Carol was the new face in the office. A hired temp to help out with the Christmas rush that always caught the firm sleeping.
Her new boss, Jeremy, was a handsome hunk of 6’2” muscle. He obviously worked out regularly and along with his good looks, made him a prize for any single girl who had the balls to catch him. And that was the problem, women don’t have balls, and Jeremy didn’t like women because of that very reason: he was gay.
Carol couldn’t believe it when Jane, Carol’s senior, told her he was off limits. “You can try girl, but he’ll brush you off like Debbie, Sandra and Helen were. They thought they could bed this man, but they were wrong.”
“We’ll see,” replied Carol as she pressed a pencil against her luscious red lips.
Carol had the perfect figure, 36-24-36, and her strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect teeth complemented her flawless skin. She had worked for a model agency, but work had dried up lately, “Something to do with the downturn in the economy” her agent told her after her last assignment.
Carol had never failed to get her man. She had bedded two millionaires, and one of their wives; three rock stars, four film stars and a handful of film producers in attempts to further her career. After every immaculate performance, it was the same old story; “We’ll keep in touch babe, and let you know when something comes up.”
She did succeed in a run of successful television commercials and had a minor part in one of the James Bond movies, but that was about it. Her primary source of income was modelling for clothing, swimwear and cosmetics.
“Hello girls,” greeted Jeremy as he arrived early. He smiled and placed his briefcase on his desk. Closing the office door behind him, Carol could see him through the plate glass as he sat in his leather chair, and picked up the telephone, calling his secretary into the office for dictation.
It was three days to Christmas and the last day at the office before breaking for the festive period. It was also Carol’s last day as a temp there too. That night was the office’s Christmas Office Party. ‘Tonight I’m going to fuck Jeremy,’ Carol thought to herself as she watched his secretary take dictation.
Late afternoon, Jeremy and his immediate boss, Clark, called for everyone’s attention. They had several envelopes in hand and began calling individual’s names. The envelopes contained cheques, Christmas bonuses for those whose face fitted in. Jeremy held the last of the envelopes and called, “Carol.”
Carol was taken by surprise. She shook hands with Clark, then as she was handed the envelope along with Jeremy’s right hand for a handshake, she leaned forward and kissed Jeremy on his cheek. The office erupted with spontaneous laughter and applause. Even Clark cheered. Jeremy blushed with embarrassment.
“Wow, a thousand pounds,” Carol gasped as she opened the envelop. There was also a letter explaining why she had received the bonus. In the last paragraph, it asked if Carol would like a full time job in the office. Carol decided to think it over.
Clark announced the end of the working day and that the party was now about to start in the main conference room. The conference room had been decked out with Christmas decorations and a table filled with snacks and drinks. After an hour of chitchatting and general niceties, the party began to liven up as the effects of the alcohol began to kick in.
Music played and Carol’s favourite tune played. She decided to take the opportunity to ask Jeremy for a dance. As she took his accepting hand, Carl winked at Jane. Jane had told several of the girls that Carol was going to try it on with Jeremy, so there was an instant audience.
They danced for a couple of songs and generally chatted about everything from the weather to where was the best nightclub in town.
“I quite like the Roxy,” Jeremy told Carol, “it’s not to rowdy, they have a good DJ and the beers ids good too.”
