This is a new story. Probably just a one shot.... but that's up to you, the readers.
Enjoy, and please tell me what you think.
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"Yo, Buff.... How was the ride in today?" she heard as she walked into her lab. She smiled, flashing her usual thousand watt display of perfect white teeth at Teddy, her assistant. She had known him for several years, all the way back to high school, which is where the nickname began.
She was fourteen when the show began on TV, and the coincidental similarity of names made the 'Buffy' moniker a natural inevitability. Being blonde as well made it a certainty.
Dr. Sarah Michelle Horton, then just plain old Sarah, took the name in stride. It started with one of her friends, and just blossomed from there, until more people called her Buffy than her given name. Even a few of her teachers joined in, and since it wasn't used in a derogatory fashion, she just accepted it. Now it was an inside joke.... a term of endearment between friends.
Lots had changed since then, besides the cancellation of the show. Sarah had grown up.
That was an understatement, to say the least.
As a slightly outcast science geek in high school, she had just begun to develop when the show started. A late bloomer, her body had made up for its apparent reluctance to mature by blessing her with height and a killer figure by the time she went to college. She may not have been the vampire slayer of her namesake, but many a young man's heart had been victim to her beauty. Just watching her walk by would cause pulses to race.
Being a devastating sight to behold was, of course, a double edged sword. While in school, she had been happy to flaunt her curves, and watch the boys.... and male teachers.... trip over themselves.
That changed during graduate school. She was among the brightest in her class, but found she wasn't being taken seriously by her mostly male counterparts. She began to dress in a way that camouflaged her figure somewhat. She changed her hair, wearing it up in a tight bun; she wasn't willing to cut it, as she loved her long waves of blonde perfection, and there was more to life than work. If anything, it made the off-duty Sarah even more eye catching. Downplaying her obvious femininity was harder than it sounded, but had eventually allowed her to get the respect she deserved.
Now, she was a full fledged physicist, doing work that had been deemed classified for the government. A quantum leap from her humble beginnings, she had arrived.
Well, almost.
No longer needing to disguise herself in an effort to get ahead, she had allowed her inner sexuality to reassert itself. Other than her hair, which she still wore up in the lab, she dressed in a manner more befitting her sex. Slacks were replaced by skirts. Most of her colleagues were supportive.
Actually, there was only one fly in the ointment; her boss.... an old school, misogynistic prick who took every opportunity to put her in the place he thought she belonged. Under him, in all but the literal sense, although it was clear he would welcome that as well.
"Not bad Teddy," Sarah said happily, retrieving her lab coat from her locker.
In the past, she had used that basic, utilitarian garment to hide her distinctive hourglass shape. It hadn't been easy; anything that fit her body wouldn't close over her ample chest, and those that accommodated her bustline fit the rest of her like a garbage bag. Neither was comfortable.
Since her assignment here, she had solved the problem, having several of the coats tailored to allow for a more appropriate fit. She slipped into one now, and buttoned it up. It wasn't a snug fitting cut, but did allow her to remind others she
was
a woman.
Teddy always asked how her trip in was. She suspected it had become more of a habit question than a genuine interest.
Truthfully, she hardly remembered the commute in to work most days. She got on the subway pretty early in its loop, so usually had no problem getting a seat. She would sit, long legs crossed, doing a crossword or sudoku in the paper, barely aware of the eyes that caressed her from afar.
On the rare occasion that forced her to stand, she was more cognisant of those around her. Men checking out the rack on the tall blonde. Men ogling her ass in her skirt. She didn't really mind. She wasn't asking for their respect, and it made her feel sexy.... and a little wet.
"Bishop wants to see you," Teddy said solemnly. "He's such an asshole. He knows exactly what time you get here, but he has to make it sound like you're late, even when you're not."
"Thanks, Teddy," she exhaled. "I'll go see what he wants, this time." She turned on her heels, and walked out, heading down the hallway and up the stairs to her superior's office.
I know quite well what he wants
, she thought.
If he ever has an actual work reason for calling me to his office, I swear I'll faint. No, it's just the usual morning opportunity to undress me with his eyes. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so obvious about it, and he wasn't such an old, lecherous bastard, and..... Oh hell, I'm here....
She stopped outside the door. 'Dr. Edwin Bishop', the raised gold lettering said. Even the door was arrogant.
Sarah took a deep breath, and smoothed her hair. She relaxed her face. She had found that she needed to maintain an icy cool aire around him, lest she smile and inadvertently encourage his attention further. It was largely successful, but had one unfortunate side effect. She knocked, and opened the door.
"Ah, there you are Seven. Come in please," the older scientist said, his voice dripping with both contempt and lecherous intent.
I fucking hate that name, and you know it
, she inwardly cursed as she stepped in.
Unlike 'Buffy', which had been started by friends and had no negative emotions attached, the 'Seven' designation drew nothing but hatred from her. She knew the reference.... to Jeri Ryan's character on Star Trek : Voyager.... and knew why he used the name. Top heavy, tall and blonde, the two women had that much in common. Sarah had unwittingly added to the comparison by adopting a cold, emotionless persona around him, and styling her hair at work in a similar vein, just like the Borg character. If it had been anyone but him saying it, she might have taken it as a compliment. After all, Seven of Nine was pretty hot.
"You wanted to see me?" she said.
The second she uttered the words, she instantly regretted choosing that particular phrase. She saw his eyes dart down from her face to linger on her full, round breasts. Even completely obscured by the smooth, white fabric of her coat, they held his attention. She could only imagine the filthy thoughts that were racing through his mind. It made her skin crawl.
You're undressing me again. You'd like to do it for real, huh? I'm sure you would, you disgusting asshole. I've half a mind to just show you what you've been dreaming about some day. You want to see me naked? You can't handle me naked! You'd have a heart attack.
As expected, this 'meeting' had nothing to do with the experiment they were currently planning. Oh, sure, he droned on and on about this detail and that procedure, but it was nothing he hadn't mentioned before, and hardly worth harping on over and over. He couldn't think she didn't know what he was doing, could he? Could anyone be that dense? He didn't even try to hide his furtive glances at her form.
At last, he appeared to have had enough of his morning leering session, and dismissed her, obviously watching her ass as well. Sarah closed the door behind her, and shuddered.
"Oh, how I loathe you," she whispered, and went back to the lab.
***
The ride home today had been a very trying experience.
She had been running a few minutes behind her usual clearly defined schedule, and as a result, was forced to stand, packed like sardines on the train. Bodies pressed against her from all sides, some obviously enjoying the contact a little too much. The guy in front of her was shorter than her six foot, high heeled height, and spent the entire trip staring at her chest.
I'm up here
, she thought.
