PART 1: LITTLE CORNER OFFICE
It all began when I needed a bigger allowance to feed my addition to gadgets. I had been working several part-time jobs, including being a courier in my district.
So I asked my courier company to hand me more shifts, and got assigned to deliver evenings to the commercial district. The commercial district was refurbished from rows of very old, low-rise shophouses. Today, they house air-conditioned modern offices.
I was puzzled that so many offices would be open after normal working hours, but many actually operated through the night as their businesses covered several time zones.
On my first assignment, the supervisor had me send three items. The last addressee was hard to locate. Luckily a phone number was on the parcel, and I called. A female voice answered and gave me directions. No wonder I was lost! The office was in a secluded corner of the complex, and only reachable by an inconspicuous lift retrofitted into the shophouse façade.
I pressed "4" on the panel and the doors opened to a small, private lobby, adorned by pots of plastic plants in corners and a bench for waiting visitors. The actual entrance to the office was a thick wooden door with an opening at eye level, so staff could see who's calling. The whole place looked homey -- more private residence than office.
Upon ringing, the door slit opened and suddenly my trip was worthwhile. There appeared a gorgeous face: fair, chiselled cheeks; shimming, re-bonded hair; large, iridescent eyes looking right into me.
After an awkward pause, I remembered my job. "Er, delivery...."
"Ah!" she chirped. "You managed to find this place!"
"Er, not without your help!"
"I got lost too, when I first started working here," she chimed.
Since that friendly exchange, I hoped to be mesmerized by that pretty face and melodious voice again....
X X X
On my next delivery to the secluded office, the pretty office lady recognized me. She asked if I was a full-time courier because I looked 'a little young'. I explained that I was a student doing this for the extra money.
"That's good. Everyone should get some working experience as young as possible. It helps!" She quipped.
"And.... what.... about you?" I took the chance get to know the pretty-face better.
"Ohhh, I work here, as you can see. I'm actually a secretary, but my job involves taking overseas calls. So I work the night shift because it's office hours in the foreign offices."
"You're alone?"
"Yup."
"Must be pretty lonely all by yourself, night after night."
She exhaled a short sigh, cut short probably because she realized it improper to complain to a stranger. "What-to-do? Just do what the company says."
"What does your company, er, do?"
She gave a lengthy explanation on how her logistics employer operated, and how only a skeleton staff was needed here, because most of the footwork had been outsourced, and her office didn't physically handle the goods they coordinated.
That voice was so crisp and sweet and I wished I could just listen to her all night. Whenever I began to be sedated by that voice, I stirred and realized I needed to punctuate the conversation with more questions, which ended up being lame.
"Your, uh, family must tolerate you sleeping all day then."
"Oh, my husband understands." The eyes drooped a little.
I was agape. "Husband? I didn't expect you to be married!"
A giggle. "And why not?"
"You.... you look so young!" I blurted bluntly.
The eyes tinkled. "Why, thank you...."
"Just how old are you?"
"Oh my, you want to know everything, don't you?" she teased accusingly. "How old do you think I am?"
I guessed 22, or 25 at most. She surprised me with her real age: 30.
"Oh wow, your husband is so lucky!" I exclaimed tactlessly. "It's like marrying a pretty schoolgirl!"
She chuckled. "Yes, lucky him." Silence for a moment. "Looks like I'm more suited for bashful schoolboys like you."
My cheeks heated up, and it seemed both of us felt awkward. Then I changed the topic, and asked what her office looked like. The lobby was unusually homey for a commercial unit, and I was curious what the actual office was like.
"I'm not supposed to let anyone in just like that, you know," she said. "Why don't I just let you peek through this gap?"
I was about to reply that I didn't really want to look, but the face had moved back. So I just went forward and tiptoed to glance.
To my surprise, the office was only slightly wider than a corridor, with tables lined along its length and space just enough for everyone who walk up and down the room's extent. I couldn't see the entire room, but it seemed there were larger rooms and areas beyond my sight.
I whistled to express my surprise at the narrowness of her work space.
She pursed her lips. "I know, but you can just entertain yourself on the Internet," she groused.
