"Visitor for Jim Gordon?" came the voice from the other side of the security desk, where I had been sitting for the last hour filling in paperwork. I looked up from writing into the log book, and at first I was staring directly at a voluptuous pair of boobs, straining against the thin material of a white blouse, before I continued, reluctantly, to raise my head higher until I was staring at the deep blue eyes, of Jim Gordon's secretary Barbara Fitzsimmons.
She was in her late twenties, a little over 5 foot 3, and I guessed, around 14 stone or around 200lb, depending on how you measured these things. To be honest I didn't care how much she weighed, I've always preferred a woman with curves, and to me, Barbara was a stunning blonde bombshell, with a gorgeously sexy figure, accentuated with a huge pair of boobs which always looked like they needed freeing from the tight business tops she always wore.
"Erm, he's over there, the gentleman in the blue shirt" I said pointing at the visitor whom I had just signed in. I had worked as a security officer for Stone and Webster's Headquarters in Milton Keynes for about 3 months now, and I had started to recognise many of the 500 or so staff members, who packed out the 4 story glass building, which stood right on top of the Central Milton Keynes Rail station. In fact, apart from the reception area, where I was currently sitting in, situated to the right of the building, most of the ground floor of the building was the railway station, coffee shop, ticket office and concourse.
Our shift pattern was 7 to 7 days and night shifts, or at weekends 7pm - 7am nights whilst the Saturday and Sunday day shift went from 7am - 10pm. This shift however included the extra joy of patrolling the railway station, concourse and platforms. The best bit though was we allowed the staff from the Jaipur Indian restaurant to park in the staff car park for free, which meant when our shift finished, we would get a take away bag of grub, which was always far too much for us to manage.
I had recently moved to MK and a friend of mine had managed to get me an interview for a security officer position, in the company he worked at, and even better, at the building he was senior officer at. It was a fairly cushy job, and I had the chance to work which shifts I needed to, so that I could play Ice-hockey for the local team, which was why I had moved here in the first place.
I was recently divorced, and at 32, whilst I still wanted to one day be married again, at this point in time I certainly wasn't looking to be involved with anyone, or at least I didn't think I was, and because of that I hadn't slept with anyone since I had moved into my own flat, 3 months without sex was a record for me, but like I said, I didn't believe I was particularly looking for anything serious, though that was about to change, and in a way I didn't see coming.
Working in an office block, where the majority of the staff were female, was like allowing a child go free in Hamley's, and I had watched the numerous female members of staff walking past me, and mentally saying to myself, "yes, no, never, or yes if I'd had a drink." depending on whether I'd want to sleep with them or not. There were a handful of women who ticked my most definitely list, and Barbara Fitzsimmons was almost certainly at the head of that group.
"Thank you" said Barbara, bringing my mind back into focusing on real life, before she turned away to approach the gentleman who was picking up his briefcase, ready for her to escort him to his meeting. She then suddenly turned back and returning to the desk asked "There are a couple more arriving, could you ring my extension and not Jim's so he doesn't have to leave the meeting?"
"I could bring them up to you, if that makes it easier?" I offered, knowing I had to do a patrol anyway so it would be a good excuse to do both things at the same time, and give me a chance to have another sneaky look at her gorgeous body, God, I sound like a right perv.
She thought about it for a moment, then said "If you could, that would be great, thank you"
"Anything for a pretty lady" I said, then regretted it immediately, jeez could I be any more cheesy?
Instead of being offended, Barbara smiled at me and a brief flush appeared at her cheeks "flatterer" she chided, before addressing the visitor who had approached us. "Mr Yexley? Mr Gordon is waiting for you in the conference room, if you would like to follow me" and she turned towards the lifts. I took that moment to quickly look at her bum which, encased in a pencil slim, pale blue skirt, showed either a clearly defined panty line or the fact she was wearing a thong, because as I looked it was clear a generous portion of her knickers were nestled snugly between her bum cheeks. Oh boy, was she hot. As they got to the lift, I notice Barbara had turned and was looking at me intently, then as the doors opened she let her visitor in before entering the lift herself, after flashing me a huge smile.
