Dear Readers,
Wow! thanks for coming on this long journey with me! This is the last installment in this series. This story has been somewhat of a love letter to my little Indiana hometown. It's an ideal version of it, anyway.
I hope you've enjoyed reading the series as much as I enjoyed writing it. i don't know if I ever mentioned it, but Nancy is based on a former boss of mine. She didn't like me very much and that, for some reason, fueled my non-consentual sexual fantasies of her. Oh, and Nancy is her real first name.
Shelby isn't based on any person in particular; she's part me wondering what my former boss would have done to me had she had sexual control of me like she did of Shelby.
Anyway, thanks so much for reading, and here is the last installment of Company Policy!
~pentopaper
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~Part Sixteen~
Monday morning saw Nancy getting ready for work early. "I've got to get into the office. I've got computers to rebuild and we need to do a company wide update. It's not going to be a very good day," she added.
Shelby nodded and kissed back when she felt Nancy's mouth on hers.
"I wish I could play with you for a little bit," Nancy said wistfully.
Shelby yawned. "Give me your hand."
Nancy gave it to her.
Shelby pulled it under the covers and pressed Nancy's fingers into her pussy. "There," she said. "Smell those fingers and think of me," Shelby giggled.
Nancy laughed. "If I don't lick them clean first," she said. "Okay. I'll meet you down there. Don't be too long. I could use your help today."
"Okay," Shelby said.
One hour later she woke up and her heart was pounding. It was only 7 but she felt like she was running super late. She had to reassure herself that it was okay.
She came out into the kitchen. It was too bad Nancy had to work on her birthday. But that's just how things went, she figured.
She picked up the apartment phone in the kitchen and dialed 4444.
One of the chefs answered.
"Cafeteria, Chef Dave speaking. How can I help you, Nancy?"
"Actually this is Shelby. Nancy's...I'm Shelby. But I'd like to arrange something for Nancy."
"Oh, yeah? And what would that be, Miss Shelby?"
"Well, today's Nancy's birthday, and-"
"Well, please wish her a happy birthday from me!"
Shelby laughed. "Ok, I will. I'm wondering, though, if you might be able to do a wine and cheese plate for us. For this evening, like after work."
"Wine and cheese," he said slowly. Shelby assumed he was taking notes. "What kind of cheeses? Then I can maybe suggest a good wine."
Shelby blew out her breath. "Well, honestly, I have no idea. I don't know much about fancy cheeses...or wines, for that matter."
"Hum. Ok, well I know that Mr. Addington has some nice wines in his cellar downstairs. I know he has some really good Cabernet Sauvignons from five years ago. We've served a few of those at small office soirΓ©es that Nancy's been to. I don't remember her ever complaining about the wine." Then he chuckled. "Well, it's $350.00 a bottle. When you're in that price range, it has to taste good."
"Holy crap!" Shelby said. "I mean," she cleared her throat, "wow, that seems rather expensive."
"Ah, don't worry about it. Phillip loves his sister-in-law. He'd be more than happy to do this for her. But if you'd like, I can ask him first."
"Yes. I think that's best."
"Ok, but let's plan on Mr. Addington saying yes. So this kind of a red wine goes well with...let me check the internet for a list...okay...there's colby, Danish blue, gorgonzola, gouda, camembert, parmesan, blue cheese, cheddar, or roquefort."
Shelby's head was spinning. "Um. That's a lot, and I honestly have no idea. Can you have a few that are - I guess - standard cheeses? And a couple special ones?"
He chuckled. "How about we do cubes of colby and cheddar. Are those what you mean by standard cheeses?"
Shelby laughed. "Let's say I've at least heard of those."
"Okay. Well camembert is a soft cheese. That one would be nice to include because you can spread it on crackers - I'll have a couple different kinds of crackers for you to eat. Gorgonzola can be soft too so let's include that. And maybe some assorted nuts and grapes.
"Wow. Okay, that all sounds great."
"Would you like to include a bleu cheese?"
"I like bleu cheese salad dressing."
"Great. So let's include a spreadable version of that too. So that's five cheeses, three spreadable, two cubed. Crackers, nuts, grapes. Ooh, and we can add some cold cuts and some olives too. How does all of that sound?"
"It sounds wonderful. You're a lifesaver, Chef Dave. Thank you for all your help!" Shelby said.
"The pleasure is all mine, Shelby. I'll have this and the wine ready for you by the end of day today. Want me to have it sent up?"
"Yes. If it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all. This will be fun to put together! Okay, well, you take care, alright? Tonight around 5:30 or so it'll be ready."
"Thank you so much! Ooh, and it's a surprise, so don't mention it to Nancy if you talk to her!"
"My lips are completely sealed."
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Shelby got ready for work and put on her white wrap dress. Her stomach had butterflies in it thinking about tonight. Oh, man...should she also be ready for any...anal play Nancy might want to do? Shelby sighed. She'd stop by the doctor's office and talk to him before she went down to work. But she wouldn't like it.
Dr. S. chuckled when she came by and told him her plan.
"Here. Take a bulb," he said, handing her one. "You can do this yourself in your apartment later today at your own convenience."
Shelby rolled her eyes but took it from him.
"You know...you've changed a lot since you first came here," Dr. S. said. "You're much more amenable now. I like it," he added.
Shelby couldn't help but scowl.
"Or not," Dr. S. said with a big laugh.
Shelby went back to the apartment and she hid the bulb in her armoire.
When she headed down to work, everything was crazy. The company internet was down, payroll was giving Nancy grief, and one of the laptops she thought she'd cleaned had frozen back up.
"Breathe," Shelby said to Nancy. "You look stunning today, by the way," Shelby said. Nancy was wearing her red, double breasted pantsuit. She had put on some makeup and lipstick and looked really nice. Shelby stood on her tiptoes and kissed Nancy's red lips. "By the way, happy 43rd birthday," she murmured.
Nancy groaned. "How did you know?"
Shelby grinned. "Little birdies and stuff like that."
"Oh," Nancy said. "Well, thanks. But it's going to be a crazy day."
"How can I help?"
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The day breezed by. They both stayed very busy and when Joelle and Phillip and Jim came in with a rectangular, very large, lit birthday cake, Shelby had almost forgotten it was Nancy's birthday.
"Happy birthday to you!" Joelle sang.
"Oh! Wow!" Nancy said, grinning.