My life has been a series of almost but not quite since I have been thinking about it. Starting with high school where I ended up as salutatorian (a whole .017 points behind the valedictorian); to my day’s running track (seldom finishing first, but always second); to my higher education where I ended with diploma in hand and ranked third in my class; – always close, but never at the top. So it came as no surprise when I was finally offered a job with Hancock, Anderson, Olsen, and Associates that after 8 years, I was still the Associates part of the firm. True others had come and gone, but a couple had been elevated to junior partner over me. Always the same story – the managing partner would call me in to tell me the same story “Well Stan (my name for the record), you have been doing well, but Brock or Biff or whoever the hell, has been a little sharper so we have promoted him over you. No hard feeling – maybe next time. And keep up the hard work, we really appreciate it.” Yep, always the same, always right there just not the top – YET.
The Friday staff meeting was normally the end of another long week and the regular folks hated them, even the upper half. But for those of us underlings, it was really bad. Those meetings normally told of the folks who were being promoted (or not) and any tid bits we could savior over the weekend. But the meeting held on June 2nd is the one I will keep in my memory for a long time.
This particular meeting started as did all the rest with Mr. Hancock taking the floor with his normal rhetoric – “thanks for the hard work, we are looking good, yadda, yadda, yadda” and by the way, starting on Monday we will have a summer hire coming in. This is only a temp position and come September the position will be vacant. But if it works out well, we may think about having a temp position full time, as the need arises. So without further ado, I would like to introduce Samantha Thomas. Samantha, could you come in please?”
Samantha came into the room and the light grew in intensity. Here was an absolute beauty of a woman. She stood five foot seven inches tall, was well dressed in a businesswoman’s attire and she had just the right amount of make-up. Her hair was strawberry blonde in color and fell gracefully framing her face. Accentuated by high cheekbones, lips that were full but not pouty, and eyes capable of melting an iceberg and of the brightest blue I had ever seen. Her smile was both disarming, and business like with a hint of curiosity or mischief. Her presence could be seen as well as felt. A hush came over the room as Mr. Hancock let his eyes roam over the beautiful woman standing before us. I glanced around the room quickly and saw I was not the only one taken by the woman before us. Most of the others were sitting with mouths ajar or outright lust all over the place. I must admit I had a scramble going on inside my slacks as well. Seldom does a woman command such attention, yet here Samantha stood, making us all wish we were younger so we might be attractive to her as well. Little hope for me, just the lowly associate, but I could dream.
“Miss Thomas is here for the summer and will be returning to college for the fall semester. Her plans are to continue law school and specialize in civil actions and domestic problems. We wish to welcome you Miss Thomas. Stan could you show the lady to the seat next to you so she might join us for the meeting?”
My mouth was dry as I rose from my chair and tried to smile toward her. Even being older by several years I was the one having difficulty with her being close to me. As she moved in my direction at the end of the table, I saw the first of her smiles that showed a genuine friendliness. Immediately the rumble could be heard from everyone else as to where she was sitting, but it was obviously the spot where she would be most likely to fit in. Watching her walk toward me I felt that familiar stirring again in my slacks and was thankful I had worn a newer pair of jockey shorts that morning. I felt the fiber being stretched and knew I would have been embarrassed if my arousal could be easily seen. Bad enough I knew it was there.
My hand reached for hers as I pulled her chair out with my other hand. As soon as her hand touched mine I felt blood rush to my face. Her smile was one of reassurance as she gave it to me freely and glided into the chair I had provided. A polite ‘thank you’ was spoken and I heard her voice for the first time. As expected she was blessed with a wonderful voice as well.
