This series is based on one office of many horny people. If you have favorite characters, let me know and I'll do my best to feature them in other episodes.
If you are unsatisfied with the ending, I plan on adding a special deleted scene to this one. Stay tuned.
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Carson Dixon had been a self-righteous, pretentious jerk for his entire adult life, but he knew his nature and learned long ago not to fight it. He grew up in privilege in New England, attending a prestigious university. At that time, being well-off and good-looking, he became very popular at his fraternity and often had a half-dozen or more fuck buddies at his disposal. These girls shamelessly pined for him, much different from his high school experience. This led him down the path of becoming a womanizer.
A few years into his burgeoning career, his overbearing wife discovered that he wasn't necessarily working overtime all those late nights. She grew suspicious and decided to confront him. She found him in the parking lot of the tech startup company he worked for. But the only person she saw working was the blonde with her head in his lap, bobbing enthusiastically. The ensuing divorce left Carson single, a status from which he'd never looked back.
That was over ten years and tens of dozens of blondes ago. Carson progressed successfully in his career, although he continued to behave inappropriately in his place of work. He just found it so easy. He was often horny at work, being around well-dressed and attractive professionals. The girls were often younger, always naïve, and never seemed to stick around his company once he'd lost interest in them. It was just the way of the world, he supposed. He considered himself a cog in the machine, though a very lucky cog.
It was a mundane Monday in early September, as Carson sat at his desk, considering his usual horny mood. He'd been seeing this dance instructor for a few weeks and things were pretty hot between them. But, she had gone out of town, stranding him alone for several days. She wouldn't be back until later in the week and Carson was growing antsy for some action.
He was reviewing the specs of his brand-new state-of-the-art copier. The company purchased the machines from time to time and his had just been upgraded to the latest model. The schlubby maintenance technician had set it up first thing in the morning and Carson lazily browsed the features through an app on his computer. It was mid-morning, which was when Carson's horniness typically peaked, when he saw a black and white blur zip past his door.
'Who was that?' he wondered, quickly moving to his door to for a better look.
Carson shamelessly fondled himself over his slacks, watching the retreating backside of the black and white dress-wearer. Though he had a preference for blondes, his main criteria was curves. And this brunette had them in all the right places from where he could see. She was tall, even more so in her heels, and wore a sharp, snug-fitting black and white chevron dress. It was about as short as it could be, while still being "professional". A liberal amount of the girls' legs was on display, along with a plump, round ass. The skin-tight dress left little to the imagination. Carson could see the young lady was a thong-wearer. Completing his scan, he observed her swaying, curly chestnut hair, dancing across her back and her bare shoulders in the sleeveless dress.
He followed her with his eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of her front side to see if her front curved as much as her rear. Also, he wanted to see if she was a "bagger", his own slang term for a chick with a hot body but ugly face. It was a reference to having to put a paper bag over the girl's head so she'd still be fuckable. He, of course, had never actually resorted to fucking a "bagger".
The girl's shiny black heels thudded sharply as she walked, causing a slight jiggle to her flared butt. Carson's left hand absently squeezed his upper shaft and cock head over his pants. There was a hint of wetness around his thighs indicating that he was leaking precum. He was picturing how that ass would ripple as he "hit it" doggystyle until she rounded the corner and left his sight. He began scheming a way to fuck the brunette hottie before lunch.
Brandi Lynn Carter was part of a rash of new-hire college students, brought on early in the summer. She'd gone through the various training phases associated with new employees and had spent most of her time with the company shadowing the person she'd been brought on to replace. She liked working at the office so far. Everyone seemed very friendly and welcoming.
Brandi had eked through community college mostly on accord of her stunning looks and bubbly personality. Like everyone, she of course had her flaws. Brandi thought she was fat. Her boobs and her butt were far too big. She looked in the mirror and saw excessive curves where she wanted to be slim and toned. Her idea of the perfect female form was closer to Kate Beckinsdale, while Brandi's body type was more like Kate Upton.
