Jason was standing near the window in his office, gazing out at the east side of the Hyatt that faced his building. When he was bored, he'd stand there and scan the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of something interesting going on in one of the rooms. The frequency with which he did was rather astonishing to him. He never understood why so many people felt hidden in a room that had wide, floor to ceiling windows, but they did. Of course, it was possible that some folks wanted to intentionally put themselves on display. Jason was quite happy that they did.
He had just returned to his desk when one of the claims adjusters entered his office with a file in her hand. She smiled as she dropped the file into his inbox.
"Good morning Mr. Stewart," she jovially said.
Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why do you insist on calling me Mr. Stewart, Blair? I'm like only five years older than you."
"Because it's fun to irritate you, Mr. Stewart. Do I need a better reason than that?"
"You're really very easily amused, aren't you Blair?"
Her full red lips parted and spread into a sweet smile before responding. "I'll make a deal with you. One day when you're married, I'll leave the job of annoying you to your wife, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Jason said, waving her away with his hand. "Go get back to work. We don't pay you to bust my balls," he said with a chuckle.
"As you wish Mr. Stewart," Blair replied, a twinkle in her bright blue eyes as she turned and walked out the door.
Jason watched her go, the sway of her hips catching his attention as she did. Damned rules, he thought to himself. He understood quite well why the company had a strict no dating between employees policy, especially between managers and their subordinates. He understood, but that policy had planted him in a special kind of hell.
He managed a group of a dozen claims adjusters, ten of them women. The entire group got along with each other very well, which is why Blair's behavior was not unusual. Despite the fact that they all worked for Jason, the department had a night out together once a month to promote teamwork. As a result, they were all friends as well as colleagues, and they messed with each other unmercifully. Even so, none of them wanted to lose their job, so they all respected the rules and avoided overt flirtation and sexual innuendo while in the office.
The problem for Jason was that each of the women was quite attractive, with one of them more beautiful than the next. One would think that the law of averages would prevent such a thing from occurring, but in this case, one would be wrong. Not only were they attractive, but they were all likable and charming as well. They ranged in age from twenty-two through twenty-seven, and only two of them were married. Three more were involved in relationships. The rest were free agents, free to pursue anyone that wasn't a co-worker, of course.
The dirty dozen, as Jason had taken to calling them, sat in a row of cubicles stretching away from his office. The cubicle walls were low, and they sat six on each side of a center cubicle wall, facing each other. When they finished with a case, they brought it to him for review and approval. He seldom went out by the cubicles, but they frequently came into his office. Although he didn't fixate on them, Jason at times certainly did find himself watching as the women walked in and out of his office. It would be impossible for any straight man to avoid noticing them.
He grabbed the bottom folder from his inbox, opening the file and glancing at it with little interest. He frowned and let out a sigh before closing it, feeling less than inspired. He wasn't in the mood to do any work, deciding to spend an hour indulging his hobby instead. Jason pulled his small Chromebook out of his briefcase and opened it, bringing up the document he had started the previous evening.
Over the previous year, he had decided to write. He had discovered a website that published erotic stories and decided to try his hand at writing some of his own. He fancied himself a decent author, but more importantly, found that he enjoyed the creative process. No one knew of his little hobby, as he kept it as his own dirty little secret. He would often draw from his everyday experiences, twisting them into erotic tales in his mind.
Jason spent the next hour pounding on the keyboard, making progress on his latest work. It was the first in a planned series of stories written in first person as a woman. In his mind, the character has a mundane office job and she becomes sexually fixated on her boss. The entire series will take her from being an innocent young woman with a crush who progresses into a sexual creature intent on an ever increasing level of debauchery.
Of course, as he wrote Jason could and did picture any one of the beauties that worked for him as being the lead character in his story. How could he not? As such, he decided he'd keep his descriptions of the woman vague enough as to allow any of the ten women to fit the bill. He found himself enjoying writing this story much more than his earlier work, because it gave him an extra thrill as it felt more real somehow.
Once the hour was up, Jason closed his computer and got back to work. The morning flew by and before he knew it, it was time for lunch. He had some errands to run, so he rushed out of the office to ensure he'd be back in time for the meeting he'd scheduled with his group early that afternoon.
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Blair looked up from her computer and watched Jason on his way out of the office. She had been busy all morning, and didn't even realize that lunchtime had arrived. She saved the file she was working on and glanced across at her friend Kathy, who sat across from her.
"Are we going to the Tacoteria?" Blair asked.
"I am. I don't know about the other girls, but I've got a craving."
Three of the other girls chimed in as well. The five of them locked their computers and gathered their purses before heading toward the exit.
"I'll drive," Blair said as they walked.
"I'd drive, but my Smartcar won't fit the five of us too well," said Kayla as she twisted a lock of her raven hair.
"It's no problem," Blair joked. "You can buy me lunch."
"Not me," Kayla laughed. "It's Amber's turn. Or Heather's."
"Oh please," Amber said with a giggle. "I'd drive but I'm low on gas."
