Office Hours
Monday morning, Jill was waiting at Mitch's office when he arrived.
"Hi Mitch. You said to come back this week, so here I am!" Bright and cheerful, she stood close, looking up into Mitch's eyes.
Mitch was a bit surprised at her bubbly eagerness. She had definitely changed her appearance also. Last week she had been modestly dressed, so modestly he couldn't actually say what she had worn. Today she wore a tiny blue miniskirt, a tight white tank top without a bra, and blue high heels. And makeup; today she was made up nicely with a fair amount of makeup. Still unprepared for such a display from a gorgeous girl, he asked her to sit down and he sat (hid) behind his desk.
Jill set a folder of papers on his desk, "You asked me to find out what I could about the medallion. I'm sorry, but this is all I could get this weekend."
Mitch opened the folder to find a fairly large stack of notes. Pages and pages of handwritten notes, all neatly organized. "This looks like a lot of work. You did all this over the weekend?"
"Well, yes. It's what you said to do. I called a few relatives and asked what they could remember. No one remembered anything at all about a medallion. I talked to my grandpa and all of his surviving brothers and sisters. Nana had 11 kids, but only eight are still alive. I called a few aunts and uncles, but those conversations went nowhere."
"The story of Nana goes like this. She was married to a man named Johnson Braybec. Johnson was like thirty five years older than Nana. Even though she lived for almost eighty more years after him, she continued to love him until the day she died. They had eleven kids together, but apparently he had considerable outside, um, appetites. Lots of affairs with women, rumors of illegitimate children. None of that seems to have bothered her. He was quite a character by all accounts. He was independently wealthy but nobody knows the source of his wealth. In his late seventies he was still cruising the bars, drinking heavily, hitting on young women, picking fights. He climbed mountains, he swam open bodies of water. He died in an accident racing horses with friends, while Nana was pregnant with their last. Johnson was a sailor as a young man, so he would have travelled a lot. But like I said, there was no mention of the medallion. Perhaps even Nana didn't know anything about it. I really am sorry I couldn't learn more."
Mitch caught himself looking at Jill's beauty. Well, leering, actually. He hadn't been with a woman since that French graduate student at the dig in eastern Turkey last summer. Then there was that humiliating attempt to ask out that stunning sorority girl last fall. That didn't end well. It had taken him a week to get up the courage to ask her. She and her pretty friend had laughed at him.
Jill noticed his stare and pulled her shoulders back, putting her mini assets on display. The knit top made it easy to make out her nipples. She flashed that sweet smile and Mitch felt his cock begin to stir. He shifted his weight as his trowsers became uncomfortable.
Jill noticed his apparent nervousness and suggested, "Perhaps this would go better if you used me." She looked at him without blinking, grinning.
Mitch did not question the meaning of those words. He questioned whether he had actually heard her correctly, "...use... you?"
"Yes, Mitch, I mean 'fuck'. Would you like to fuck me? It might help you be less tense."
Mitch had never expected to hear those words, 'Would you like to fuck me?' even once in his life. Much less from a really cute babe. He was still unsure of how to respond, "Here? Now? ... Me?"
Jill looked all around the room for comic effect, giggling, "Of course I mean you, Mitch." She got up and closed the door, sliding around to his side of the desk, whipping her top off in one smooth motion. Her tits may have been teacup small, but her nipples were large, dark, and hard. "I belong to you now Mitch. You can fuck me any time you want, any place you want. You can have me any way you want."
