Thomas sat back at his desk again and ran the events of last Monday through his head for the fourteenth time that day. He had been ready to quit when he had found Melissa in the basement crying. Lending a sympathetic ear, he had suddenly found himself underneath her large frame as it bounced up and down on his cock. Ever since then, Melissa had been kind and generous towards him whereas she wouldn't have given him the time of day before. Obviously word had spread as the other girls in the office had begun looking at him furtively over the tops of their cubicles with big grins on their faces. At first Thomas thought they might have been having a joke but their attention seemed genuine enough and soon he found many of them hanging around by his desk, eager to talk to him. Nikki had even taken to sitting on his desk while he typed, her short skirt riding up her legs.
As for Melissa, she had taken to calling him sweetie and grabbing his arse when she thought no-one else was looking. While the attention was certainly flattering, Thomas was beginning to suspect some sort of wind up was in action. He wasn't sure what would be involved but knowing the girls, he would end up the butt of the joke as usual. It wasn't until two weeks after shagging Melissa did he find out what they had in mind.
"Do you have five minutes to spare Tom?"
Thomas turned around on his stool ready to face the next dumb piece of work to be thrust as him. Instead, what was thrust at him was far, far better.
Danielle was standing in front of him in an exceptionally tight black top and skirt combination and a cheeky grin. Danielle didn't come to see Tom too often as she was in a different department and their paths hardly ever crossed. Even so, Tom knew who she was. She'd been pointed out to him by Ed, the guy that he had taken the job over from. While passing Customer Affairs, Ed had made sure to point out Danielle and her most outstanding assets. Danielle was a petite lady, small in stature and quiet in voice. However, this only served to make her most prominent features all the more apparent. She sported the biggest pair of breasts Thomas had ever seen on a woman her size. They jutted out from her chest like a pair of basketballs, seeming to swell over the top of whatever low cut top she was wearing. If Tom wasn't an expert on judging the shape and anatomy of the female bust, he would have sworn they were fake. But they sagged a little under the weight and moved in a natural way when she moved her arms. Oh yeah, they were real all right and every guy in the office knew it.
"What can I do for you?" asked Thomas, trying very hard not to look down her top.
"I have a few boxes that need bringing up here and I wondered if you could give me a hand with them," she replied.
"Sure, where are they?" he said.
Danielle smiled her cheeky smile and giggled slightly.
"The basement," she said, "come on, I'll show you where they are."
Tom got up and followed her out of the office, unaware of the frantic whispering going on behind him from all the other girls.
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The basement was deserted of course. Once Tom stepped out of the elevator, he knew something other than manual labour was on the menu. The place was just as he had left it two weeks ago. He hadn't been down here and as far as he could see, neither had anyone else.
"What was it you needed a hand with?" he asked as he heard the bolt slide into the lock behind him.
"Oh, just some lifting…."
