Ah yes, Abby! She brings back such fond memories. She was a cheerleader when I first saw her. A short skirt, a bulky sweater, pom-poms, and a beautiful, vivacious, athletic young woman... what else could a man ask for? I spent wonderful hours watching her bounce around, kick her legs up, and do cartwheels almost every afternoon after school. We were both breathing hard by the time she finished practice.
It was four years later when I saw her again. I had graduated high school; a year later, so did she. I already had an idea for a business and had it under way in my garage by the time I got out of school. She went on to college to major in Business Management.
My business had grown enough that I actually had an office with four people working for me in the back rooms. Specialized computer software does not take up much space to design or to burn and distribute. I had all that covered. I needed someone to answer the phone and to get my paperwork in order.
My accountant and tax lady had done a shaky shiver dance when I showed up for her to do my taxes. My way of keeping up with things sucked a big green one as she so eloquently told me. If I could not do any better, then I needed to find someone else because she was not going to bat for me with the IRS. No paper trail meant, no way to prove where what went, and no way to make the IRS believe anything.
So, the third applicant for the job was Abby Gene Wentworth. I recognized her instantly. She had been burned into my memory from hours of fantasies and masturbation. I felt my dick getting hard just from reading her name and she wasn't even in the room yet. When she walked in, there was major wood. Enough where I could not stand up to shake her hand.
Short, spiky dark brown hair, a cute face, a nice set of sweater puppies, and a tight skirt that made my mouth water from the way it clung to her hips and ass. I was in big trouble and she had the job even before the first question was asked. I'm just glad I had the questions written out in front of me.
Abby did not know me from Adam, but she wanted the summer job. We had been in wholly different circles in high school, and our paths had rarely ever crossed. I had the feeling that she thought I was much older than I was. Living in the real world as opposed to still being in school has that effect.
Running a business and dealing with people also has that effect and I hate both of them. I am a geek. Give me a dark corner and something complex to deal with and leave me alone. Well, that is unless you look like Abby and then my lap is open all the time. Uh, maybe I should make that available all the time.
*****
Having Abby in the office was wonderful, and not just because of the tight sweaters and short skirts. Although they were much more than that at certain times, bending over the lowest drawer in the filing cabinet comes to mind the most. The mind boggles at the amount of wood she caused and that's not counting the stress on Ellie, my number one female geek.
I think Ellie's tongue stayed hard for hours but that just kept her close to the rest of us. I had to crack the whip constantly and keep the office door shut to get anything done and that was just me. Luckily, the rest of the team was more isolated in the back rooms.
*****
A few weeks after she started work, she came into my office and said, "Your accountant is right, the way you do your paperwork and file things is for the birds. Invoicing and accounting are a nightmare. There needs to be a major overhaul of everything."
"Okay, do it." I told her.
She looked at me closely for a second and then said, "That would come under more of a consulting business office manager than a secretary's job."
"You're a business management major, can't you do both?
"Well yes, there's no problem with me doing it, it's more a money thing. Getting you set up right is worth a whole lot more than the hourly rate you're paying me right now."
"If I was to double it, would that be enough?"
She thought a minute and replied, "I don't know, it's going to take a lot of time and then the earlier stuff is going to have to be converted..." She paused in thought.
"Can you have a new system in place by the end of this quarter if I triple it?"
"You've got a deal," she said with a big grin.
"Good because our biggest corporate software package yet is coming out then and I need to have everything in place. We've been profitable all along but if this flies, we'll be knee deep in money, and I don't need Uncle Sam on my ass."
"Consider it done then," she said as she turned to leave.
She paused at the door and looked back. "I graduate next year and I'll be sending resumes out. Should I send you one?"
"By all means. That is, if you're not still working here then. I have a feeling you will be an asset to my company even if I have to keep you on the payroll as a consultant when classes start back up."
She laughed and said, "Yes, I've noticed you noticing my assets." With that, she turned and went back to her desk, leaving my office door open.
She spent the day between her desk and the filing cabinets and I spent my day in one fantasy after another. I had wanted to ask her to lunch but thought better of it. Fantasies were one thing but... geeks are slow and cautious at the best of times.
*****
The end of the quarter was coming up fast, as was the release date for the new software. The software was in testing and I was a nervous wreck. The team had done an outstanding job and all we were fixing were minor problems and glitches. The only thing left was network testing.
It was Friday and we had a week left. We loaded the software on the network system that morning and started to throw everything in the book at it and then some. That's when the shit hit the fan. We had conflicts and crossovers coming out our ass and more holes than Swiss cheese.
Everything worked together perfectly on one machine but when you spread it across several, strange things were happening. Things were happening that should not have been and the longer it ran the worse it got. I was pulling my hair out right along with everyone else.
A little after one in the afternoon, I pulled the plug and had everyone shut it all down. I called everyone in for a meeting in my office. As they all got settled, I said, "Well, that was just nifty neat! Now what the fuck do we do?" As my eyes went around the room, everyone was looking somewhere else besides at me.
Finally, Ellie said, "It's got to be a conflict with the networking software."
"No shit!" Dave said hotly.
He was a short wiry guy that was mostly Italian and had a temper that was short and sharp. His dark and brooding features and attitude drove most people away quickly. Only on software and video games could he communicate on a level playing field.
"It all revolves around the security protocols," Carl interjected.
He was the quiet, cool head of the group. Short and round, he was not impressive physically but he was a mental powerhouse.
"Ours or theirs?" Eddie, the fourth member of the team asked as he stood up.
At six four and nearly two hundred pounds, he should have been a basketball player. The only problem was he could not walk and chew gum much less dribble a basketball.
Ellie ran her long narrow fingers through her spiked hair, as she said, "Then let's kill a part of their software at a time until we find the conflict."
"It ain't that easy." Carl kicked in. "It's all in one big fucked up package with it's own security and encrypting. We don't have the source code and we don't have a chance in hell of getting it."
"Okay then, we kill a bit of ours at a time until we find the problem," Eddie said with a sigh. They all knew how time consuming that would be.
After a long silence, Dave whisper, "Oh, fuck me running!"
Everyone looked at him and then followed his wide-eyed stare. Abby was bent over getting some papers out of the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Her feet were shoulder width apart, her knees locked as she bent from the waist. Her short, tight, black skirt was pulled up to the bottom on her luscious ass cheeks. Her bare sex was staring back at us.
"Now there's a cheeseburger I could sink my teeth into!" Carl whispered.
"Teeth hell, I've got six inches of tongue that would fit that nicely," Ellie whispered.
"Not if I can get my nine inches of dick in there first." Eddie told her.
Abby continued to sort papers and we all sat there drooling. I was too enthralled to say or do anything. My boner was back with a vengeance and I kept licking my lips. Obviously, I was not the only one with problems as I heard shifting on the couch and several soft groans as Abby stood up.
She turned and saw all of us staring at her. She smiled and then frowned as she asked, "Is there a problem?"
A chorus of no's echoed throughout my office.
"Is there something I can help you guys with?"
It was a mixed answer, with the headshakes barely out voted by the nods and "Oh, yes" answers. Abby just looked at us blankly with a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Did you forget your panties by accident or on purpose today?" Ellie asked with a big grin.
Abby chuckled and replied, "So, someone finally noticed, did they? I haven't had any on since last Friday at lunch and I've been flashing you people every chance I got. It's about time one of you opened your eyes to the world around you."
