Office Misconduct
Chapter One
Sam Brighton was called into a meeting at corporate headquarters to be offered an executive position in a remote city, small staff with high priority secret projects Corporate felt he could take the lead on. Given his recent divorce he was no longer bound to the location or having commitments to give him second thoughts. Sam asked detailed questions about the staff to find the new division was still looking to hire a specialist in logistics. Once packed and on the plane, Sam began his search, finding a few candidates in the local area, one specifically stood out for her lack of references and since birth dates or ages were not disclosed, Sam was curious to have a brief interview with her. The mail shot off as the plane was landing. The private jet placed him near a remote terminal where he took a limousine to his hotel room.
Once settled, Sam checked his email and saw an email reply from the first of many, he was sure, once he omitted this one from the potentials. She was willing to meet at the location and time he had suggested. Sam considered dressing casually for this meeting since he was not expecting to waste too much time on her given he had other candidates in line. The few that did not require relocation, that is. He ate breakfast in the hotel room, dressed after showering and trimming his beard, met his taxi and drove to the small restaurant downtown, close to the office location he would be attending to. He had called ahead to reserve a room just for this brief interview, or so he thought it would be short, thinking she would not do well.
Già Modero uttered a loud, "FUCK!" Looking down at what was left of her BFF's latest smoothie concoction. She watched horrified and awe as her white silk blouse and skirt yielded to the dark green fluid. "Shit, I'm such a klutz! " She grabbed a crumpled napkin off the table and swiped at the enlarging stains.
"NO! Stop! You're only making it worse!" Lily grabbed the napkin from Già 's shaking hand, shaking her head at her. "You need to blot the stain." Lily did her best to dab at the wet mess and sighed at Già . "I'm not sure this will do the trick, sadly."
Già looked at the spreading stains across her now ruined-for-the day blouse and skirt. She sniffled, a tear slipped down her cheek.
"Oh no, don't cry Già , you're going to ruin your makeup... also", Lily whispered to Già 's face, now dabbing the tear from her cheek and eye. Lily cupped her face, looked at her calmly, a small smile on her lips, "Let's find something else we can try on, shall we?"
"I need this job, Lil. I mean I REALLY need it." Già sniffled again, blinking to hold back the tears. "I have 15 minutes 'til I need to leave and I don't... have anything else.. to wear." Già exhaled exasperated and shaking, her watch brought to her face and stomped her foot in frustration.
"You can borrow some of my clothes," Lily offered as she took Già 's wrist, attempting to walk her to the bedroom door.
A laugh rumbled in Già 's throat. "Um.. Lil, you're a love but...your clothes are not going to fit me". She gazed at her best friend, slightly smaller in the bust and hips, imagining how her breasts would fit in something her best friend might have to offer.
"You don't really have time to argue right now, do ya?" Lily giggled at her shaking, frantic friend. She dragged Già towards her room. "Hurry up, you just wasted about 5 minutes arguing with me!" Both girls sauntered into Lily's bedroom while Già hesitantly followed along.
Già looked at the circle of crumpled clothes on the floor, groaned each time that watch lifted to her eye. Lily reached into the closet and grabbed the only choice left hanging on the back of the closet rung. The skirt was short, more suitable for a night of clubbing than for an interview but Già was running out of time. "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" Già screamed, jumping up and down as she tugged the skirt up over her slim hips, buttoned it and tugged down at the hem trying to make it longer. She turned around, looked behind herself in the mirror, and stretched her arms over her head, spinning around to check each side. She frowned as she observed the back of the short skirt climb, barely covering her tanned cheeks.
Già shrugged, she was out of time. She threw on a thin floral blouse, tighter around her bust than her friend would have felt around her smaller frame. She ran a hairbrush through her red, long curls, and looked at the time. Less than 6 minutes now. Lily clapped, while keeping her comments to herself about how utterly sexy she looked in her skimpy skirt, motioning her to keep going and move along. Già slipped her feet into her heels, running back out to the kitchen, grabbed her keys, purse and folder. "Please, PLEASE, don't let me blow this!" Già prayed out loud enough for her friend to hear. It wasn't until she sat down in the car and felt this borrowed skirt climb into her crack that she realized she had forgotten panties.
In the rear-view mirror, as she pulled away, Lily was in the street waving at her, probably wishing her good luck, not realizing Lily's fingers dangled those panties she forgot she left behind. Lily's hand went over her mouth, holding back her laughter and shock while her gorgeous roommate drove to an interview wearing a skirt her married man gave her for fucking her, a shirt way too tight, heels that wreaked of being a slut, adding to it, the missing panties she folded into her hand.
