We had this new guy start work at the place where I worked. His name is Anthony. I made the mistake of calling him Tony and didn't I cop a mouthful. The guy has a shiny new degree which proves that he knows more than all of us because our degrees are older and the field has moved on since then, leaving us behind.
The man's a first class prat, and arrogant with it. One of the reasons that the science had advanced is guys like me and my fellow workers, who are actively advancing the science. Some of these wonderful new things he knows he only knows because we pioneered them.
He's the new kid on the block and as such he gets the scut jobs, whether he likes it or not. He doesn't. He's the type who feels that he should come in as head of the team because he's so smart. Oddly enough the manager of our team doesn't have a degree. What he does have is great people and business skills, and he probably gets a damn sight more out of the team than someone with a degree and no people skills. (Plus he doesn't pinch the credit for our work.)
Once a month we have a bit of a get-together at the home of one of the senior managers. It's called team bonding and it also lets us get to meet the top bosses in an unofficial atmosphere where we can pass along a few gripes if we're so inclined. These get-togethers are unofficially compulsory and unpaid. (Hey, it's not work. It's just a party.)
That last bit also got right up Tony's nose. Excuse me - Anthony's nose. Then again, he spends so much time turning his nose up at things or looking down his nose at people it probably doesn't take much to get up his nose. He suggested to the Senior Manager that if he had to attend these then they should be considered overtime and paid at overtime rates.
I don't think Anthony will be with us for too much longer.
When we go to these dos we're supposed to front up with our significant other if we currently have one. The company doesn't care about your sexual preferences, they just like to meet your partner. I think it gives them an idea as to whether your partner is an asset to you or someone who is a millstone that will drag your career down.
I don't currently have a partner and my understanding is that that is considered a negative. I don't have the stabilising influence that they want. That's OK by me. I have no great desire to advance through the hierarchy of the company. I'm paid a small fortune right where I am and my contract entitles me to royalties from the things I come up with. I could probably retire and live comfortably off royalties already garnered but I like the work too much.
Anyway, Anthony the Prat arrived at his first get-together with his wife in tow. I have to admit that he had excellent taste. She was a honey. She was a statuesque blonde wearing a slim sheathe that her figure did wonders for. Some women wear clothes that make the most of their figures. Trina had a figure that made the most of the clothes she wore. The only thing I could fault her for was that she must be a bit of a goose. That's the only explanation I could come up with as to why she was hitched to Anthony the Prat.
Anthony deigned to introduce me to his wife, tossing out the information to her that I was the person who had created the chip that Anthony was currently upgrading. The implication that I'd created a substandard chip came through loud and clear. Whoop-de-do. I'd invented that chip from scratch and had made a mint from it over the years and would make another mint in the years to come. (Those royalties, you know.) All Anthony was doing was adding a few bells and whistles and it was paid hack work. No royalties for him.
We separated and went our different ways. While circulating I turned around at one point and found my hand was full of a very nice breast. OK, so maybe I was a little slow in withdrawing my hand. Maybe, just maybe, I gave that lovely breast a bit of a squeeze before I released it with apologies. What I do know for a fact was that Trina wasn't exactly in a hurry to extract her breast from my grasp and seemed to enjoy the contact.
The next little incident was partly my fault. I admit it. I'd been circulating and feeling a little bored. I don't drink much, tending to get one and then nurse it for the party so people always see me with a glass in my hand and don't think I'm missing out.
These little parties tended to be held outdoors in fine weather and today was certainly a very nice day. In this yard was a magnificent eucalyptus, it's trunk rising a good twenty feet before there were any branches. Under that tree there was a bit of a buffet and I approached it.
I was on one side of the tree and the buffet was on the other. Between the buffet and the tree were several wives talking, with a couple of the older wives getting to know the newcomer, Trina. I stopped when I reached Trina so I could acknowledge the other wives, knowing both of them quite well. Did I mention that Trina had a very shapely bottom? I probably haven't because it wouldn't normally be germane to the story, but it became so when I could resist patting it. I know, I know. Inappropriate behaviour and sexual harassment at its' finest, but I still ran my hand lightly over that lovely bottom.
Would you believe what that bitch did? I was finding it hard to believe and I was standing right there. When my hand smoothed its' way across her bottom she started smirking and adjusted her position slightly. Next thing I knew I was standing there with my hand trapped between her bottom and the tree, and that rotten woman was moving around all casual like, but effectively rubbing her bottom on my hand.
She started giggling and the other two women looked at her, surprised.
"It's nothing," she said, a big smile on her face. "A private joke that I remembered."
After a couple of moments she moved enough that I could extract my hand, thankful that I hadn't been caught in that situation. I headed to the buffet and got myself a plate of something, throwing a look at Trina as I left. She just happened to be looking in my direction and her smile got bigger than ever.
Now you may got the impression that I don't think much of Anthony the Prat. Truth is he doesn't think much of me, either. Early in our acquaintance he tried to lecture me on what the chip he was working on could and couldn't do and how he was going to improve it. He got a bit peeved when I pointed out that several of the things he said it couldn't do it actually could, if you approached from the right direction. I also pointed out that two of his proposed improvements would interfere with the chip's core functions. What made me such an expert? Check the specifications, idiot. I'm down there as the designer.
So there I was just standing around, drink in hand, wanting to go home, when Anthony came along, Trina in tow. He probably would have barged straight through me but then realised who I was and changed his mind. He abruptly stopped and turned to one side to talk to someone else. When he turned Trina had to turn as well, mainly because he was hauling her around. This resulted in her bumping into me.
It was just a light contact. That pretty little bottom I'd been admiring made contact with my groin. If the little witch had just stepped away that would have been that. Instead she turned and cast an apologetic look over her shoulder, her bottom still pressing against my groin.
Now I'm a normal man. When a lovely young thing rubs her bottom against my groin my genitalia are going to react. With Trina bottom bumping me they reacted. I could feel the reaction and from the broad smile on Trina's face she also felt the reaction. Then Anthony was moving along, taking Trina with him, leaving me to determinedly will my genitalia to calm down. No action taking place here.
