Lynnette crossed her legs, mindful to keep her skirt at knee's length. She chatted with Dora from Underwriting, munching on salad between bits of office gossip. Working for a major insurance firm didn't have to be boring. With all of the love triangles and who's sleeping with whom, you could write a novel. She glanced outside at the falling snow. It was only a few days until Christmas and the office was glittering with festive decorations. She was especially happy to see this Christmas arrive. Her two-week vacation started after the office party. She needed a break and couldn't wait to be home for a while.
Barb Madison wandered over to their table and asked to sit. She was Mr. Albertson's secretary and knew all there was to know about the people in the office. Mr. Albertson was a womanizer, a cad and President of Operations. Barb knew all the gossip, and would occasionally give up what she knew. Barb was smiling a big grin, so she must have been ready to tell something really hot. "Guess who is bopping whom in the copy room at night?" Barb glowed with satisfaction of knowing what others didn't. Lynnette thought about it for a moment. Who had after hours access? Who was hot enough for someone to risk his career for? Lynnette ventured a guess. "Mr. Conrad of Risk Analysis?" Barb smiled and shook her head negatively. "Mr. Walters of Reinsurance is giving "the big one" to Francine Myers, Bob Altman's Secretary! Or should I say "the little one"! He has a whacker the size of a cocktail frank." The girls laughed. He was well known in the office for offering big raises to fuck office bimbos with his little pecker. Lynnette had been asked, but had politely refused. But that was before.
Back at her desk, Lynnette thought of her situation at home. It had been weeks since she had been fucked. Harold was holding out for some reason, but she had no idea why. He was not above sexual blackmail to get what he wanted. But Lynnette had no clue what he was after. He hadn't hinted about a gift. He hadn't been pouting lately. Her only other choice was that he was having an affair. He was getting his pole wet in someone else's pond. He'd had extra time on his hands since the shop he worked at had shut down to retool. It did that every year, but usually Harold was paid. This year, all the workers were told the company didn't have the money. It made things pretty tight at home. Maybe he had found someone to console him while she was at work. It made her furious just to think about it. She would scratch the eyes out of any woman who dared to take her man. As she mused about punishment for any tramp that would trifle with her husband, she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
She looked up to see her nephew standing in the doorway of her office. He was beaming and wearing a wide grin. Stanley was an ambitious lad who didn't mind starting at the bottom. She had gotten him a job in the mailroom, knowing he would soon be on his way to Junior Executive. He walked in and hugged her. He was always such an affectionate soul. Even as a child he was always giving her kisses and rubbing her stocking-covered legs and crawling into her lap to hug her. Stanley rubbed her back and hugged her tightly. He could feel her bra strap and felt his cock stir. He pulled away before she could notice how happy he was to see her. He lightly kissed her lips and then went on his way. Lynnette had compliments from all the women. "Stanley is so polite, and openly affectionate. Most young men don't know you in public these days."
The day she had waited for finally arrived. The office party was in an hour and then she could sneak out early and head home for two whole weeks. She gathered all the gifts she had been given and had them tucked away in a shopping bag, ready to make good her escape. She went out onto the floor to mingle a bit and say her holiday greetings before she left. Party streamers and mistletoe had converted the staunch old insurance firm in to a winter wonderland. She smiled a big smile as she went around the room, hugging and kissing people. Some men she kissed on the cheek. Others insisted on a kiss on the lips. She tried to resist, but when a woman has done without physical affection as long as she had, it is hard to keep your lips to yourself. The libation helped some. A few nips of the office punch and she was feeling warm and friendly enough to kiss every guy in the office.
Lynnette heard her name being called. Mr. Albertson was in the doorway of his office, wiggling his finger at her and calling her name. She walked over on wobbly legs. He smiled at her and pointed up to the mistletoe hanging over his door. She obliged by turning her cheek up to him. He took hold of her face and turned her back and kissed her on the lips. Mr. Walker, his Junior Executive, giggled at the exchange. Mr. Walker giggled too much to be taken seriously. She smiled at them and started to walk off. "Not so fast, little lady. I've something for you. Come into my office." Lynnette obediently followed him in and paid no attention when Mr. Walker closed the door. "Lynnette, dear, I am awfully proud of the job you are doing for us. I wanted to personally present you with a little bonus." He handed her an envelope and a package. She was shocked. No one ever got bonuses at this company. "Now Lynnette, let's keep this between us. The other girls might get jealous and we wouldn't want any strife. It is just a token of my esteem…and affection. He patted her shoulder and she looked up at him and smiled. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. It will be welcome. With my husband being out of work while they retool the plant, it will really help." Lynnette opened the envelope at Mr. Albertson's insistence. She dropped her chin in surprise when saw the $2,000.00. "Why, Mr. Albertson. I don't know what to say. How can I ever repay such generosity?" That was just the question he had wanted to hear.