With her freshly minted college degree in communication, she had applied for jobs like crazy. Her qualifications were limited, but her cleavage was much more extensive. She didn't go out of her way to display her assets, but she didn't really need to. Curves like hers were hard to hide. Soon, she had several reasonable offers for employment. Nothing life-changing, but a few good administrative assistant options were open.
Her interview at the office was her very last one and she'd only shown up as a courtesy. But, after a brief discussion with the two enthusiastic male hiring officers, they had given her the best offer yet, under the condition that she took it on the spot. They wanted to hire her as the Office Administrator. Brandi felt a bit bewildered by the senior title and generous salary. Her only pause came from the hungry gazes of the two men. But being ogled by lusty men was something she took in stride, being such a common occurrence. She accepted the offer and started immediately.
After the mandatory training, Brandi spent several weeks shadowing the current office administrator, Wanda. Wanda had been with the company for years and was the office matriarch. She was helpful and generous but had a take-no-crap attitude. Needless to say, the employees at the office did everything they could to stay in her good graces. But it was time for Wanda to retire. As Brandi's shadow period came to an end, Wanda did just that.
Today was Brandi's first day on her own, as the office administrator. She was grateful that the office was relatively vacant, since many of the employees were attending a conference at the local convention center. She pleasantly went about her morning, easing into her new role.
Meanwhile, Carson was at his desk, browsing the list of active users in the inter-office messaging program. He scrolled through, looking for unfamiliar names. Luckily, the active users were pared way down due to the conference. Carson hadn't signed up to attend because he didn't like attending the local ones, instead preferring to save his expense budget for more exotic locales.
"Hmmm, let's see, there's Doug, but he's idle," Carson muttered to himself. He knew who Doug, the IT guy was. "Ah! What have we here... Brandi Lynn Carter, Administration... No way I would have missed an ass like that... she must be new..."
He double clicked her name, opening a chat window.
Brandi sat at her desk, idly touching up her lip gloss through her compact mirror. Pink was her favorite color and she almost always shaded her thick lips with the color. She really loved the glossy look. She smacked her lips together gently to spread the gloss evenly as a dialogue box popped onto her screen.
Carson Dixon: Hey, Brandi. I don't believe we met, but I wanted to say hi.
She snapped the compact closed and tucked it into her purse with the lip gloss, swiveling her chair squarely to her desk.
Brandi Lynn Carter: Hi Mr. Dixon! No, I don't believe we have, but thank you for reaching out.
Carson: So your new, right?
Brandi: Yes, I started a few weeks ago. I had been shadowing Wanda the whole time.
Carson: Wanda will be sorely missed, but welcome aboard.
Brandi: Thank you so much!
Carson: Actually, I have something I needed your help with.
Brandi: What can I do for you, Mr. Dixon?
Carson: Please come to my office. It will be easier to explain in person.
Brandi: On my way.
Carson reclined in his chair smugly. So far so good. He waited, absently playing with his cock with one hand and clicking his mouse with the other.
A few moments later, there was a soft knock on the wall beside his open door. "Mr. Dixon?"
Brandi Lynn Carter leaned halfway through the doorway, smiling. She definitely was not a "bagger". At the sight of her face and upper body, Carson felt his cock throb, leaking a fresh stream of precum inside his boxers.
"Come on in, Brandi." He waved her in, smiling and rising to stand.
She crossed into his office, giving him his first full view of her. Brandi was around 5'-8", wearing the body-hugging black and white dress. Her thick brown hair fell around her shoulders in bouncy curls. She had large, dark eyes, prominent lips, and olive white skin. Her mouth curved into an affable smile as she stepped up to shake Carson's hand.
Carson's eyes were drawn like a magnet to Brandi's chest as he gripped her hand. Her tits swelled out abundantly with a generous view of her soft cleavage. She met his firm grip with her own. Carson's eyes bulged out as he pumped her hand, watching the tops of her breasts ripple slightly. He snapped his gaze up.
"Very nice to meet you, Brandi."
"Thank you sir!" she cheerfully replied.