I didn't think much more of what had happened that morning, as the other two visitors arrived not long after, and after booking them in, I escorted them up to where they needed to be. Barbara nodded her thank you, again accompanied by a huge smile, and quietly ushered them into the room, whilst I made my way around the building on my patrol. before I made my way back down to the reception desk.
The rest of the day went quickly, and I passed the time by filling in a couple of reports that had been held over from the weekend. And then as was the case in most office blocks, from about 16:50 the reception became busier and I spent most of the time saying goodbye to the staff as they began to make their own journey home.
It was around 17:30 when I returned to the desk, only to find an envelope on a pile of paperwork with my name printed on the face. "Dave, did you see who left this?" I asked my co-worker, an amiable bloke of about 40, he was ex army, and had the stature of the proverbial outhouse, but he was probably the most laid back man I had ever known.
"No sorry, mate I didn't see anyone go near the desk"
"Never mind," I replied and sat down at the desk, and I started to open the envelope. A note dropped out and I turned it over to read the words. Wetherspoons 7:30pm, I will have a white wine.
"Blimey, someones desperate asking you out aren't they?" Dave chuckled
"Piss off you ugly git" I retorted and took a playful punch at his arm, "you never saw anyone leave this?"
"No, honestly, you know how busy it gets out here at going home time."
"I know" I replied but I still spent the next 80 minutes trying to rack my brain and remember if anyone had been near the desk. By the time Jamie and Richard had arrived to take over from us I was still none the wiser, so I just concentrated on going through the handover.
Richard was just over 6 feet tall, but if he turned sideways on a drain he would slip through the bars he was so thin. He had dark hair and a big thick moustache, he was of Cypriot heritage and his olive complexion and permanent smile on his face made him a hit with the ladies, though I knew he was a one woman man and was utterly devoted to his wife and their two boys.
Jamie, whom I had known for nearly 10 years, after we had worked stage security at the Guns and Roses Wembley concert in 1992, was the same height as me, with blonde hair, which he always had tied into a ponytail. It was Jamie who had got me this job, and he was the one who worked out the timesheets and rota's to ensure I was able to continue with my hockey career, giving me the shifts off I needed, for games and training sessions.
As I was continuing going through the final part of the handover with Richard, it was then Dave ensured I had to think of other things, by blurting out about my 'date'.
"So who is it?" Jamie asked.
"It will be Glynis from archive trying to get a date for her guide dog" guffawed Richard, who promptly dodged my pen as I threw it across the desk at him.
"No idea" I replied, "I suppose I will find out when I get there"
"You going straight there after end of shift?" asked Jamie.
"Probably, I haven't really got time to go home and change, I do have a change of clothes in my locker, I think I've got a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. That'll have to do I suppose"
"Then get going numb nuts" Jamie chided looking up at the clock, "It's 5 past 7, and text me who it was that met you, and I will see you when you're next in".
"When are you next in Frank?" Richard asked.
I quickly checked my note book, "by the looks of it, I've got the next 3 days off. I'm not due back in till Sunday night shift, and I'm working with Wendy"
"You're in for an interesting night then" quipped Richard, "she's just got back together with her girlfriend and is only too happy to chat about the things they get up to.
"Good grief " I muttered, how long will it last this time?" Mimicking my head exploding, as was what usually happened, when Wendy and her girlfriend did their regular monthly break up routine.
Everyone laughed, before we all said our goodbyes.
"Thanks guys" I said to Richard and Jamie, "I will let myself out via the side entrance when I go" and with that I made my way to my locker, to change out of my uniform and to spray some deodorant on me, in the vain hope it would mask the days odour. I wished I could get home to change my clothes and freshen up properly, but that wasn't an option. The bar was less than a two minute walk away, and even by car, it would take over 45 minutes to get home and back again.
I glanced at my image in the mirror which adorned one small space on the wall of our security office, a fridge, kettle and microwave took up a side next to the sink, and on the other side of the wall were the cctv monitors, fire control panel, and our notice board which was full of rota's, staff numbers and a few mug shots of local delinquents whom we knew were banned from the railway station.