I peered at her as she spoke. She leaned on the desk next to the entrance, hands on tabletop supporting her weight. She was facing the left instead of the door, so I got a good side view of her, accentuated by her pink, buttoned cloth blouse and tight black pants. I visually traced her nicely contoured chest, from its obvious spherical protrusion from her side. And that bum...... what a bum!
Her bum rested on the table, flesh rounding out a little because of her applied weight. That weight lifted itself off now, and the bum still looked very tight and toned. It was shapely indeed, curving out bold contours from her thighs and waist. Then it turned out of my view as the secretary neared me.
"Seen enough?"
I stammered, "Y-yeah," instinctively interpreting her question to mean her, not the office. It was an overreaction.
"So.... what else can I help you with?" she chimed. And I remembered to ask the most important question.
"What's your name?"
"Venus."
"Wow... Like the goddess?"
"I get that all... the... time..."
"Well...... you look the part!" I blurted.
A giggle. "And your name?"
"Teddy."
"You're too skinny for a bear!"
And then Venus said she had better get back to work. She bade me goodbye and said she hoped to speak to me again.
I hoped it was real soon....
PART 2: SMALL TALK
When I next rang the doorbell to that office, I was fidgeting and adjusting my collar, like a man waiting for his date to appear.
The gap opened to reveal Venus' angelic face.
"Hi....hiii," I stammered.
Venus smiled. "Hi."
I clumsily shoved the envelope into the gap, muttering, "I believe this is yours."
To which Venus giggled, "You.... believe? And if it's not?"
That rattled me. "I mean.... I'm sure.... it's right!"
I tried be cool about it, but things only got harder when Venus went further out to a table to sign my receipt.
Tonight, Venus wore a dowdy white, tight skirt and a dark blue top that reflected faint sheens off the clinical office lights. I caught sight of her dark lacy panty, clearly visible through that tight, white skirt. Roving my eyes up, I perceived a matching bra beneath her blue blouse, from the same flowery patterns imprinted on the silky cloth.
I mentally removed that tight clothing and visualised her in her lingerie, taking in every alluring bend of her outline.
When I woke up from daydreaming, Venus had been trying to pass my receipt to me, and had been holding it at the door slit for a while. He hurried took it and tried to chat with her.
Me: So... how's things?
Venus (winks, sending jolt down my spine): The same boring routine....
Me: Well.... why not change jobs? I've read that working at night harms your health in the long run. (What was I saying? I want her here!)
Venus: Maybe you have a point.... What's more, this arrangement is affecting my relationship with my husband.
Me: Huh? Why?
Venus: You're a nosy one, aren't you?
Me: No, er, I'm just asking.... Since you mentioned....
Venus: He's out working in the day, and I'm out at night. We hardly see each other. The only thing he does is make a nice cup of cocoa before I leave for work.... And then he goes to bed.
I never knew why, but whenever someone started pouring out her problems, my eyes would feel droopy immediately.
I tuned out and let Venus' melodious voice fill my ears, while my eyes roved all over her.
Venus was sitting on a table while pouring out her frustrations. She stroked the wooden surface with one hand, and tilted her head down in deep thought.
Her steamy silhouette was beautifully enhanced by how her attire fit snugly around the narrow curves, and made room for her fleshy protrusions. Her bum jutted proudly off her hips, narrowing itself at where her thighs began. At the peak of her flat abdomen rested two mounds, large enough to arouse, but not saggy, and proportional to her whole form. They rested snugly on lacy bra, two neatly packed packages of flesh.
If the proverbial Venus were a real person, this was as close as she could get....
Venus: .....and lately he doesn't even seem interested in making love to me.
Me: Really??
Venus: Sigh.... I shouldn't bore a bright-eyed schoolboy like you with my adult problems.
Me: No.... I.... I'd be happy to help! If you need to stay on this job, I can... chat with you on an app.... or even call you....
Venus: Why, thank you Ted! (charming smile that sent more volts onto my nerves) So now you think you're an SOS counsellor, too?
Me: N-nothing better than hearing your voice!
