Dear reader, this is a slow, long burn, but hopefully it will lend enough interest to keep you reading. I intend for this to be Chapter 1 of 5 or so...
* * * * * A New Job * * * * *
Losing your management job at 35 is bad, but it's even worse when you lose it because your father-in-law owns the company, so when your wife files for divorce you get the double whammy. I guess technically I was 34 at the time; my ex filed for divorce 3 days before I turned 35.
Now, I will be clear, I was not heartbroken over the divorce, but I had a good job. I was VP over operations and honestly, was doing great at it, and had the option to become director in a year or two. Which is all the more reason why applying for a position as an operations analyst was discouraging.
When I arrived for the interview, I met Erica the receptionist. Erica was ridiculously cute, and she led me back to the conference room, I noticed that she wore a pencil skirt that fit wondrously on her curvy hips. I walked a little slower just to enjoy the view, and I got the idea that she knew I was watching. She turned around and said "We should put up in this hallway so that there's something else to look at." I turned beet red and kept my eyes up from that point forward.
Erica stayed and made small talk for the next few minutes while my potential boss got out of a meeting. I noticed that underneath her bulky sweater, she was probably a 36 DD or larger. Her smile and dimples were perfect for her round face, and she had this way of giggling at my dumbest jokes that make her even more endearing. But alas, she had a nice ring on her ring finger, and after a few almost flirty comments, her cell phone rang and she said "gosh, it's my husband" and left the room. Oh well.
My interview with my new supervisor was uneventful. Dave looked to be approaching retirement, but was smart and we got along just fine, but he was an operations director - boring and dry as sand. When we ended the interview, he remarked "you sound like you're almost overqualified" which I took it as a high compliment.
When Kiersten from HR walked into the room, she was obviously in charge. I said "you must be Kiersten!" and she frowned at me "It's Kristin, with 2 "eyes"." The interview was a tragedy, she spent the entire time trying to prove me wrong and get me to contradict myself. I got the idea that getting her name wrong had spoiled my chances for the position.
The interview wasn't a complete loss - Kristin looked very in shape with the perfect slight hour-glass figure and probably a 34B sized chest. She even had the slightest dimples, which showed up the one time that I got her to smile - when I mentioned how dry my interview with Dave had been.
As I left, Erica eagerly mentioned that she hoped to see me again, and I said "I look forward to seeing your smile, too!" It was only after that statement did I realize that Kristin heard me. Well, fuck, no chance at this job - the HR person didn't like me, and then heard me flirting with the receptionist.
The next Wednesday, I got a call from Dave, "We'd like to make an offer, could you come in and meet with us?" They even emailed the offer letter in advance; the job payed a little less than my old job, but I could definitely see a situation where I could prove my worth and take over for Dave when he retired.
When I arrived for my meeting, Erica was her bright and chipper self; her smile was truly infectious. While last time, she wore a bulky sweater, today she was wearing a perfectly cut blazer, and pristine white blouse and slacks that emphasized her legs perfectly. The blazer also emphasized that under her large breasts was a flat stomach. Her hair was up in a messy bun, adding another inch to her short frame. And I swear, as we talked, that her shirt showed more and more of her cleavage. Her personality was a pure delight, and I was certain that her husband was the luckiest bastard in the world.
The meeting itself was tense. Kristin, Dave and the CEO sat across from me at the table as we went through the benefits and expectations. I signed everything including a non-disclosure. The CEO seemed to be under Kristin's spell, and exuded some of the same cautions that she had tried to catch me up on. After they left, Dave introduced me to the other team member, a tiny young girl named Deb. Deb was an obvious yoga buff, and looked to be pure muscle. Even though she was maybe 5 foot 1, I wouldn't have picked a fight with her. She seemed amicable enough, and over the course of our conversation, I learned that she was Erica's sister in law.
We talked for over 2 hours about the job, my office, some of the software and what computer I would like ordered. Dave offered for me to start in 2 weeks, and I just said, "Tomorrow would work." I didn't want to dip into my savings, and I needed the distraction and purpose of a job.
* * * * * The First Day * * * * *
On my first day, I was greeted by Erica "I can show you to your office!" Chipper as always, she put a smile on my face, "your smile is infectious!" - and she merely giggled. I brought along my favorite photo - a cold winter waterfall scene. She turned around halfway down the hallway (of course I was following her) and smiled, "Is that photo to brighten up the hallway?"
"I think that you've got the hallway brightening down pat" I said with a wink. She blushed a little, but giggled too. I think that she swung her hips a bit more as she walked the rest of the way down the hall, what a sight. She was wearing another pencil skirt, combined with a perfect blouse; I was definitely going to find ways to spend more time with her.
I had just finished hanging the photo on the lonely nail in my office when Deb walked in; "Ready for some first-day paperwork?" We setup my network account and what felt like 60 other logins, as it turned out, Deb was the "IT department", a job she appeared to resent. Through small talk, I learned that her brother, Erica's husband, was a manager at the local Olive Garden, and that Kristin was Deb's cousin. I also learned that Deb wasn't Kristin's biggest fan either. Deb said "Kristin doesn't have much say over Dave and the department, but if we're going to implement a change for the company, we have to have Kristin's approval; the CEO only listens to her opinions the most." I frowned and so did she.
Deb was easy to get along with. When it came time for lunch, we went to a small pizza place with Dave, and Deb invited Erica. Having Erica along probably saved lunch, honestly. Her bubbly personality made even Dave smile and tell a few jokes. Deb sat by me at the small square table and proudly exclaimed that "She liked lots of meat on her pizza" to which she and Erica laughed and laughed. Erica had implied that she was married, but she hadn't confirmed that, and she didn't wear a ring.
Through lunch, Erica's black skirt worked its way further and further up her thigh, and I was more and more distracted. As her skirt reached her mid-thigh, I could see the beginnings of a tattoo; it was my first day, and I was already lusting after this tiny fox. I was realizing that she knew that she had my number too. As we exited the restaurant, she tapped me on the shoulder and whispered "It's of a mermaid in the ocean because I love the beach!" I smiled and said "I'd love to see it!"
She just giggled and walked away.
At the end of the day, my brain was fried. Too much data, not enough time to review it all. Erica and Deb left at the same time as me, and Kristin was walking out the door too. Erica poked Kristin and said "Thanks for hiring him, he's a ton of fun" and Deb replied "It was a good day." Kristin rolled her eyes.
I got fast food and went home to crash. I fell asleep on the couch around 8:45, but at 10 my phone woke me up. "Hey, it's erica, is this the new guy?"
"Yep, you got me, do I want to know how you got my number? LOL"
"I file all of kristin's paperwork ... do you promise to delete the photo if I send it"
"Of course" knowing full well that I wouldn't!
"Ok well you wanted to see my tattoo"
And she sent a photo of her thigh. But not just that. She hadn't even attempted to crop the photo, so I could see her light blue lace boy shorts, the curve of her ass cheek and in the mirror, her matching bra. Damn. There was no way in hell I was deleting this. The only thing that was missing was her radiant smile.
Oh, right, she texted a "tattoo" photo; I should respond. "Damn, that's a nice, uh, *tattoo* that you have there!" The tattoo had beautiful colors, green in her tail, blues in the ocean and the waves, and red hair, but most magnificent were her breasts - large and full just like I'd imagined Erica's were.
"I'm glad that you like the photo. You promised to delete it, remember? ;)"
"I definitely wouldn't have made that promise if I'd know the tattoo was that good"
"I saw you admiring it at lunch, and I figured that you'd like it"
"That's an understatement, your husband is one lucky son-of-a-bitch"
"Yeah, he's boring and doesn't like my tattoos"