Sam was checking his phone in front of the restaurant when he looked up to see Già Modero clicking her heels towards him, dressed casually as he had suggested. This initial meeting was intended for introductory small talk, but as she approached closer, clearly her definition of casual dress was a bit loose, noting his first opinion of her. The high heels she wore could have been flats, given the short skirt she adorned and the flowery shirt she had tucked into it bending the buttons into the fabric around her busty breasts. He noticed the top-most button wanting to slip through the button hole. Già was far younger than Sam expected with long, red, wavy hair draped over her shoulder and her right breast, her youthful look explained the lack of references. At least her tanned legs were bare in those heels, given this heat, he would have not looked at her the way he did were those legs covered in stockings.
Già sighed, relieved she had managed to make it just in time. She attempted to secretly tug again at the bottom of the skirt, tucked her hand behind and tried to pull the skirt from her crack as inconspicuous as she could. She rocked back and forth on her tall heels, straightening as soon as Sam walked towards her. She gave one last tug at the hem and stepped forward. Her lipsticked smile revealed her perfect teeth. She raised her hand reaching for his. "Hello Sir, I'm...", her pussy clenched as his hand closed over hers... "Già ." She bit down on her lip and stifled a moan. His eyes narrowed as if he were looking through her. There are some people who you feel their presence first. They exude confidence, an expectation of excellence, that was him. For a moment she was sorry she was going to disappoint him. He awakened something inside her when they shook hands, her already clenched, bared pussy, her nipples hardened and poked into the tight blouse. Già groaned and held the folder up to her chest. She exhaled, his hand slipping away from hers. Her feet wouldn't move at first. 'What the hell was that?', she wondered. Già shook her head in an effort to clear it before the interview and she followed the tall, handsome, muscular man through the door.
As Sam shook her hand, he felt hers firmly wrapping into his palm, he knew from that handshake a level of confidence and alluring appeal while meeting her eyes with his own. He simply introduced himself as 'Sam', no last name, since this was an informal meeting, he wanted to keep things at ease with her. Once they both turned to walk inside, two steps up into the entrance, it was then he noticed the bareness of her bottom butt cheeks, each one dip well below that short skirt. As she stepped up, his eyes caught a glimpse between those shifting cheeks... 'Was she lacking underwear?', he asked inwardly. Inside the restaurant, their host guided them to a small room with a glass-topped patio table, two chairs and two glasses of water set for them.
They were asked if either would care for a drink, both responding "No" to their host who left them and closed the door. They sat fairly close, Già crossed her legs and placed her folder on the table. She had a perfumed scent that was faint, but enough to draw Sam's attention to it, taking in an inhaled breath. They did that small talk giving her an overview of what Sam was looking for in the position while Già provided a background of her education and experience since leaving school. Sam asked questions related to each of her experiences to dive in a bit deeper, her responses were rapid and spot on, Sam felt. Sam paused, leaving the air between them to grow silent for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving hers, deciding then to ask her logistics questions most professionals would have to struggle with. She nailed each one.
Già didn't remember much of what they had discussed in the meeting but when she looked down at her notes she was surprised to find she had managed to scribble a few. Her green eyes had darted to him throughout the interview. Già watched his lips wondering what they would feel like on hers, the tip of her tongue gliding just barely over her lipsticked lips. She imagined his huge strong hands spanking her ass red til she couldn't sit down. Già shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her long, tanned legs trying not to give herself away. She felt his eyes lowering to her lap through the glass table-top, heat rose to her cheeks, she clamped her legs together. 'Fuck', she mumbled, shaking her head. She really needed to focus on her objective and that was not supposed to be him.
Già shivered, his deep, gruff voice hypnotized her. She pulled at the collar of her blouse, lifted up and used her folder as a fan, waving her red hair back across her shoulders. She grabbed the glass of water from the glass top, seeing below an obviously large bulge in his slacks, sipped slowly into her painted lips as she pulled herself together. 'Knock it off girl, GET this damn job!'. She repeated her inner pep talk a few times as she pretended to drink. Già placed the glass back on the table, smiled, clamped her legs closed. 'Damn, my thighs were going to be sticky and now I'd never get this skirt out of my crack.' Somehow she managed to power through the rest of the interview, shoulders back and answering every question, silently praying she had not blown this interview. She had to get THIS job, she really had no other option.