Samantha gasped her chair on the sides as if to pull it forward and it moved easily as I assisted from the back. Again her smile and soft ‘thank you’ was music to my ears. The meeting continued and I tried to stay focused on the subjects. This account, this case, that case, that situation, were all a dull buzz in my head. Every opportunity I got I found myself glancing toward Samantha. Well dressed to be sure, but still with so much to hide, not all could be concealed by her clothing. The skirt portion of her suit had moved upward and even with only mid thigh showing, the sight was very pleasing. As my eyes scanned over the material of the hose covering her legs and ended with the starting of the bottom hem I was in awe of her. The skin appeared so soft and smooth, yet firm, whether by youth or exercise or both I knew not. But the sight was stimulating as apparent by the small mound at my front. Comfort was not the issue as my member strained to rise. I found myself moving this way and that trying to gain some relief, but no use. Finally I gave up and decided to just move further under the table. Another mistake unfortunately. As I moved forward the bottom of the table was lower than thought and grabbed me causing the mound to grow upward. I was trapped with nowhere to go, so I sat, hoping Samantha would not look down.
My eyes moved upward, fearing she was looking in my direction and hoping she was looking as well. Slowly my gaze traveled upward, over the bottom of her coat, up over the swell of her breasts, flashes of material showing between the buttons of her blouse, to her neck, so smooth and soft, to her face, without blemish or mark, and finally to her eyes. When I focused she was glancing downward at my lap and as if she knew I was looking her eyes darted upward to catch mine before I turned away. Blood rushed forward to my face and caused a sudden shrinking of my member, a good thing, but bad in that anyone looking in my direction would know something had embarrassed me. Hopefully no one would know just what.
Finally I returned my eyes to her face and found she had an almost sympathetic look and concern written there. Immediately I felt better, this goddess had made me feel comfortable, even if we could never mention the situation again.
The clock moved fast and slow at the same time. Meetings always move slowly, but the fact that I was next to the goddess made it move quicker. Then at 5:15 p.m. the meeting finally ended. I was about to speak to Samantha as a person and not as the guy at the end of the table when Mr. Hancock spoke up, “Miss Thomas, could I see you in my office for a moment to take care of a couple of personnel issues?”
“Yes sir. I’ll be right there.”
She turned and walked away and I watched as her movements caused all conversation to stop in her wake. Every eye in the room watched as she went by. Comments could be heard under the breath of many and nearly every male in the room completed obvious ‘adjustments’. When she disappeared through the double doors a combined ‘whew’ went up. Comments such as “you see that ass?” “What a rack!” and others bounced off the walls. Then there was the one that made me angry with others, and myself “Hey Stan, get a good whiff and cheap feel from down there? Makes me wish I were just an associate again.” The last comment came from Doug, a junior partner who had been promoted ahead of me.
I left for my little office and gathered my things up. Just then I saw the Anderson file on my desk with a note for some research to be done. Needed ASAP (aren’t they all?), so I put my things down and went to the library to get the materials for the case. Not much to do, but then again it was my job and one I did very well. Within 45 minutes I had the items together and went for the door once more.
Walking down the hall to the elevator I heard the faint clicks of a ladies pair of shoes. I turned the corner and saw Samantha walking toward me. Still the picture of professionalism, but a bit different. As we drew nearer it was obvious she was upset. Then at the elevator she paused and looked toward me, a smile coming to her face as easy as rain falling from the sky. But the smile could not over shadow the redness of her eyes. She had been crying. I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her but knew she would be made to feel even more uncomfortable. Instead I waited for her to speak. Finally she did.
“Guess you are wondering why my eyes are red, right?”
“Actually Ms Thomas, it is none of my business, but since you mention it, yes, I am wondering why such an attractive woman appears to have been crying on her first day at work.”
“Well, first off, please call me Sam. Second I just got off the phone with my ex-boyfriend, Stephen. He told me it was the biggest mistake I had ever made to leave him and he would see to it that everyone at my new job knew just what type of woman I was. That he would even call the CEO and tell him I was nothing but a cheap whore that relied on my looks and talents ‘out of the office’ to get me where I wished to be.”
I could tell she was really upset about it so I offered with a half smile, “Well, I can say I would be upset also if you had left me. But for the record, I am NOT someone who can advance you in the company, so you AND your reputation are safe as long as I am around.”
I smiled as innocent of a smile as I could and hoped she would see the humor (as intended). Her look at first told me she had not, then as the logic took hold; she smiled a brilliant smile that shook me to the core.
“All-right Stan, guess you are the lucky one tonight then. I am out to prove I do not sleep with men just to get to the top.”
