Tyler and Jacob were both laughing as they walked into what appeared to be an empty breakroom for a cup of coffee. They had just completed the company's new 'Sexual Harassment in the Workplace' seminar.
They both had enjoyed the interruption of their day, the mandatory quarterly training sessions always broke up the monotony of the daily grind. But though both young men enjoyed the break in their routine, they also found this particular training to be a waste of their time, as neither of them were in any position to use sex as leverage in the corporate world. But they had fun with it anyway.
They had sat in the back of the large room and made snide comments under their breath, like a couple of high school kids, barely paying attention to the session. And they were still joking about it as they made their coffee in what they assumed was an empty breakroom.
Jacob was in his first year with the company, and a clerk in the mailroom. He was average height and a tad overweight. He was not ugly, but certainly unremarkable in his looks. In fact, if it wasn't for his borderline insolent personality he would have been easily forgotten.
Tyler was hired only six months before Jacob, and was an assistant to the assistant for one of the vice presidents. So he was basically a 'gopher'. He was the guy who always got sent to go for this, or go for that. He spent a lot of time compiling data and doing research. Schlep work, he called it. But it was a foot in the door of a respectable company, and the largest employer in the area.
He had played basketball and baseball in high school and had kept up with his love for sports by playing basketball for the small college he'd gone to. He also joined leagues around town, both basketball and frisbee, and was considering joining the company softball team.
So he was physically fit, and at six feet tall and with curly blond hair, Tyler was the more attractive of the two. His blue eyes and strong chin garnered him his share of attention from the women in the company, unlike his friend.
He had had a brief fling with a woman from the legal department, and it had ended rather amiably. The sex had been great, but they really didn't have anything else in common, so they broke it off, with hints that maybe they could get together occasionally for some carnal fun.
And while that hadn't happened yet, he noticed that some of her friends were a bit more friendly after his relationship with her, and he wondered if he hadn't gotten some free advertising.
He was enjoying the extra flirting and was appreciative of it, no matter what sparked it. He had hopes of getting at least one of those girls in the sack.
But the one female in the company who never seemed to notice him was the vice president of Tyler's department. She was a very sexy woman in her mid forties. Tyler knew she had never been married, but had a daughter who was only a few years younger than himself.
Although she was gorgeous, she had a very stern, even intimidating demeanor, and was rarely seen smiling. Tyler always assumed that she had to carry herself that way in order to be taken seriously in a male dominated profession, as not many women had managed to break the glass ceiling that early in the 1980's
And being a gopher in her department meant that Tyler had to do her grunt work, even the mundane personal tasks that she couldn't be bothered with. But he didn't mind it at all when he had to get her a cup of coffee, or pick up her dry cleaning, Or go over one of his reports with her.
He usually got a peek at her legs as she sat in her desk chair, her skirt pulled tight as she sat cross legged at her huge desk. The hem almost raising enough to reveal whether she was wearing stockings or pantyhose, but not quite. Sometimes he even caught a glimpse down her top at the frilly bras she wore.
Barbara Garbino, despite her no nonsense attitude, was, at least to Tyler, one of the hottest women in the company. She was a petite woman, but her high heels and perfect posture, added to her serious air, made her seem almost statuesque.
A luscious set of B cup tits were always on display by her erect posture and the stylish, tailored business suits she wore. Her form fitting outfits also accentuated her narrow waist and wide, womanly hips, and an ass that Tyler lusted for daily. She also had a set of legs that many younger women would kill for. Firm thighs and rounded calves that flexed tantalizingly as she strutted around the office.
And as if her smoking hot body wasn't enough, she had the classic mediterranean features of an olive complexion, big, dark eyes, high cheekbones, and wide, full lips. She wore her hair stylishly short, exposing her sensuous neck.
"I mean, seriously, what am I going to do, withhold the interoffice mail from Mary down in legal if she doesn't give me a blowjob?!" Jacob asked with a laugh, bringing Tyler back to the breakroom.
Tyler laughed along with his friend and added, "I would think if anyone was going to be sexually harrassed it would be us! But would it count as harrassment if we enjoyed it?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows in his best Groucho Marx impression.
"I know what you're thinking," Jacob said with a lewd grin, "You're just hoping old Barbie baby will make you perform sexual favors for her someday, to help you advance your career!"
"Fuck my career!" Tyler blurted, "She's so sexy, I would perform sexual favors for her, for free, in a heartbeat! I would eat her sweet pussy until she creamed my face!"
"Hell yeah man, and I would have to check out that killer ass of hers!" Jacob chimed in, "Imagine how it jiggles when she takes it doggie style!" He held his hands out as if he was holding a woman's hips while he thrust his own. "You think ol' Barbie takes it in that fine ass of hers?"
Their laughter, and in fact the entire conversation, ended abruptly at the squeak of the ladies room door, just beside the coffee counter. Both men gawked, like deer in the headlights, at the site of Barbara Garbino standing just a few feet away, drying her hands on a paper towel.
Barbara watched her hands work intently, not even acknowledging the presence of Tyler and Jacob, who quickly went back to pouring coffee, grabbing creamer, anything to avoid looking at the older, intimidating beauty. They both realized that she had heard every word they had said. They both wondered if she could hear their hearts beating.
Barbara finished drying her hands, and as she was throwing her paper towel into the can, she finally spoke. "Hello Jacob." She said casually.
Jacob managed a mumbled, "Hell, hello Barbara." His face beat red, and quickly looked away again.
"Tyler, I would like to see you in my office at the end of the day." Barbara continued, just as casually, but in her usual business like manner. Her eyes were locked on Tyler's, and he was afraid to look away. He was afraid of looking as guilty as he felt.
Tyler tried to sound just as casual yet professional as he replied, "You got it Barbara." He tried to read her face. She always looked so serious, and the look he saw then was no different. She was as stoic as ever, if not slightly more intense.
