"The instructor for your new hire training will be Tori," Tom said. "She's our newest trainer, but everybody seems to like her; especially the guys."
Scott looked at his new boss to make sure his grin implied what he thought it did.
"She's really cute, but kind of shy for being a trainer," Tom added.
"How old is she?" Scott asked.
"Twenty five or twenty six. I think this is her second full time job out of college."
Scott thought back to five years earlier when he would have been the same age as Tori. He understood her feelings of insecurity in a corporate setting at such a young age. He'd been lucky and worked his way up through the field of product design and development until he felt somewhat secure. Maybe he could offer some words of encouragement for her.
And maybe she was single, like himself. Maybe...training wouldn't be so boring after all.
Tori looked at her calendar and opened the appointments for her new hire training the next two days.
"Damn. Just one guy," she said to herself.
She hated one-on-one training the most when she didn't already know the student. If he didn't talk, didn't participate, the day seemed to drag on forever. She always felt self-conscious in those settings and she knew it came across in her presentations.
She looked at the appointment details. Scott Daley. Product D/D. So he'd be a nerd on top of it all.
"Great. Maybe I can call in sick," she thought.
Tori showed up for work the next day, as always, and made her way to the tiny, isolated training room. It bothered her that the company put so little importance on training that the only space they provided was a window-less converted storage room in the deep recesses of an otherwise nearly empty floor of the company's annex. Tori convinced herself on day one that she would change the firm's attitude about training. For now, she used what they gave her.
She arrived at 8 AM for her 9 AM training with Scott. The agenda included a history of the company, the computer applications he would be using, safety rules and regulations, and assorted stuff she could teach in her sleep. Most of the hour was spent filling the refreshment tray, getting ice, and stocking up on coffee.
Scott was in the parking lot at 8:45, but it took him ten minutes to actually find the training room, roaming up and down hallways like a freshman in high school. When he finally found it, he knocked softly on the open door and entered.
Tori had previously trained secretaries, janitors, vice presidents and accountants for the company. She used to make up mental images of the men in her classes before they showed up. They would always be young, handsome guys with athletic bodies. The reality was never as good as her dreams.
Then she saw Scott.
He was young and handsome with an athletic body and she stood frozen in the center of the room as she stared.
"Hi," he said. "Are you Tori?"
"Uh, yeah. Hi."
In those few seconds, Scott determined he might be looking at the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. Beautiful dark blonde hair framed a gorgeous face that looked much younger than she really was. A delicate blouse clung to her body just enough to reveal ample breasts and a small waist. Dress slacks highlighted her long, lean legs.
"I'm Scott. Hope I'm not late."
"Not at all," Tori said, extending a hand to take his. "Come on in."
"At least we shouldn't have to worry too much about being interrupted," Scott said. "They hid you very well."
Tori laughed nervously. "It's part of the on-boarding process. See if you can find the training room."
"I'm glad I did," he said, catching Tori's eye as she looked back over her shoulder while leading him toward the snack table.
"This is the best we could do as far as food for you. And some juice, pop, and coffee. Help yourself."
Scott eyed the choices. "Thanks. Maybe later in the morning."
"That's fine," Tori said. "It will be here all day."
He'd now seen her from every angle and was no less convinced she was a beauty. The blouse hung open sufficiently to hint at her cleavage and he tried not to stare. If his schedule was correct, he'd have all day to take in her attractiveness.
"So, am I going to be the only one?" Scott asked.
"Yep. You get my personal attention for two days."
His eyes widened with interest. "Does that make for a better or worse class?"
Tori shrugged. "Depends. I'll try not to bore you."
She brushed the hair away from the side of her face. Scott was finding every move she made to be sensuous.
"I'm sure you won't."
"Ready to get started?" Tori asked.
"Let's do it."
Scott chose a seat near the front of the room, on the center aisle. It was a simple computer station with a comfortable chair and plenty of leg room. When Tori asked him to tell her a little about himself, he stuck to the basic educational background and work experiences. She asked about hobbies and he replied honestly with references to sports and traveling.
All he learned about her was that she graduated three years earlier and loved her job. Scott selected to hold off on more probing questions until later in the day. With that, Tori dove straight into her prepared material.
There was nothing she was saying that impeded Scott from paying attention only to the way she moved. Tori drifted with ease from one side of the giant whiteboard to the other, providing her student with a panorama of front, back and side views. Light from the overhead projector flashed on her blouse as she walked through it, casting all new shadows around her curves.
