"So have you seen the Cousin?" Chuck asked me excitedly almost as soon as I was in the door.
"Isn't that one of those talky French movies?" I replied not sure of what he was talking about. "I thought you didn't go in for that sort of stuff."
"No, Man. Jackie Jacob's cousin," he said. "She is unbelievable!"
"Is she the new girl who's supposed to start in the warehouse office today?"
"You bet. We've been buds a long time, so you know what I mean when I say that she is a stone fox. Built like a brick shithouse!" he said emphatically but with a sly smile.
Chuck was my best friend at work and we had worked together for a long while. Normally I worked the early shift and he worked days, but my band had an audition this morning and Chuck and I had switched. You see, we both worked in the commissary for a big family-owned restaurant chain, a fact that fit what each of us were into perfectly. I could play gigs at night with my band, make it into work by three a.m., put in my time and be home before noon. Chuck, on the other hand liked to sleep in late so he could be in to relieve me and still get off work in time to hit the clubs at night. We still had time to pal around on the weekends. We were often referred to as Mutt 'n' Jeff since Chuck was as short as I was tall.
"What does she look like?" I asked with my curiosity building.
"Oh, you'll know it when you see her!"
"Hey, Guys!" came the voice of Dave Wilken, our boss. "There's someone here I'd like you to meet."
Dave came walking up escorting a tall dark beauty. Chuck gestured to indicate that this was who had been talking about. She was gorgeous, probably five-ten or more, with long dark brown hair that ended just north of her butt, and big dark eyes, and a magnificent rack that swayed wondrously as she strolled up. She was wearing the kind of look I had seen many times before, that of a self assured young woman who knows that she's hot looking.
"Robby, Chuck, this is Denise Jacobs," Dave said, waving his hand between this ravishing young beauty and us. "She' be working with Sue and Chrissy over in the office."
"Nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand toward me with a smile that showed off her bright white teeth and full dark rosy lips. "Chuck, is it?"
"No, I'm Robby," I replied taking her soft hand in mine and giving it a polite shake. "Robby Scott. This is Chuck."
"Hi ya," said Chuck shaking her hand excitedly.
"Nice to meet you too," she said to Chuck with a smile before looking back to me. "You're the rock star aren't you?"
"Well, I don't know about that," I laughed off modestly. "I just play in a band."
"I know, Jackie took me to The Red Carpet a few weeks ago for one of your gigs," she said. "But we never had the chance to meet, I guess."
I remembered the gig that she was referring to. We played a weekend at the Red Carpet Lounge over on the Eastside. A lot of folks from work who live on that side of town came out to see us play on Saturday night. It was such a wild time and I didn't have time to greet everyone. I was sure that I would have remembered meeting her.
"That was a fun gig for us. Hope you enjoyed it," I said.
Dave took her by the arm and began to pull her away.
"There's a bunch of other people we've got to meet," he said.
"See you around," I called out as they began to move away.
"Nice to have met you," she said with a little wave, and then added, "Both of you."
I noticed as she moved away how her nipples were stiffening up enough to show through her clothes. I also thought I noticed that she licked her lips and gave me a wink. Then I thought again that maybe I was only imagining things. I know I'm an okay looking guy and I've never had problems with the ladies, particularly by playing in a rock 'n' roll band. But there was something in her smile and wink that called out to me.
"Did you check that out?" Chuck asked as he nudged me.
I was so busy checking out her skinny little butt and long legs that I almost didn't hear what he said.
"What's that?" I replied, absentmindedly. "D'jou say something?"
"Did you check that out, Man? If I didn't know better, I'd say she was sending out "the signal" Man. And I don't think it was for me. I mean, she's a little too tall for me, you know."
"Oh, really," I said looking at my diminutive friend. "Maybe so."
"So what do you think, Boys?" said Mike Mikular from the sales department as he came up behind us, giving us each a jab in the ribs. Mike was something of a bore but a decent guy just the same. "That's some pretty nice pussy on the troll don't you think?"
"Yeah, and she was almost slobbering all over Robby here," Chuck cracked.
"Oh, really?" said Mike. "I heard that she went for athletic types. You know she was working for a while out at the Stadium. Wilkins was saying that she screwed her way through the entire staff and had started on the team before getting transferred here."
"Well, we'll see about that," I said, watching Dave and Denise turn the corner out of sight. "Don't believe everything you hear."
"Besides, when did that ever matter?" Chuck cracked.
The rest of the workday went pretty smooth, although there was always a bunch of stuff to do on days that I wasn't used to working on mornings. By the late afternoon, I had gathered up the daily production worksheets and was sitting in the office entering the data in a computer terminal. Denise had apparently finished her on-the-job training and was busying herself with some things Sue or Chrissy had given her to do. I finished my entry and had turned away from the terminal to organize my papers when she got up and came over to my desk.
