Office Dominance
By Stella Hayne
Copyright 2012, Stella Hayne
Smashwords Edition
It was 4pm on Friday afternoon and Jenny Larson was on the edge of her seat. She couldn't wait to get out of there - tonight she was going to meet up with some girlfriends for drinks - all day her coworkers had been giving her compliments on her outfit. Nothing club-worthy or anything, but her black skirt was a few inches shorter than usual, her red-soled heels a couple inches higher, and this blouse covered her up a bit less than her usual. Perfectly acceptable for a professional woman by day, slightly-less professional woman by night. She didn't expect to meet anyone this evening, but she couldn't by staying home, would she? It had been months since things with Mark had ended, and she'd recently started dipping her feet into the dating pool. So far, no luck, but she had a good hunch about tonight. Her friend Mary had no end of male friends, and she'd privately assured Jenny that she'd like at least one coming tonight. It had been long enough that Jenny's fantasies had sharpened; she'd been lightly turned on at the thought of male attention all day, and couldn't wait to get out. Her vibrator was getting too much use these days, and it was nothing like the real thing. She was almost at the point where she didn't need to find a husband or even a guy who could be a future husband; she just wanted someone to spend time with, and someone who could make her moan every time he fucked her.
Jenny realized a second too late that if she didn't want to be found, being in her cubicle was probably a bad idea. Just as she was turning to get up and make herself scarce in one of the few hidden relaxation areas she'd managed to discover over the years, Wilson peaked over her cube wall. He looked like he'd been attractive in his youth, probably played sports, but he'd really let himself go in the last few years. Jenny'd heard he'd been going through a divorce, but if that was the case, wouldn't he be trying to look better for the ladies? In Jenny's mind, whenever Wilson was on a date he'd make a big deal about being named after the famous singer, as if a girl would be impressed.
"Jenny! There you are!" he boomed, as he made his way around to the entrance to her cube. Jenny cursed softly. "I've been looking all over for you!"
"Yes, Jack?" she replied, while she screamed silently, "PLEASE DON'T ASK COME ON I NEED THIS."
"I need you to stay tonight and work on the presentation book for tomorrow's call. I know it's the weekend and all, but I need it done, and you're so good with these things. I need a professional job, and you're it. I trust you're available to take care of this for me?"
Jenny sighed and closed her eyes before replying, "Yes, Brian, I can take care of it. Send me what you've got so far."
Wilson leaned back, satisfied. "Good! That's what I thought. The call's at 11am sharp tomorrow, I'll need the finished presentation. You'll have the details in a few minutes." He turned to leave; Jenny immediately picked up her phone, to text Mary that she wouldn't be able to make it tonight, and to keep her hunks on ice for Jenny next time. Wilson turned back. "One more thing, Jenny. Moran's taking the lead on this. He knows the account front and back, and he requested your help. Have a good weekend!"
Jenny felt dizzy. Eric Moran? She had to stay at the office all night to work with Eric Moran on a project? On a Friday? Why did thinks like this keep happening to her?
Moran was an office enigma - didn't talk much, and most of the time looked at people as if he was staring right through them. He was a good twenty years older than Jenny, and although at first she'd found him inexplicably attractive, his gruff attitude made it all but impossible to get to know him, so Jenny hadn't tried. All she knew was that people around the office avoided him when possible and he did the same. He had a track record of being very effective at his work, but that didn't mean anyone wanted to work with him.