AUTHOR NOTES:
The following are the preceding stories of this series in chronological order.
1). Dirty Dawg: The Indian Intern Series
2).Dirty Dawg: Big Tit Derby
3).Dirty Dawg: Big Boss Booty
4).Dirty Dawg - Holly McMichael
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"Oh, hello?" I was still flustered after getting a shock to the system after discovering a former love interest of sorts and learning that she'd moved on gracefully.
I'd ended up having a fateful one-night stand with her that culminated in her cutting me out of her life after I'd learned of her "night job" as a stripper. This was due to her rival and worst enemy, who I slept with partially out of spite leaving that woman Conception aka Conchita unfulfilled on purpose in her mother's food truck, afterwards.
Sister Fate deemed that I'd find out what occurred afterwards when I happened upon Conchita in a Walmart after doing hours of work in exchange for a hookup with my partner in the mail room, Holly McMichael. It turned out to be a boon as we were sexually compatible to the ninth degree. I enjoyed Conchita and she in turn gave as good as she got, several times over.
Now I was conflicted after learning that my former Lizbeth was married and had a new baby with some dorky looking guy who probably made way more money than me. I was still pretty much in the same place since the time we interacted regularly. It was a slap in the face from the universe with Conchita as the cheese in the metaphorical mouse trap and Holly as the catalyst.
Back in the day, I'd fooled around with Holly McMichael taking full advantage of her boulder sized tits having a go at Conchita the following day after spending the night with Lizbeth unaware she was about to cut me out of her life.
"Uhm hello, I'm Jenny. Jenny Delacruz and I'm from the main office new around here. I was supposed to be here yesterday but got sidetracked; supposed to help you with the pack up in the storage room and uh, some other things over the weekend. I missed out, but I'm here all day so we can make up for lost time."
Jenny Delacruz was this short Asian woman with an unusually cute face, eyes hidden behind some thick nerdy glasses which were almost the same kind Lizbeth was wearing when I saw her. She was wearing a mint-colored windbreaker jacket over a hot pink collared golf t-shirt and simple jeans with canvas sneakers on her feet. A backpack hung from her shoulder as she ran a finger through her shoulder length hair with this muted plucky looking smile on her oval shaped face. This was the girl next door.
"Nice to meet you; it's okay about yesterday, I got a lot done so it's mostly just catalouging and clean up. The main office sent you down here, on a weekend?"
"Yeah uh, well I usually work remotely. Guess they thought I should stretch my legs a bit." She started to laugh but cut it short as I noticed she stuck a leg out trying to be cute to emphasize her point.
"Uhm, well okay then; do you need a place to put your backpack?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, follow me, Jenny." I unlocked the door, still reeling internally from seeing Lizbeth out of nowhere holding the door for my impromptu coworker. Jenny grabbed the door handle inching close to it with this little stutter step.
"It's only fair that I hold the door for you, especially since I wasn't here to help out yesterday." She gestured towards the stairwell leading up to the back of my department which was a small office and dispatch in the middle of a larger floor. I didn't know what to make of the gesture figuring maybe she thought I would look at her butt when she walked up the stairs. It happened a lot with other women when I first transferred over from my other job after that office folded.
"Uhm, thanks."
"Think nothing of it partner; I'm, gonna be helping you all day." Jenny had this cheesy sort of fake looking smile that triggered my internal defense mode. I recognized that smile in a lot of other women in the working world and usually it meant some sort of trouble if I didn't mind my Ps and Qs. I walked up a few steps then turned glancing back.
"So, what's your position since you work remotely?" I found her still standing at the bottom of the stairs staring blankly in my direction. It took her a second too long to answer, making me antsy.
"Middle management, started off freelance but got an offer that worked for me. I love working from home now and making some serious coin." Jenny was still there looking up at my face talking lively, but with a straight face.
"How'd they get you to come over here for a weekend?"
"I owed a favor; and it worked out because I got to meet one of my coworkers who would've never known I existed."