"So is your band playing anywhere this weekend?" she asked, standing directly in front of me.
I let my eyes rise up slowly to take in her figure before stopping at her big dark eyes. She was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a thin blue sweater over a brightly colored blouse. I could again see her nipples pointing out from her beautiful large breasts. She had such beautiful smooth olive skin, keeping in with her Lebanese heritage. Her nose was a little large, but not at all unattractive. Her eyes were large and dark, and sparkled wonderfully.
I could see the family resemblance between her and her cousin, Jackie, who was a beauty of living legend status in the company. Jackie had married Freddie, the son of the owners, who was really kind of a doofus and not all that good looking, but he had money and position and that was apparently what she was looking for. Jackie was a very pretty girl, shorter than her young cousin, with dark green eyes and the kind of body that most men dream of, slender but with curves in all the right places and large firm breasts that required great effort not to stare at. I remembered first meeting her at a company party before they were married when I had volunteered to tend the bar. I tried to mix her the best vodka martini I could make and always looked her straight in the eyes. Apparently that had made a difference because ever since, she had always kind of taken a shine to me. I had always thought that if I was going to quit my day job that I might make a play for her, since hearing the rumors that things weren't going too well between her and Freddie.
"We're playing at The Painted Pony down river on Friday and Saturday," I replied, looking into her great dark eyes.
"Where's that?"
"Down in Taylor, on Eureka road. Doors open at 8 p.m."
"Maybe I can get Jackie out of the house and come see you guys," she said, leaning forward. "I thought you guys were really good."
"Thanks."
She leaned farther forward rested her hands on the desk, letting her breasts push out farther against her blouse and sweater. The dark valley between her breasts opened wider. The evil side of me was tempted to reach up with a finger and pull the v-neck down, but I resisted. I could tell from her expression that she was sending out "The Signal" because I could hear it loud and clear. I also knew there was a bulge growing in my pants and that I should get going before I said something stupid.
"Well, I've got to get these filed back in the bakery and get out of here," I said, getting up from the desk.
"Sure thing," she said straightening up. "See you tomorrow."
"I'll be working my normal early shift so I'll see you when you get in."
"See ya," she said, giving me a little finger wave.
I smiled and made a quick exit. My stiff white starched cotton uniform probably didn't do much to perk her interest, but I was sure that she watched me leave because I feel her gaze on my butt. Since Sue was married and Chrissy was messing around with the warehouse VP it felt nice to have an available young woman to fool around with. We'll see if what Mikular said about her reputation was true.
I saw her just briefly during the next couple of days. I was often so busy keeping the line working that there was little time for hanging out in the office. She did make it a point to bring the order reports in and hand them to me personally each day. Fortunately or not, every time that she tried to say something personal to me I was interrupted by an employee needing my attention. I hoped that she didn't think I was trying to brush her off. Now, I had noticed that she was taking the early lunch so that Sue and Chrissy could go later, so I decided to sit the office around noon to make out the reports that I normally did at the desk in the bakery.
She was sitting at her new desk doing something on the computer when I strolled in. She glanced up with a surprised look on her face that turned into a big smile when she recognized me. I went over to the spare desk and sat down.
"I need a quiet place to get this stuff done without being interrupted," I remarked.
"I noticed that you're a pretty busy guy," she said.
"Sometimes too busy," I replied, as I began to spread out my papers.
We worked in silence for a while, she tapping away on her computer and I scratching away on my report forms. From time to time, I noticed that she would look over in my direction and when I looked up to return her glance she would smile modestly and turn back to her work. She was wearing a beige vest and slacks with a bright flowery print blouse underneath. From time to time, she would lean back in her chair and stretch her arms above her head.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to this data entry stuff," she remarked, reaching back to rub her neck. "I'm used to moving around more."
"I've heard you're a mover," I remarked.
"Oh, you have, have you?" she said, her smile getting broader. "And just what else have you heard about me?"
"You know, just guy talk."
"Like what?"
"Well, that you became pretty popular while you were working at the Stadium."
"I did have a lot of boyfriends, if that's what you mean. I'll admit that I do have a stronger appetite than a lot of other women. But what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing at all to me," I said. "It's just that some guys want their girlfriends to be faithful only to them, even if they aren't themselves."
"I learned about that firsthand," she said, her bright look fading a little. "I never broke a promise, but then I never made a promise that I couldn't keep."
"I can respect that," I replied. "I don't ask questions when I may not want to hear the answer."
