It had been a quiet day at the office so far. It wasn't a particularly hectic place on the best of days but with most of the assessors out of the office, it was rare that there was a lot of work to do. As was per usual, Thomas was taking advantage of the quiet day to surf the internet and fill out a few more online application forms. He was getting tired of this place and sick of the staff that he worked around. They were nice enough, most men would appreciate being stuck in an office with twelve young women but when mostly all of them were in long-term relationships and not interested in any extra-curricular fun, it could get very frustrating.
Not that Thomas didn't find any of them attractive. No, his was to be the eternal torment of the single horny male: to be surrounded by sexy women but unable to touch any of them. There was someone for everyone in the office. Thomas was a man of various fetishes but he wasn't going to confess them to anybody, let alone the girls he worked with. They'd flip if they knew what got him going. As per usual, all of the women were going out with some ridiculously good looking bloke who earned a packet and had a place bigger than the shoebox that Thomas lived in. Anyone would think that they would be happy, but not according to what he had to hear every day.
The main topic of conversation in the office was how insensitive the men in these women's lives were. Every day there would be some transgression of the unwritten Men/Women rules that no man is aware of and it would be what all the girls would talk about for the whole seven hours they were working there. Sometimes they would even ask Thomas of his opinion just to get "a man's point of view". Sometimes their frustrations were justified, other times it was just the girls being ungrateful. On the whole though, the problems lay firmly in the former category and Thomas had come to thinking that the guys in these girls' lives were complete jerks. Most men would kill to be with women like these.
Idly, he flicked his gaze over the top of the dividing screen to soak in the view before him. There was Nikki, a petite blonde with the nice arse or Lisa, the thin, pretty girl who wore low cut tops. Sometimes he liked to see Sarah, the raven-haired beauty in Accounts or maybe Melissa, the….
Hang on, what the hell was this? Melissa wasn't smiling. This was a strange thing given that Melissa was one of the cheeriest people in the office. People would joke around with her but she never seemed to come out on the office parties. She had a very refined accent as though she had spent her childhood at private schools. Maybe it was that which made her a little bit distant from the rest of the crowd. But it was unlike her to be sad.
As Thomas watched, Lisa went over to talk to her. There was the usual concerned look on the face, the arm round her shoulder and then suddenly she was off! Melissa dashed out of the room, tears springing from her eyes as she ran. Lisa looked amazed. No one had ever seen her act like that before.
"What's gotten into her?" asked Thomas as Lisa returned to her seat.
"Who knows?" said Lisa, "I just wanted her to check my stats and she ran out. I ought to go check on her."
"Leave her," he replied. "She probably just needs a little time on her own."
Thomas went back to his computer but wondered inside his head what had upset Melissa so. Maybe he could go help her. She was a pretty girl and he'd often whacked off at night thinking about her. She wasn't a thin girl but to call her fat wouldn't be fair. She was a big girl but nature had blessed her with a set of curves more dangerous than a winding road through a mountain range. Her generous frame supported a wide, shapely backside and a pair of breasts that looked large even on her wide body. Thomas broke out of his fantasy to see his trousers tented out in front of him. Must stop daydreaming he thought to himself and pressed on with his work.
He had not been working for more than ten minutes when Mr Dawson came over and asked him to inventory the basement for him. Thomas reluctantly agreed to do so but underneath he was smiling. No one ever went into the basement and he could hang around down there for hours without anyone knowing. He locked up his computer, picked up a clipboard and headed down into the depths of the office block.
Twenty minutes later, he had his arms around Melissa. He had found her hiding down there behind a series of old archived files. She had stopped crying but was still quite upset. When he found her, she made as if to leave but he had stopped her, saying that it wasn't right to bottle up her fears, she ought to let it all out.
And then she did. And boy was there a lot. Thomas heard about how the guy she was seeing had left her suddenly just as they were about to move in together. How he had cheated on her and then walked out, saying that he needed to be with someone who fitted him, not some overweight elephant. Thomas had been ready to go and find the guy and smack the shit out of him but what Melissa said next blew him away.
"I saved myself for him because I thought he was the one," she said. "All the other girls talk about how much sex they've had and how many men they've been with and it makes me mad! I could have been having the best sex of my life and instead I wasted my time with that jerk!"
"There's still time," said Thomas, "You're young, sexy. You could pull any guy you fancied in a club."
"You're sweet," she said, "but I'm way out of shape. I've gotten fat while I've been seeing him. How could I get someone now?"
"Well, to start with, you're not fat. You're just a large woman and there are plenty of guys out there who would go for someone like you. I know, I am one."
"Really?" she said, surprised.
"Absolutely. I think you look stunning."
Melissa smiled. It wasn't her usual smile, but one that was devious and cunning. One that said a new idea had entered her mind and she was going to run with it.
"So, saying you were out and you saw someone like me. Would you chat them up?" Her hand moved slowly from where it had rested on his shoulder across the back of his neck.
Thomas felt her hand gently touch the sensitive hairs on the back of his neck. He looked into her deep brown eyes. Mischief lay in their depths.
"Would you take her home and have sex with her?"
