during his first few weeks working alongside me. It didn't take me long to realise his obvious attraction for me, which was frankly adorable in itself if only for how hard he tried to hide it, but the way it manifested certainly caught my attention. In all my years working I'd never had a PA so willing to go the extra mile, so ready to help me and so quick as to supply me with what I needed before I had the sense to ask for it. While professionally our partnership was having an obvious impact on my work output and quality, personally I had to admit a growing fondness for him. Though still not to my tastes sexually, I couldn't recall the last time someone had been so happy just to see me and so eager to please. It was just my luck that Alex had a loose thread in his life that would lead to what I wanted, and I just couldn't help but pull on it."


"No. No no no no, fuck! No!" Ayesha swore with increasing desperation as she stared at the rotating little circle in the centre of her greyed out screen. She could see the words written on it still, one page of forty on her seemingly frozen laptop.

She grit her teeth and glanced around helplessly, her laptop had done this once or twice before, always resulting in her losing whatever she had been in the middle of. She hadn't thought much of it before, it had cost her a few small email drafts but it was just more of an inconvenience than anything major, and one her IT department had assured her they had resolved.

And yet, here she sat, on the verge of losing near enough a day's worth of work, due tomorrow, to the void that was a PC crash. Yes, she was guilty of working from home and yes, she was guilty of working past office hours, but she had to be to keep ahead of the game and in her haste, she had neglected to make saves often.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck.." She repeated, eying the laptop severely, unable to sit still as her panic started to settle in.

She pulled out her phone and glanced at the time, eleven pm. The last techie would've left the office hours ago, she was dead in the water and she knew it, a sinking feeling settling in on her chest.

Ayesha bit her lip and opened her contacts list, desperate and without thought, just needing rescue, there, prominently displayed at the top, was Alex.

Over the last few weeks he had proved himself resourceful and helpful in every situation she had thrown his way, if anyone could help her, she was genuinely certain it would be him.

Alex let out a low groan as his phone buzzed beside him on his bedside table. Blinking wearily he scooped up the phone, swiping right with his finger to answer as he lazily smushed the phone into the side of his face.

"Mm..Alex yes hi."

"Alex?! It's Ayesha!"

Her voice and the tone she held pulled him quickly from sleep, the panic in her voice was barely controlled "A-Ayesha? Whats wrong?"

"It's my laptop, it's crashed and I haven't saved that document I've been working on all day, is there any way I can get it back?"

Alex sat up some in his bed, rubbing his head, trying to get his thoughts in order, "I uhh.. I mean.. Yeah? Probably but I couldn't really talk you through it.. If um.. You give me like an hour I can meet you at the office?.."

"Too long, I've got your address, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Alex opened his mouth to respond but the phone clicked silent, she had hung up.

He blinked and moved his phone, staring down at the screen, noticing the time, he'd only been in bed for an hour or so before she'd rang, but still, she was coming here? Now?

He swung his legs out of bed and rubbed at his sandy blonde hair, standing up wearily and moving to pull on a pair of shorts as he looked around his room, he would have to tidy up a bit before she arrived. Despite the cleanliness of his apartment, there were items laying around of a more personal nature that he couldn't afford her to see.

Ayesha made better time than she had expected, throwing her car through the streets towards Alex and his apartment, she had based her estimate of how long it was going to take for her to get there on her usual travel times and she had neither taken into account her own anxiety or the lack of traffic on the late night streets.

She felt akin to an ambulance driver, referring to the laws of the road as more of guidelines with a vital, hopefully not terminal patient in the seat beside her, little circle spinning ominously as she chewed her full dark lip.

It was due to her speed that Alex had only managed a cursory sweep of his apartment by the time he heard a not so polite knock on his door, raising his eyebrows at a clock on the wall as he noted how quickly she had gotten here. He approached the door and briefly checked the peephole, confirming it was Ayesha before letting the door swing open.

"Ayesha, that was fast, I-.." He blinked as she pushed a laptop into his hands, the taller woman standing over him, them both sharing a moment as they assessed one another.

She stood tall and dark in the light of his apartment, her usually pristine office suit unkempt, her long black hair more than a little dishevelled and free of its usual ponytail.

He too looked far from the usual scope of the professional neatness he strived to maintain in her presence, his hair mussed from his pillow, his eyes heavy with sleep and in his rush to clear things away, merely wearing a pair of plain grey boxer shorts, displaying his slender body and warm white skin.

Even in Alex's sleep deprived state, he had gotten to know Ayesha well. "..There's a bottle of whiskey on the cabinet, glasses above. Leave this with me." he nodded, trying to smile reassuringly and was rewarded with a relieved smile of Ayesha's own, exhausted but grateful.

