I knew Mr Jones was a tit man the day I arrived.
My name is Melisand and I am nineteen. Pierpoint Bank was my first office job and I was determined to do well, whatever it took. I had met Mr Jones at my interview. He ran the word processing section and would be my boss. He had asked me a few questions about what I had done at school and college, while trying to see through my blouse.
So I was well-prepared when I arrived for my first day in the office. The blouse I wore was smart enough for the office, thin enough to show the outline of my lacy, white platform bra. Mr Jones stared hard at my 36DD tits and showed me to a desk right in front of him – "so I can keep an eye on you" he said. I bet!
The job was not very interesting. The word processing section dealt with routine work that was not important or interesting enough for someone else to do it. Most of the other girls had no ambition and were obviously going nowhere. I decided to be the exception!
On my third day there, I met Daniel. He was the systems administrator, which meant that he looked after the computers and software. He was very shy, his clothes were rather old and not very smart and the other girls said he was a nerd. They all teased him – nothing malicious, but rather like a girls' night out. I liked Daniel. He was slim and had a very cute bum. His hair and clothes were very clean and I guessed he lived with his Mum.
The office supervisor was Mrs Ellis. She was a jolly blond about 40 years old. We got on well from the start. I think she had a fairly racy past and saw me as a kindred spirit. She was also very pleased with my work. I picked up the mistakes the spell checker did not spot, for example 'there' for 'their' and 'dependant' for dependent', which the other girls often missed.
Mr Jones was pleased as well. At least, at the end of the first week he walked over to my desk to compliment me. I was wearing a rather low cut blouse that day and he could not help but look down it while he was speaking to me. I leant forward a bit to give him a better view of my tits, while turning my face up and fluttering my eyelashes at him.
"Melisand," he said, "Mrs Ellis and I are very pleased with your work. You are settling in very well."
I thanked him and told him how much I was enjoying working there. I thought about saying how well he ran the section, but I decided that would sound as if I was being a creep. I did smile winningly at him, though, and was amused to see a definite stirring in his trousers. He quickly turned away and walked back to his desk.
The following week, I approached Daniel by the coffee machine. I had never joined in teasing him, but he smiled a bit nervously at me as I walked up. "Would you like to take me out?" I asked. "Nothing elaborate. Maybe a drink and something to eat?"
He looked as though I had hit him. He did not know what to do and I was more than ever certain that he lived with his Mum. After a few minutes he mumbled something I could not hear. "That is settled then." I said. "Thursday, after work. One thing, though. I know some of the girls tease you, so it might be better if we kept this as our little secret." He nodded. I still do not think he knew what was happening to him!
Thursday came. Daniel had had a haircut and looked much smarter than usual. He kept looking at me and I was worried this might give the game away. I think he was also worried in case I was just playing a nasty practical joke on him. I had not dressed up at all – that was not part of the plan.
So, first chance I got I cornered him by the coffee machine. "Are we still on for tonight?" he asked anxiously. "Of course." I said. "Now stop staring at me before everyone realises what is happening. Just wait for me after work."
He still kept looking at me when he didn't think anyone would notice. I am sure Mrs Ellis noticed and she gave me a grin and threw a knowing look towards Daniel. The other girls were too interested in talking about their boyfriends and the latest celebrity gossip magazine.
Daniel usually left at 4:30. I had found him skulking – there is no other word for it – in the corridor shortly before 5:00 and I suggested he go to the server room until I was ready to leave. The server room is Daniel's kingdom and the only people allowed in there are Daniel and Mr Jones.
I left the office at about 5:15. Most people leave dead on 5:00, with the rest staying on until at least 6:00, so I knew we would be able to avoid anyone noticing us. Daniel must have been waiting by the door, because he threw it open at my first knock. I think he was still afraid that I would stand him up.
We did not go to the pubs nearby, because they are always full of people from the office. I took him to a bar about ten minutes walk away. He bought me a drink.
"Where shall we go?" he asked. "There is quite a nice French restaurant in Alban Street."
Daniel had obviously been asking the wrong people for advice. Tartuffe is very expensive and the sort of place that middle-ranking managers go to in order to seduce their secretaries.
"No, thank you," I said, "I am taking you home and cooking for you".
He tried to protest, but I was having none of it. I finished my drink and put my coat on, giving him no choice but to do the same. I live about fifteen minutes walk away from the pub, and after about five minutes I took him by the hand. His palms were sweaty and I knew he was not expecting this.
I am lucky. My mum and dad built a granny flat for my Nan. She was a fiercely independent lady and it had its own front door and even its own garden gate. There was one door connecting the flat to the house, but otherwise it was completely self-contained. My Nan died when I was seventeen and my parents let me move into the flat when I started work the following year. The first thing I did was to put a couple of bolts on the connecting door.
