Having reached the fine old age of eighteen Suzanne was only too pleased to kiss school goodbye and enter the workforce. She did have one large advantage in this - her uncle. He ran a construction company and was willing to hire her, at a pittance, with promises of higher wages once she'd gained some experience.
He'd been true to his word. By the time she was nineteen Suzanne was quite an able administrator, often working out of on-site offices, and quite happy with her more respectable wage.
One other thing she had learnt. While a skirt and blouse might be appropriate when working at the main office they were highly inappropriate when working out of a site office. Jeans and button-less blouses were the order of the day in those places. Men couldn't accidentally trip you and cause skirts to fly up if you weren't wearing skirts. Neither could they brush against you and cause buttons to pop if you had no buttons. Looking down the front of your blouse was nigh impossible if you had a high neck blouse.
Suzanne could, of course, have complained about sexual harassment. Far better, from her point of view, to take steps to overcome the problem herself. While an official complaint might have been upheld it would also be on her record that she was a complainer. Why bother when the solution was in her own hands?
It was also fun to wear tight jeans to work, knowing that they stretched over a pert little bottom while her blouse was adequately filled. She didn't mind the men watching and wondering as long as they couldn't take steps to see.
It was near the end of the week and Suzanne was in a site office, ready to go home. The only reason she hadn't already left was because she was waiting for Joe, one of the sub-contractors, to arrive and pick up instructions for his next job. He was running late and as far as she was concerned if he wasn't here when the final whistle blew he was going to just have to miss out. Well, she might give him a few minutes extra, but only a few.
Just before the whistle blew the phone rang. It was Joe, full of apologies. There's been an accident and he'd felt compelled to stay and help out until the emergency services had arrived. They'd arrived and he was on his way and would be there in ten minutes. Was that OK?
Of course that's OK, Suzanne assured him, swearing quietly to herself. She resigned herself to waiting while she watched the men streaming off the site, all of them heading home while she waited.
The ten minutes passed and Suzanne was starting to feel a little niggly when she saw a car pull onto the site and someone got out. Unless the zoo had lost an ogre that had to be Joe. Joe was one of those people once seen, never forgotten. Six foot tall and six foot wide, carved out of a chunk of granite, was the impression he made. A very solid man.
She was standing waiting when Joe entered the site office, with his first words being an apology for being late.
"These things happen," murmured Suzanne. "You had the courtesy to ring and that sort of thing always makes a difference. If you care to come this way?. . ."
She strolled through the small office to the conference room attached, giving her hips a little swish as she walked. She kind of liked Joe. He was always polite to her and didn't ogle her like some of the other men. That didn't mean he didn't look. She suspected that right now his eyes were glued to her bottom as he followed her.
She passed him the relevant folder and waited while he sat and went quickly through it, ready to answer any queries he might have. He raised a couple of minor points and then signed, giving her a copy of the contract.
"Much of a muchness," he said in his deep rumbling voice. "The boys and I will get on with it first thing Monday. Thank you again for waiting back for me."
"Not a problem, Joe," she replied. "My pleasure."
Joe stood up and smiled, then his smile seemed to change slightly. Suzanne wasn't quite sure what the difference was, but there was a difference. All of a sudden instead of looking at her he seemed to be LOOKING at her, his eyes burning holes through her blouse. She felt heat pooling in her groin and her nipples were puckering. She eased her shoulders slightly forward, giving the material at the front of her blouse some slackness. Damned if she was going to have little tents on her blouse for his amusement.
Joe's eyes ran over the delectable young dish in front of him and he smiled.
"Tell me, Suzanne, just how do you get those jeans on in the morning? They look as though they've been sewn onto you."
"It just takes a bit of patience and helps me do my daily calisthenics," she said airily.
"And another set of calisthenics to get them off, I suppose?"
She smirked at him but didn't answer.
"Still, I know if I had to try and take them off you I'd have to turn you upside down and try to shake you loose and I can't see that sort of behaviour going down well."
Startled, Suzanne gave him a small frown.
"Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of trying to take them off. I'll be quite happy to let you do that for me."
"Ha. As if."
"Why not?"
