Roxy (Roxanne) Reeves had prominent breasts and a great butt.
Guys would look at the curvature of her backside and they would think of only one thing. Females would look at it and only think of one thing too, and that was oh to have an ass that looked like that.
Everyone in the general office of Baxley Walton LLP, Attorneys at Law, had some kind of definitive title but all HR could come up with for Roxy was 'office assistant' without that being defined.
It was discovered Roxy could type with only two fingers, was confused by computers, had asked for an easier question when invited to describe the difference between an invoice and a statement and she admitted possessing no skills at sorting mail because no one had ever written to her.
Roxy was employed because no one in HR had the courage to tell Tom Baxley his niece was a bimbo unsuitable for office employment.
The only spare desk was behind the three receptionists. Roxy sat there and, having no duties to perform, spent her time working on her nails, brushing her lush chestnut hair and adjusting her bra or reading play scripts or light romances.
It became quite common for men approaching reception to notice Roxy adjusting her bra or stockings and their memory recall would fail when asked by a receptionist how could she assist.
Roxy liked her job. The money was good, she could handle everything she was asked to do such as making coffee and showing visitors to the toilets and after patient tutoring she learned to place invoices in piles the right way up and sorted according to date. She also learned to act as relief receptionist between 1:00 and 2:00 when all she had to say to callers was sorry the office was closed for lunch but she could show them where the toilets were.
Young women like Roxy dream of getting their big break. One would have thought that Roxy would never be in line for anything but then who knows what fate can bring.
The rude, foul-mouthed and generally detestable Gerry Truman, the most unpopular attorney in the office, could be heard yelling in the office of HR manager Thelma Whitlock why the fucking hell couldn't she supply him with a temporary PA while a suitable replacement was being head-hunted?
Mrs Whitlock could have yelled because no one wanted to work for such an asshole but instead she yelled, "Then go and pick one of the receptionists."
When hearing that comment the three receptionists raced off to the toilets. Jerry came out, saw that Roxy was alone in reception. He looked at her tits and grinned and said, "Follow me darling... grab your possessions."
Jerry held the elevator for Roxy who was racing as fast as she could on her high heels and carrying her handbag and a bag holding her office-issue items.
Eyeing the breast wobble, Jerry said, "Here we go Roxy. You are very attractive."
"Why thank you Mr Truman. You appear very nice. Why is it that people in the general office call you obnoxious?"
Jerry had to think about that one before saying, "A case of mistaken identity perhaps?"
When they reached his office five floors up, Roxy put down her bags and said, "Mr Truman, please turn around to me. Here let me fix your tie; it's crooked God you pong of cigars; don't you use clothing and breathe fresheners? I don't mind cigar smoke but not the stale smell of cigars."
"My wife was forever complaining," Jerry said. "We are presently separated."
"I wonder why?" Roxy muttered.
"I've heard it said you are not too bright," Jerry countered.
"I could say the same for you," Roxy said. "Would you rather I return to main reception?"
Jerry looked at her breasts and said hell no. He briefed her, saying he'd keep it simple. All Roxy had to do was make coffee for Jerry and whoever was in his office at the time and then clear away, to keep anyone from entering his office when he was with clients and to open Jerry's mail and take phone calls.
A stream of people came to see Jerry throughout the day and most left saying to Roxy, "Great coffee Miss."
The 26-year old went into Jerry's office at the end of the working day to find he wasn't there but she noticed the door to his toilet was slightly ajar.
"Are you okay Mr Truman?"
"God is that you Roxy don't come in," he called with the edge of desperation a guy's voice sounds like when he's near to ejaculation.
Roxy was dumb enough to ignore the request and opened the door to find Jerry was on the John with one leg resting on the vanity.
He was jerking off.
"Here you have no need to do that when I'm around," Roxy said sweetly, ignoring Jerry's embarrassed and darkening look.
Roxy dropped to her knees, pushed his hand aside and took Jerry's thick 7-inch overly-red erection into her mouth and reached down into her bra. She pulled out a boob and found Jerry's hand and placed it on the warm flesh with its stiffening nipple.
"Oh Jesus," bleated Jerry, sending stream after stream of warm semen down Roxy's gullet.
Semen arriving faster than she could swallow flowed down Roxy's chin and disappeared under the scooped neckline of her dress and she just smiled as her spluttering stopped.
"Oh Roxy, I am so sorry, so dreadfully sorry. I've had such trouble getting off lately because of marital pressure I had no idea the scraping effect of your buck-teeth could get me off so quickly."
"It's okay Mr Truman. Here allow me to towel you dry. You have a very impressive erection. I bet your wife is missing getting that missile up her."
"Er yes. Um are you sexually active?"
"I'd like to be but in coming to this city I've separated from my regular supply of horny guys and so am running on empty at the moment."
"Um Roxy..."
"Yes you are welcome to fuck me Mr Truman. Actually I'd really appreciate it. I find it disconcerting not having frequent sex."
He leered and said she was a real gem and invited her to call him Jerry. He asked would she like to move in with him, adding that he was rattling around it bored with his own company at the moment.
"That sounds lovely but be warned, I can't cook although I can do boiled eggs and heat up beans in tins."
"That's fine, we can eat out. Where do you live now?" asked the 48-year old, expecting her to say at a rooming house.
"I live with your business partner Tom Baxley and his wife who is my aunt."
Jerry looked stunned but then looked relieved when Roxy said it wasn't Uncle Tom's business to know who she lived with.
"Why don't you just lie when you shift in with me and say you'll be rooming with a couple of lovely young women you have met?"
"Oh that's a great idea. Trust an attorney to come up with something sly like that."
Jerry smiled, enjoying a woman who could speak to him candidly.
His phone went and he pulled it off his belt of his pants that were still around his ankles.
"Oh hi Tom," he said guiltily and Roxy smiled and that gave him confidence.
She couldn't hear what her uncle was saying and all Jerry said was yes three times, oh really once and very well once and the conversation ended.
"Do you have a passport?"
"Yes, I go to Italy to visit my sister who lives there and is married to an Italian."
"Well be prepared to leave for a law conference in Sydney, Australia, in ten days. The management committee has voted that I should be the person to go and your uncle just told me I better take my PA because none of the paralegal staff wish to accompany me."
"Why have you been chosen to go to Australia if you are so unpopular?"
"The other partners will hang out to attend conferences in Europe and I'm not popular with the paralegals."
"What because you smell of sexy cigars and have wandering hands?"
