Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...
Pixie sat upright in her chair watching the seconds follow into minutes as the hour marked four.
She gazed around the office.
One hour one more hour and the weekend would be here she thought.
Bored, she revolved slowly in her chair and gazed out across the office floor.
A landscape of cubicles and desks spread out in all directions on the fifth floor of Xavier House, Bond Street London. This partitioned, isolated world was sound-tracked by the hum and stutter of an incessant printer and the occasional blinking light. All life was bent over a computer except for a forlorn looking pot plant near the kitchen that arced towards the shiny water cooler as if for company.
How quickly it had all become so familiar to her, so normal, so everyday.
Two - no - three weeks she'd been here.
Regent Graphics a good company, going places, you're lucky to be there, on the ground floor, work your way up, so lucky.
This she had been told by friends, and family (who had no idea what Regent Graphics even meant). She was grateful and needed the money. Being a receptionist was okay and for a girl of twenty she was doing pretty well.
As she turned, back to her desk, her gaze fell on Suzie, the Head of Accounts, typing away with a furious yet efficient rattle. I bet she writes a thousand emails a day thought Pixie, as she absently played with her hair, a golden lock around her finger. She thought of tonight: drinks with Mandy at that bar - would he be working tonight?
'Ahem'
The throat clearing startled her out of her reverie. Quickly she swivelled round to face the offender, a professional and welcoming smile already on her lips.
'Busy?'
Asked the man, a man she didn't know.
'Oh yes, very'
She said without thinking and instinctively reached for the phone.
'Hum'
He said, a disapproving face beneath a hat, moustache and glasses.
He looked at her as she pulled her chair in and made herself look the professional receptionist par-excellance that she was no doubt becoming.
She took him in, tall, fifties, smart brown suit, Burberry overcoat, scuffed but expensive looking suitcase, important, maybe? No name was forthcoming though. She looked up and smiled and was about to ask in her chirpy professional manner 'Can I help you?' when she saw that he was distracted, looking hungrily down her shirt. She paused and for five seconds she watched his lusting face, his tongue moving behind his tightly pressed lips.
She wondered 'what's he thinking, it's a white shirt, that's what professional receptionists par-excellance wear isn't it?'
Unaware, as always, the effect she had on people. To catch his attention she ran a hand through the left bunch of her hair, as if to check the raspberry hairband was still in place.
He suddenly realised what he was doing, and turned away.
'Look lively girl for god sake!'
He spluttered as he stormed past her.
Before she could say anything Neil (the manager) was at his office door with a nervous swallow of air and a feeble handshake on offer.
'Who hired the damn bimbo? Nothing but air in her.'
He said under his breath as he passed Neil. Neil smiled weakly, followed the man in and gently closed the door. Before she could begin to make sense of what had just happened Suzie was at her left ear.
'The Boss Pixie, the top dog, the man who pays all our wages. Well done on a fine first impression.'
Suzie straightened up, ran her eyes over Pixie's figure, a sour twist passed her lips and she marched back and returned to her epic cacophonous typing session.
Pixie (oblivious to her sarcasm), looked after her admiring Suzie's defiant efficiency, so professional, and how mice of her to tell Pixie who he was. She'd try and remember him from now on. But within three seconds her thoughts were preoccupied with post work drinks, she thought of the barman, she thought of...
Oh yes, fifty-five minutes to go!
From the very beginning Suzie had been standoffish with her and keen to stress her importance to the office and explained Pixie's job to her: to smile, answer the phone, handle the post, sign people in and push her tits out. That was in the first hour of her first day over a cup of thin tasting instant cafe-nothing in a plastic cup.
Suzie was everything Pixie was not. Where Pixie was polite, Suzie was curt. Pixie was 5ft 5", Suzie was 6ft and had a back like a ramrod so she looked even taller. Pixie liked clothes that clung. She like short skirts and liked to wear her hair in bunches with her lips cherry red. Suzie dressed like a female Prime Minister and was very proud of her glossy very dark, very straight angular cut 'no bullshit' hair. Pixie was, well buxom would not be quite right, pneumatic; that's the word! Suzie was athletic and tough. Pixie liked Suzie - Suzie hated Pixie. Suzie hated her cuteness and her porcelain skin, and (with particular venomous vim) those 'ridiculous balloons she's got stuck on her chest' (subject of office gossip from the second Pixie stepped out of the lift) and that was all there was to it.
Pixie reached under the desk for her bag, retrieved her compact and snapping open the lid, wondering if she needed to redo her mascara before she left. She looked at her eyes, like the Earth, arctic blue, innocence stirred there and something yet to define itself. Her thoughts lost themselves for a moment as she gazed at herself.
BANG! She almost spilled out of her chair as she let out a small yelp, her mirror skidding over the floor.
The Boss (Mr Regent? Mr Graphic - is that even a name?), had brought his palm down hard onto reception. She'd not noticed him leave Neil's office.
