Steve's secretary Leslie was cute as a bug in a rug. Not stunning. She'd never be a model. But she was girl-next-door cute. Long, brunette hair fell down around an always smiling face and past her shoulders. She was slim with just the right curves in all the right places. Her eyes always sparkled with the innocence of a child and her smile lit up a room. She always wore nice, tight clothes that often revealed way too much skin for an office. No one complained. I couldn't hide my stare every time she walked past my office.
And she was delightfully dumber than a box of crayons.
One crisp October day I called her into my office.
"What's up, Mark?" she asked cheerfully as she bounced into my office.
My bone as soon as I saw you!
"Oh, nothin'. Just bored so I thought we could just bullshit for a little bit."
She plopped herself in a chair in front of my desk. "Sure!"
We chit chatted for a bit, then I decided to go for it.
I leaned forward in my chair. My eyes darted side to side. "Leslie, can you keep a secret?" I whispered.
"Oh sure! I'm like a vault!" Which I knew was the truth. Steve had told her things in confidence he should've never told her. Not one peep about any of it got around the office.
"Good good. Listen, all year long we've had Employee of the Month contests. Have you heard anything about it?"
Her jaw dropped. "Nooooo! No I sure haven't!" That's because it didn't exist.
"Right. That's because only a very select group of employees are nominated each month. Only the best of the best. And we want to keep it quiet so we don't upset the other employees who don't get selected."
"Oh! Right! Sure, that makes sense."
"Well, this month you've been selected as one of the finalists for the month of October."
Her eyes grew wide. "(GASP!) No way!" she shouted. I held my fingers to my lips and shh'd her. "Oh! Right! Sorry!" She gathered herself and quietly yelled, "No way!"
"Yes way. Congratulations."
"This...this is amazing!"
"Well, hang on a second. You're a finalist. You haven't won it yet. There are a few things you have to complete before you can win."
"Really? Like what? What would I win?"
My cock stuffed inside you if you play your cards right!
"Well, if you're Employee of the Month you get a $25 gift card to Applebee's."
"(gasp) I love Applebee's!"
"And then, at the end of the year, one of the monthly winners will be chosen as Employee of the Year. They get a certificate and a $100 gift card."
"(gasp!) A certificate?! And a $100 gift card?! Oh my gosh! So what do I have to do?"
I asked her some random, easy questions. She got most of them right, which actually surprised me. Then I asked her to stand up and come around the desk so I could get a better look at her.
She giggled. "You see me every day, silly."
"Yes, but this is different. I need to take a
really
good look at you. Lift up your skirt so I can see all of your leg."
Without hesitation, she turned and lifted one side of her short skirt all the way to her hip. Far enough to reveal the thin band of her g-string and plenty of sweet ass. Her leg was tan and smooth.
"Perfect. Now show me your stomach." She yanked her blouse from inside of her skirt and lifted it to just below her breasts. Her stomach was taut and tanned just like her legs. "Man, you must work out!"
I'd like to give you a work out!
She turned her hips side to side. "I do!"
I leaned back in my chair and scratched my chin.
Go for it!
"Ya know, that's great and all. But I really think we need to get those clothes off of you so, you know, I can get a better look," I said as nonchalantly as I could.
"What?! You...you want me to take my clothes off? Right here?!"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
"But...but...somebody might see!"
"Then we'll make it quick. You should probably hurry up before somebody walks in."
She thought about it. "Okay." The tiny skirt slipped down her legs and across her high heels. As she pulled her blouse over her head she asked, "Why do I need to take my clothes off to be Employee of the Month?"
I gathered my thoughts while she reached behind her back and unsnapped her lacy bra. "Well, uh, at the, uh, at the end of the year we're going to do a calendar with all of the winners."
She placed the bra on top of the clothes she already had on my desk. "A calendar?!" Her eyes sparkled at the thought.
"Oh yeah, a calendar," I nodded while her tiny g-string slipped past her knees. "So, uh, you know, we want to make sure our calendar girls would, you know, make our competitors jealous."
"Oh yeah! I get it!" she said beaming.
Dumb bitch!
She stood proudly before me naked with the exception of her red high heels, her hands behind her back with a wide smile across her face. Every inch of her body was a golden tan with not a tan line to be found. Her breasts were perky and sat up way and high. She had a landing strip of brown hair perched just above her puffy pink lips. It was tough to keep my composure. I long ago lost the battle with my trouser snake.
Once again, she turned her hips side to side. "So? What do you think? Do I look like a calendar girl?"
"Oh, absolutely!"