A Nice Day at Work

The rain had started and business was slowing down as we headed into our off-season. I was scribbling notes in the personnel file, trying to figure out how to avoid big staff cuts through the winter. I knew some hours had to be slashed, but I always hated doing it. I must have looked to be in a sour mood, because the whole staff avoided contact with me other than the routine hellos and brief exchanges needed to run things. I rolled my chair away from the desk, trying to unjam my brain, and looked out the window at the will call counter

She had worked for us for 4 summers – ever since her junior year of high school. She was a cute kid then, but was just now starting to lose that teen baby face. In its place, she was beginning to take on the look of a strikingly beautiful woman. She let her auburn hair grow a little longer than usual this year, just a few inches past her shoulders, and when she was close by I could smell the lightly sweet fragrance of that soft hair every time she brushed it with her fingers or turned her head. Despite my strict rule against personal relationships with anyone at work, I had quite a crush on her. I was cautious to be professional in her presence trying to avoid being obvious, or create the impression that she was given any preferential treatment.

I never thought she would stay with us for so long, but I was glad she did. She was smart, friendly and customers liked her. She had just returned from a trip to Vegas with her fiance for her belated 21st birthday and I found myself taking more and more chances sneaking glances at her gorgeous body. Being a fan of a curvy backside, she was a constant reminder of what a perfect womanly ass looks like. I recalled pieces of a conversation I overheard between her and another female co-worker as they shared stories of what their respective boyfriends did (and didn’t) do for them sexually. My mind drifted back to it lazily.

“Great!”, I thought to myself, “On top of everything else – now I’m horny as hell.” I gathered myself and made my way back to the desk. If there wasn’t the sound of people talking in the break room and hallway nearby, I probably would have locked my door and given myself a quick jerk to relieve the tension. I cursed my own open-door policy and tried to get back to the pile of to-dos on the desk. It took awhile, but I got back into my work groove and managed to be productive the rest of the afternoon.

I hadn’t looked at the clock for quite some time – apparently a few hours – and was surprised to hear myself saying my daily “goodbyes” to the night staff as they left. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head when I caught a familiar scent.

“Boss?” said a low voice, startling me from my stretch. I looked over to the doorway and she was standing there leaned against the jamb with her hands in front of her – twisting and fiddling with her fingers nervously. “Can I talk to you a sec?”

“Of course,” I said, trying to gather myself into boss mode “what can I do for you?”

“I know it gets slow this time of year,” she paused and looked at her feet, obviously embarrassed.

“Yes, it does” I replied “but we’ve managed to survive every slow season just fine”

She was hesitant, and I wasn’t sure exactly why, so I got up and asked her to sit down. I sat on the front edge of the desk gesturing for her to take a nearby chair. She seemed to relax a little bit as she sat, and I heard her take a deep breath. She looked up at me and started again.

“I know it gets slow this time of the year, and I don’t have a lot of seniority here – but having my hours cut back would be really tough for me right now.” She put one hand on each of her knees and took a sharp breath before asking, “Is there anyway I could keep my hours intact?”

Her gaze dropped again as soon as she finished asking and I could see the tension of asking was being replaced by the anticipation of my answer. A thought snuck in about how nice she looked with her hair hanging just over the side of her pretty face. I knew she and her stockbroker fiancé had recently found a new place together and that her earnings were not a major part of their income. I must have looked slightly confused – or she was reading my mind – when she looked up again.

“I left that asshole the day we got back from Vegas” her steely gaze looking past me at some vision of him, she crossed her arms, “caught him messing around with some slut in the woman’s restroom of a casino we were gambling at – fucking douchebag.” The last comment was a hiss under her breath.

She continued, “I found my own place early this week and if my hours get cut back I wont be able to make rent, and I don’t want to move back to Idaho. I know I can make it worth your while to keep me on through the season – I know I can take care of business here better than some of these guys with more seniority than me.” Now she was done being embarrassed and was stating the facts as she saw them. I drifted from work thoughts to innuendo as she spoke – agreeing in my head, “you sure could make it worth my while – I have no doubt you could take care of business”. I thought myself a pervert for noticing that although she was somewhat light-chested as a teen, she had developed a perfectly proportioned pair of breasts. I silently guessed them at a 34C and wondered what kind of nipples she had.

“I can’t make any promises, but…” I started – answering in automatic mode “of course I will ensure that everybody gets their fair share of the hours we’ll have available. I’m not sure I can tell you for sure what that might mean for your schedule just yet …” she rose from the chair and stepped to the doorway, and I stood up as well.

“OK, I just figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.” She said, plainly

“Of course not,” I assured her “it can never hurt to ask”

“Should I shut this on the way out?” she asked as she placed a hand on the doorknob

I could only think she meant on the way out of this job and the way out of my life. I was feeling panic and confusion. I wanted to yell at her for asking in the first place; I wanted to grab her, hold her close and tell her I would do anything for her; I wanted to find the discipline to just let her leave – and the distraction leave with her. She turned away and my eyes drifted down to her denim-clad ass.

“I like it when you watch me.” She paused in the doorway again, never turning her head.

It was like a blow to the chest from a sledgehammer – my heart jumped inside. “I’m not sure what you mean…” I stammered as my cock awakened with a lusty twitch.

“It’s ok – you’ve been really nice to me, and I know the guys look,” she turned halfway around and looked over her shoulder at me standing awkwardly at the corner of my desk. “But I like it when you look, trying to seem like you’re not looking. I think it’s sweet.”

“Well,” I tried to seem mature and composed “You are a very attractive young lady. I never meant to embarrass you by…”

“Having you admire my body was never embarrassing,” she moved one step back into the room with the edge of the door lined right up against her spine “I think about you too sometimes – watching you be so serious in this place.