Office Girl

Office Girl[b]

As I sat there staring at the monitor, watching the stats of the call center people taking the calls, how long they were on the phone with the different clients, how long they were logged off when they went on their breaks I just basically just started vegging out. I began thinking about the many people I was managing. As a call center manager it was my job to pay attention to the stats on the screen and if someone either took too long on a break or was on the phone too long I had to go over and speak with them and find out what was happening. I could also intercept the calls and listen to what was being said to make sure all the calls were legitimate. We were a multifaceted call center. We took calls for transportation services, doctor’s offices, as well as a plumbing company. So all the call center employees had to be trained to answer any type of incoming call and be well versed in the type of service being requested.

As I sat there I noticed one particular employee (they all had numbers on my screen but I was pretty familiar with what employee went with what number) kept taking more breaks than usual. This usually indicated a problem. I got up and went over to the cubicle where the number belonged and saw the chair was empty. I looked at the paperwork on the desk and saw some scribbling and my name, Joe, kept being written and then being scribbled over. Wondering what this was about, I moved around the 30 seat room and watched the other employees doing their jobs, occasionally plugging into the additional phone socket to listen to their conversations, all the while keeping an eye out for the missing employee to come back to their seat. When I saw her come in and return to her seat I went over and asked her to come to my station as I needed to talk to her.

Her name was Cindee. She was 22 years old, about 5 foot nothing, and had a waist I could put both my hands around. Her butt was stunning in the tight jeans she was wearing and I got an immediate hard on while following her to my station. I had to control myself though as my managers had a strictly enforced no employee dating policy. They said it would keep friction to a minimum. After 5 years of being with the company I had never dated any of the girls in the office (but had dreamed of them often).
I was 35 years old and had been divorced for about 5 years. We had been married for about 2 years when she told me she wasn’t happy anymore and felt like she was being sheltered and just one day took off while I was at work and never contacted me again. About a month later I got some divorce papers via certified mail not asking for anything but a divorce. I signed them and sent them back and 6 months later I was single. We had no kids so there was really nothing to gain by contesting it. I moved on with my life and just got comfortable being a bachelor.

After Cindee and I sat down I just came out and told her that as a call center manager it was my job to monitor all employee activities and if I noticed an unusual situation I needed to investigate and find out what was going on, attempt to help resolve the situation and help the employee get back on track with their job. I told Cindee what I had seen on my monitor and what I had seen on her desk. Cindee looked me in the eyes and flat out just told me that she thought I was sexy, and how just being in the same room with me made her wet and horny and how she wishes she could just fuck me right here right now on the desk. I was stunned!! I had never had a female employee come right out and talk to me this way. I was also flattered that this young girl felt this way about me.
All of the employees have to go through an orientation class upon being hired so I knew Cindee was aware of the no employee dating policy. As gently as I could, I explained the policy again and thanked her for the compliment. I also explained that even if I wanted to nothing could ever happen between us. I sent her back to her desk (as tough as it was) and looked at the clock and saw it was almost quitting time. Thank goodness because the previous few minutes had me hornier than hell. As everyone logged off their computers and prepared to clock out, I saw Cindee looking at me. When she saw I was looking at her she winked, gave a little smile and out the door she went. I waited until I was sure everyone had a chance to leave the building, then very uncomfortably stood up and walked around the office a little bit willing my hard on to go away.

I went home and made myself some dinner and tried to get the day’s events out of my mind. No matter what I did I kept remembering Cindee’s tight ass in those tight jeans and her comments to me. I decided to go to this little bar down the street and have a beer. I only went there every few months or so but the bartender welcomed me like I was a regular. I ordered a beer and when he brought it he also handed me a note saying “Joe, some girl walked in her about an hour ago, asked me if I knew who you were and asked me to give you this when I saw you again.” I asked “Who was she, what did she look like?” The bartender looked at me, smiled and said “She was short, had short blonde hair and was sexy as hell. I have never seen her in here before. As soon as she handed me the note she left.” I handed him the money for the beer and sat there wondering who the hell she was. I hadn’t had a date in a few weeks and that was with a redhead. I tried to think of all the blondes I had known but couldn’t come up with any I had dated that fit that description. I finished my beer, ordered another and decided to open the note. Inside was just the drawing of a heart with Uncle Joe written inside it. I had no relatives in this city and could not figure out who the hell this was from. I finished my beer and went home to try to get some sleep.

The next day at work I was monitoring my computer monitor and kept a particularly close eye on Cindee to make sure she wasn’t taking too many breaks. She basically was on track but the breaks she did take seemed to be longer than normal. I didn’t say anything though because I didn’t want to cause her to get back off track or make it seem like I was picking on her. About 430 I noticed she was on another break and got up to wonder around the room watching the other employees doing their jobs. Plugging my headset in at various stations listening in on the calls making sure they were all legitimate calls. While doing this I kept an eye out for Cindee to return. I worked my way over to her station; glanced down at her desk and saw a couple slips of paper with scribble on them but could not make out what was underneath the scribble. Cindee returned to her desk looking like she had just run the 100 yard dash. When I approached her I asked her if she was okay. She looked at me, smiled and said “Well since I can’t take as many breaks as I used to it takes me a little longer to get off…ermmm…I mean to use the bathroom.” Again, I was stunned. I walked away to my desk and tried to fight the hard on that was growing in my pants. Finally quitting time came and I waited for everyone to leave before I could get up and go outside without anyone seeing the bulge in my pants.

After work I decided to go to the gym for a little while to try and work out the frustration of the last 30 minutes at work. As I entered the gym, I saw a few people I knew, waved and went over to the rowing machine I usually start on. As I sat down I saw a paper taped to one of the handles. I had my name on it. I opened it and saw a quickly drawn heart with Father Joseph written inside. I thought to myself “What the hell?” I folded the note back up, stuffed it in my pocket and began my workout. One of the trainers came over and said “Hey Joe, I see you found the note that cute little redhead left for you.” I said “How long ago was she here?” He said “She just left; you probably passed her in the parking lot when you were coming in.” I thought for a few minutes but couldn’t remember seeing a redhead pass me outside. I asked the trainer if he remembered what she looked like. He said “Hell yea, one doesn’t forget a girl like that. She was short, had short red hair, and was sexy as hell. The man that hooks up with her is lucky as hell.” He looked at me like he was jealous that I could know someone like that. I just kept rowing and thinking about the only redhead I had ever gone out with. She had been tall, as tall as me, and her hair was long, all the way to her waist. And she hated gyms so I knew there was no way it could have been her. I finished my workout and went home. As I was showering I kept thinking to myself what the hell was going on. I didn’t know any short blonde or redhead girls. I didn’t have any relatives in town. And I didn’t go into the gym or the bar often enough for anyone to leave me notes there.