'Can you at least try to look like you're at work? Might as well get a doll, wouldn't make the blinding difference, cheaper too!'
His angry face startled her as she looked nervously up, her bottom lip firmly bit. For a moment the boss gazed at her and down at her panting breasts, packed tight in her white shirt. He swallowed, jerked around and stalked off.
He pressed for the lift,
'Come on, come on'
He said waiting impatiently for the six seconds the lift took to respond. As the doors opened he stood facing her looking thoroughly disinterested, but she sensed his eyes on her, on her chest.
What is it about this shirt has it got a coffee stain or something? She checked -- no coffee.
At 4.40pm Neil called her into his office. As she passed Suzie stared at her, as did others in the office but not with Suzie's blatancy.
'Close the door please'
Neil took his place behind his shiny empty desk. Pixie smiled, did as he asked.
'Take a seat'
She did.
'Now you've been here, what three weeks?'
She nodded.
His gaze fluttered to her chest and he felt a small heat begin within him. He crossed his legs, coughed.
'Right, well now you've settled in I'm putting the work schedule back as it was alright, the way we had it all organised when Carrie, you're predecessor was here. That ok? You know what you're doing and everything don't you, not too difficult?'
His eyes again went to her chest he could see the pale gap between her breasts and the very slight fringe of her white cotton bra. I wondered if it's true what he had overheard Suzie saying about them being...
'You bet!'
Pixie chimed, Neil thoughts snapped back.
'Great, great, no problem, then you'll be fine being here without Suzie or me on Saturdays? Just open up, it's pretty quiet, just do what you do. Good, good. Suzie will be happy with everything back to normal, she hates, no loathes, working Saturdays.'
'Saturdays?'
Pixie sounded small, she was a little confused here. She had been here three weeks no one had said anything about Saturdays to her.
'Yes, you'll get overtime of course, just a few hours 9 till 1 ok?'
'Oh' she sank into her chair.
Tonight, Mandy, that guy. She'd not been out in ages, Mandy was all pumped up, she was going to speak to him, they were going to stay out all night, she was going to stay at Mandy's out west. She had so, so looked forward to it. Polite drinks and an early night just wouldn't cut it. Plus Mandy with her man troubles finally at an end she needed this night too.
'But I made plans'
She said meekly.
She caught Neil gazing at her chest mid thought ('Suzie's sure she's had them...')
'Well unmake them'
He said matter of fact tearing his eyes away from her.
'Is there no way around it just this once?'
' Suzie won't cover for you so there's no point even asking. Look I'm sorry for snapping but that's just the way it is.'
Pixie nodded and went to get up and began trying to formulate her excuses to Mandy when a nervous energy seized Neil.
A burning in him had taken full hold and in an instant, a madness had aroused itself within him.
'Look'
He scrambled round the desk, stealing a nanosecond of her cleavage.
'I tell you what, maybe we could arrange something, just er.. what time is it? Right it's ten to, look after five hang around just till people have left and just pop in and I'll see if I can sort it out ok?'
Pixie's heart leapt as did she and without thinking she wrapped herself around him. Her breasts pressed hard against him and in the folds of his suit his cock roared forth against her leg, stiff, and moist and ready. Pixie felt it against her and withdrew, she didn't know what it was, but something hard and warm had pressed against her.
'Pen, it's a pen!'
He quickly withdrew a pen from his pocket and threw it on his desk as he rushed to his seat so that his beating cock pressing against his trousers like a battering ram to get through wouldn't catch her eye.
'Off you go, past five when people have left ok, ok?'
Confused, happy but confused, Pixie absently played with her butter blonde locks, smiled, and half skipped back to reception. Suzie looked on, hard.
'Has everyone left?'
Neil asked as Pixie answered his call.
'Pull up a chair, er Pixie, comfortable ok? Is the door shut? Good, and everyone's gone? Blimey it's only eight past. That's Friday for you!'
Neil laughed nervously trying to relax into the craziness that has been smoothly working over him ever since Pixie had skipped out a quarter of an hour ago.
Pixie sat there expectant, she didn't want to let Mandy down, she wanted a glass of wine in her hand and that barman's number in the other by the end of the night. She sat up straight her breasts sticking straight out Neil was being driven crazy by them he tried to keep control.
'Look, what I'm about to say I've never done before, so please just hear me out, don't be offended or angry ok, it's just an idea, nothing really ok?'
He was so nervous but Pixie didn't notice. She looked at his smiling face and nodded without knowing why or what Neil was talking about.
'Look, Pixie, you want the weekend off right?'
'Yes, Neil'
She said in her little girl voice.
'Well, if I get someone to cover for you, god she'll kill me, but just this one time, but after that you have to do Saturdays.'
'Of course, it's just I didn't know till this afternoon, but yes I'll work every Saturday I promise.'
'Good, good'
He muttered. He stood up and went over to the blinds, with a twist the room fell into shadow at its edges.
'Now Pixie you sure you want tomorrow off?'
She nodded slowly.