"Who?" I was curious.
"You." She pointed abruptly, then looked at her own feet when I stared back blank faced. I was starting to think she was some kind of mole left over from the management of my previous company who didn't exactly like me.
I'd walked through broken glass and fire in an epic struggle with my former boss Mr. Kumar and his "out there"entitled niece Laila, who came in posing as an intern. She was actually middle management tricking me into training her for a position that she knew I should've been in years earlier. We'd also fooled around with me pounding epic sand out of her big Indian ass before all was said and done. Now, she was back in her home country in an arranged marriage.
"Uhm, okay."
"Did I say something wrong; you look weirded out?"
"Nah, I just look funny."
"No, you don't; I mean, you look just uh, fine." It sounded like she caught herself mid-sentence walking up a few steps behind me gesturing for me to continue. I walked up a few more steps then looked back to find her staring.
"You coming?"
"Yeah." Jenny tucked her chin joining me on the step continuing onward to the second-floor door pulling it open letting it slam loudly behind her.
"Uhm, okay." I followed.
Jenny was standing outside my office right at the locked dispatch window with her back to me staring at her phone. It seemed like she'd been at the office before making me think she was some kind of plant. My former employers still had it out for me, and I was determined to give this woman nothing outside of my robotic best. I walked up to the door unlocking it, finding a stack of packages on the floor. Security on graveyard shift were instructed to deliver packages left at the dock to the mail room for processing.
"Uh, do you have your own office or are you, with me for most of the day?" I avoided Jenny as she turned with what I thought was a fake smile plastered across her face.
"Well uh, aren't we expecting another person, too?"
"It's just me." I answered not looking at her face finding more mail and packages all over the place backed up due to my having to spend extra time downstairs in the storage room doing a good half of the work left behind after I traded sex for Holly having the rest of the weekend off.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
"Are you sure about that; this is way too much work for one person. I thought two were scheduled in the mailroom at all times with a supervisor covering them on breaks, and lunch. You sure you're alone this weekend?" The hair stood up on the back of my neck as Jenny stood there looking me dead in the face. Holly McMichael made out like a bandit on me, but I didn't want to be responsible for her losing her job.
"Well, you're here, aren't you?" I forced an awkward smile knowing I wasn't going to answer the question unless she wanted to reveal her true identity to me. I figured I was fucked one way or the other no matter how I answered.
"True, so I guess we're in this, together; Uhm, I can get all this stuff out of the way if you want to start downstairs in the storage room. You don't have to worry; I know my way around a mail room blindfolded."
"Should I be worried about my job?"
"Very funny; do you want me to take the storage room and join me down there later, then?"
"Nah, I'll take it, Jenny."
"You're not saying that because I'm a woman, are you? I don't have a problem getting my hands dirty." Even though she was smiling; I was getting edgy vibes from her just beneath the surface.
"I'm going." I started to walk off jingling the keys in my pocket as a form of protest to her presence in the office. I wasn't going to give her what she wanted by engaging in a "frenemy-argument" so that she could get the ball rolling. The new company that had been slowly taking over the place seemed to be closing its fist around its employees and I'd forgotten the struggle that started a while back with that Indian intern.
"EXCUSE ME!"
"Yeah?" I glanced back at the door leading down the back stairwell to the storage room at the bottom.
"I'll be down as soon as I take care of all this stuff backed up in the office." It looked like she picked up on my latent attitude towards her presence, but I didn't care.
"Sure." I left Jenny there at the entrance to the mailroom, closing the door behind me letting it slam as she did moments earlier.
My mind was running a mile a minute with Holly McMichael at the forefront. There was likely no doubt Jenny knew she was scheduled to be on duty on weekends alongside me, so I dialed her up getting voicemail a few times until she picked up as I unlocked and got just inside the door.
"Fuck, speak." It sounded as if she'd been awakened from a deep sleep; I woke the proverbial dragon.