Her voice was steady, belying the anxiety she always felt at the beginning of a new session. Scott seemed quiet and she dreaded a potential two days of pure lecture and little interaction. But about one hour into the class, he began inquiring about available computer programs and how the company did certain things. The rest of the morning breezed by quickly.
When it was time to break for lunch, Tori made it clear without actually stating it that they would not be eating together. Scott didn't push it and came back at one o'clock for the continuation of the training. But, he had decided it was time to liven things up.
His first comment, when she asked if he was ready to start, was: "Do you ever come into this room just to get away? I mean, it's so out of the way and secluded."
Tori shrugged with the same tilt of the head Scott was getting used to from her. "Sometimes. I don't always feel all that safe coming back here by myself."
"It would be a great place to bring your boyfriend," Scott said with a straight face.
"If I had one," Tori replied with equal seriousness.
Scott grinned. "Girlfriend?"
"No!" Tori snapped back, much to Scott's delight.
"So, tell me," Scott said before an elongated pause. "You teach the same thing every week. Over and over. You could do it blindfolded. Do you ever let your mind wander. Maybe think about what the guys in your class would look like naked?"
"Scott!" After allowing her surprise to show, Tori added, "I'm not sure I've ever had anybody that good looking."
"Oh, c'mon. There had to have been at least one dude you thought about. Maybe when you got home, by yourself..."
"Stop it," she demanded playfully. "And no doubt you've done it with instructors, right?"
"Of course," Scott answered immediately. "I mean, there's only so much attention I can pay to how Outlook works. So I think about her on a beach in the Caribbean, laying on a towel. Maybe it's a topless beach. Or she's in the cabin of a cruise ship changing into a summery dress for dinner."
Tori couldn't believe he was delving so closely into how her own mind worked. Naturally, she had done the same thing with guys in the class. Before the day was done, she was likely to do it with Scott and somehow he knew.
"Well, I can't say I do the same," she said.
"I think you're lying. You're an attractive, single, young woman and I assume you have the same fantasies as the rest of us," Scott told her. "Tell me what you thought about with the best looking guy you've ever had in a class."
"No."
Scott smiled. "Did you start with his shirt or his pants?"
Tori feigned disgust at the line of questioning, but inside her heart was pounding and she refused to acknowledge the feeling between her legs. Suddenly, the room seemed even smaller than it was and she was cut off from the outside world, trapped with Scott. Like a prisoner, she felt helpless. Her mind was blank.
"His shirt."
The words were out of her mouth before she even realized it. A strange sense of excitement overwhelmed her.
"Was he muscular. Do you like that?" Scott asked.
"He doesn't need to be. I like muscular arms," Tori explained.
"Then what?"
Tori could feel the flush on her face. "I think about what he's wearing under his pants."
"Do you prefer briefs or boxers?" Scott said with seemingly authentic interest.
Tori giggled and considered ending the whole discussion. Instead, she answered, "Briefs."
"And do you take them off him or have him do it?"
"Scott, I think it's time we get back to our training," Tori said.
"Tori, we have plenty of time for that. I just want to get to understand you better. Find out what goes through that pretty head," Scott said.
"For some reason I'm not sure I want to know the same about you."
Her look conveyed true apprehension, but Scott wasn't concerned.
"I think you do."
They stared at each other for a long, long moment. The silence was deafening.
"Go ahead," Tori finally said in a near whisper.
Scott leaned forward and made sure he had her full attention. "I think about you in that blouse, wondering what type of bra you wear. And does it hook in the front or back. Then I wonder what it holds; what your breasts look like."
He saw the astonishment on her face. But Tori didn't speak, despite the body language that displayed her discomfort. Scott believed, but couldn't prove the fact, that the young instructor was turned on by his little speech.
"I think about what your panties might look like or what color they are. And I wonder how much of your cute ass they cover. I picture you in your bra and panties, slowly removing them for me so I can see you naked. Then I wait for your instructions."
Tori stared at him as if in a trance even after he was done speaking. She put a hand out to lean against the instructor's podium and Scott smiled. Tori said, "Well. I'm sorry I asked."
Scott laughed. "No you're not. I just convinced you that you're normal after all. We all do it, Tori. But how many times have you acted upon it?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