He watched her retreat into his kitchen his eyes momentarily glued Ayesha's wide hips swaying her thick ass enticingly at him as she walked, a hand running through her hair as she let out a long sigh. H

e looked down at the laptop in his hands, biting his own lip as he observed the little circle. He moved to take a seat on his sofa, tucking his legs up comfortably under himself, still only in his grey boxers but not too bothered by it, he knew she wouldn't be.

Ayesha stepped into the kitchen and leaned on the counter, staring at the bottle of whiskey as she tried to re gather her thoughts and calm her anxieties. Her laptop was in Alex's capable hands, he hadn't failed her yet and she had faith in him.

She took a glass and poured herself a hefty measure, swigging it back before pouring another.

In fact, if he couldn't retrieve the file she was sure it wouldn't have been recoverable. Not his fault, nor her fault, save for the forgetting to save the file. It would just have to be chalked up to a very unfortunate accident, one, doubtless, she would be paying for over the next few weeks at work. But such was work sometimes. And even in that worst case scenario, she would have Alex by her side, helping her out of the hole she had dug herself in.

As that thought helped her relax she took the opportunity, taking a more delicate sip from the whiskey this time, actually noting the flavours and spices instead of just throwing it back, to observe Alex's home now her attention was freed from the panic of getting her laptop to him, finding herself innately curious about him and how he lived outside of work.

She was frankly, stunned. She had expected a bachelor's pad given his young age and single status. But to her surprise, her personal assistant's kitchen was pretty spotless. She would've suspected, under different circumstances, that had he had prior knowledge to her arriving that he would've deep cleaned the entire apartment for her benefit, but she had arrived with little to no warning. The dishes were clean, the surfaces spotless, everything was beautifully decorated with a beautiful array of pastel colours that complemented one another.

Swallowing back another mouthful of whiskey she moved over to the tall fridge, her curiosity still driving her as she pulled it open, glancing inside.

It was fully stocked, and not just with microwavable meals and snacks like her own, no, genuine produce. Meats, dairies, fruits and vegetables.

Judging by a couple of boxes of leftovers which she spied, he seemed more than capable of cooking with the medley of ingredients. She raised her eyebrows peering inside one of the boxes revealing a selection of cookies. It seemed he baked too, no less.

The picture of the Alex she had in her head, the modest, kind, well presented young man at work who she assumed lived off of takeaways and spent evenings binging on Netflix and browsing the web was quietly reforming in her mind into something completely different.

Pursing her lips she closed the fridge and topped up her glass, walking back through to his living room and with another deep sigh sat herself down on one of the chairs, it's frame creaking slightly, reminding her, to her chagrin, that her diet wasn't going as well as she had hoped it would, as it never did.

He didn't look away from her laptop as she entered, his brow furrowed slightly as he worked on the machine, giving her an opportunity to relax in his chair, enjoy his whiskey and eye him over again in this new light.

She had often dismissed his looks, he was clean, well presented and professional at work, as she would expect from a PA, but seeing him as he was now she could see those roots delved a lot deeper.

His fingernails, for example, were always clean, cut and managed, as she would expect. However so too, she could see, were his toenails, implying he didn't manage them as a part of his uniform or for anyone's benefit other than his own.

He was, as always, cleanly shaven, again as she would expect from a PA. But this was eleven PM. Unless he shaved before bed, which she doubted, she guessed he just didn't grow facial hair. She noted from what she could see, that the rest of his body too was without hair, giving his slender body a more feminine look to it.

She frowned a little at her own thoughts. She was attracted to women, that much she knew for a fact. But what was it exactly about women that attracted her? As she sat there, cradling her whiskey and watching him she realised that many of the aspects she looked for in a partner were present in Alex.

His body, while flat chested, narrow hipped and short of anything she would describe as a booty, was slender and smooth with flawless skin, his face while sporting some masculine aspects was attractive nevertheless, with his bright eyes, light hair and full lips.

She sipped her whiskey. He was cute, and took care of her, and could clearly take care of himself.

She glanced down into the honey warm colours of her whiskey, eyeing it with suspicion. The last two times she had drank in the company of her PA's she had lost an edge of control and ultimately, lost both PA's as a result of her subsequent actions.

She wondered whether that was that all this was, alcohol again fueling her to make moves on someone she usually wouldn't. She looked up at him once more and found herself staring, her thoughts conflicting. He was a he, but looking past that, she saw something she liked.

After a few minutes she felt a rise of another sort, clearing her throat a little awkwardly to break their silence, "Er.. May I use the bathroom?" she asked, looking up and across at him, sat with his legs tucked under him, a notably feminine pose she noted.

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