Fresh out of high school 18 year Cassandra Jenkins felt lucky to land a job at a local real-estate firm doing all of their odd jobs. When she was hired they had insisted that she dress appropriately which meant skirts and blouses but that was ok with her. She had even lucked out that all of her older sisters stuff fit so she had plenty.
Today she had chosen a black pencil skirt that fit her slightly curvy frame a little tightly with a red blouse that hugged her ample chest just as tight. She had noticed that several of the people, both male and female, had looked her over and she enjoyed it.
"Cassandra I will need the entire Peterson file copied," Doug, one of the owners told her, "and you need to use the backup copier that's in the supply closet." Once there she got to work but was soon joined by Doug. "Don't mind me dear, just needed something." He told her with a smirk on his face. Cassandra could smell his musky cologne as it filled the small space. Then she felt him against her as the much taller man reached for something on a shelf above the copier.