Howdy! My name is Todd, and I have worked in the same company for over four years. My work as an accountant is relatively uniform, some would say. However, I found plenty of excellent and exciting challenges in my everyday life.
Even though most of my work tasks take place behind a computer screen and a desk, I still occasionally go outside when, for example, I have to visit customers.
I am close to turning thirty years old. Just a few more months to go, and then I can expect to organize a big birthday party for my friends and family.
During my four years at my workplace, relatively many beautiful young ladies have come and gone again. Most of them have been in their early twenties, while some of the youngest have been close to nineteen. There have been so many because they are the typical sabbatical students coming straight from high school. They are given a temporary one-year job to save money for traveling around the world or even for future studies. A few of them have continued and kept their temporary jobs, albeit with reduced hours, so they have room for studying and work.
One of the many girls who entered that way was Sara. After high school, she concluded within just a few months of her employment that she wanted to continue working in this industry. This meant that she started studying as a bookkeeper and has been studying and working on the side. Sara began two years ago and will soon finish her education. In all the time she has been here, we haven't had much contact with each other. It was generally because we did not have the same tasks. So, it's only been quick small talks between us when we ran into each other in the hallways or the lunchroom.
But a few weeks ago, I was assigned a task that was a proper crab for its size. Several other auditors had looked through things to put all the clues in place. Unfortunately, we got closer and closer to the deadline without much progress. The management, therefore, grabbed me, which was a big pat on the back, and asked me to take over the case. I had been working on it ever since and reached the point where it had to be finished.
In the middle of my work, I got word from the management that they also wanted to put Sara on the task. The idea was that she should be challenged and gain study experience. I saw it more as if the management wanted to give me an extra resource to relieve my shoulders. I gave the tasks, which, for my part, were relatively simple but which were a good challenge for her. The management thereby killed two birds with one stone, and I could instead put my focus in the right places and get the big case out of the world as quickly as possible.
It was the evening before the deadline, and I was sitting in the office deeply buried in the various papers to prepare for tomorrow's presentation.
"Hey, how's it looking?" came a sweet and familiar voice. It was Sara. She had stuck her head through the doorway to my office. I sat on the couch with my elbows on both thighs, hands supporting my head. The oval coffee table in front of me was covered by the masses of papers from my assignment and presentation.
"It's moving forward," I sighed loudly and finished with a short giggle. She read my irony immediately and came inside the door.
"How can I help?" she asked, throwing her bag on the floor and sat down beside me on the couch.
"I appreciate that," I replied, immediately setting her to work.
Sara was a beautiful young woman who had not long ago turned twenty-one. She wore a gray blazer with white stripes that matched her short skirt. Underneath, she wore a white shirt, which was the typical everyday attire in the company. Almost everyone wore white shirts, even though you were allowed to wear other colors.
Sara put her long black hair up in a bun when I handed her a stack of paper for her to get down to business. At first, the hairball was very pretty to look at. But the longer we both sat in my office lasering our asses, the looser and wilder the tuber got to look at.
After we had been sitting for several hours, it had gone up, which meant that Sara no longer had her well-groomed office assistant look. She now sat back with only her shirt and short skirt. The blazer had been discarded, while the top three buttons of the shirt had been undone, which revealed the excellent cavalcade she carried around. Unfortunately, my gaze was lured several times into the trap, casting its line of vision down upon the beautiful sight.
"Well, I want to say thank you for staying here so late and helping me plan this," I coughed gratefully when we were finally done. I had let go of the tie and unbuttoned my shirt a bit. We both exhaled in relief, looking like someone who had been in a hard boxing match as we sat like two pitiful workers on the floor of my office.
"That´s okay. Don't worry about it, Todd. I didn't have anyone or anything to go home to anyway."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Nah, don´t be."
"I'm sure you would rather have been at home instead of being trapped at work with me," I snapped back. It was supposed to be a comical comment, but I immediately sensed my self-esteem drop.
Of course, Sara would rather be at home than spend time with me. She was guaranteed only to offer her help because she felt obligated to the presentation and the enormous task. I was confident that she would be sure everything was as it should be before I went to the damn meeting tomorrow and presented our report.
"I don't know if it's true," Sara said with a sexy smile as she moved her foot towards me and slowly began to rub it up my leg. I was utterly amazed. Was she trying to send me a signal? Did she have a crush on me?
"What are you doing?" I asked, dead curious, really wanting a definitive answer. She half bit her lip, and I knew that was a good sign. But I was terrible at reading the non-verbal signals. Give me a damn straight answer, woman!
"I felt like rubbing my foot up your leg; maybe that's a crime?"
