"Please!... I'll give you a blowjob!"
Sam had been a recent addition to the team. The girlfriend of one of our technicians, she came in to help out with installations but I moved her into the office out of pity when I saw her struggling with a toolbox. Samantha was a plain but pretty girl with thin, lanky coppery-blonde hair, tattoos and a bit of a snarky attitude that said that she was from the other side of the tracks. I had wanted to give her a chance and thought she might be able to help me with the ordering process and be a bit of much needed young eye-candy around the office.
I was only somewhat right, at least about the eye-candy part and mostly wrong about the other. Sam was a cute girl, but she had no sense of style about working in a professional office. Unspokenly, each of us dressed to the jobs we did, the client facing office staff dressed up nicer than the technicians for example. Sam, maybe not familiar with this, often came to work in loose jeans, frayed Converse shoes and some kind of jacket or hoodie on top, basically covered up from neck to toes looking more dressed for a college campus than an office.
On the rare occasion that Samantha wore tighter fitting jeans and/or leggings, I was treated to a bit of camel toe, and a relatively flat ass in what I assumed were cheeky boyshorts from the way the panty lines cut across her ass cheeks. I presumed that she had a nice rack from the way she filled out those oversized sweaters, but she never took any initiative to show off, preferring to cover up completely and pretending the office was cold. She rarely wore make-up and sported a nose ring that looked ridiculous on her. Still, fashion sense aside, she had a pretty heart shaped face, sharp eyes and a snarky smirk that came out from time to time that was both playful and sexy.
Unfortunately, she was pretty terrible at the actual work portion of the job so those meager peeks now and then did not cut it, and as revenues dried up some going into the summer I decided to cut her loose.
I waited until after lunch on a Thursday. I knew that traditionally news like these were done on Fridays at the end of the day but we had a habit of working light days on Fridays and it wouldn't help to have her boyfriend back when I was trying to have this conversation with Sam. I stood up from my desk, grabbed my coffee mug and as I walked past her I breathed out, "let me have a word with you," and kept walking. That was one thing she was good at, was keeping an ear out for my instructions, even if she was pretty terrible at following them where it mattered. She nodded, picked up a pen and notebook and followed me into a room we used for client meetings and private conversations.
She was looking particularly schleppy that afternoon in her frayed Converse, baggy socks and a university logo zip-up several sizes too large for her. It made things easier for me.
"Sam," I said as soon as I closed the door behind us, "I'm just going to come out and say it, I don't think this is working out great. I'm going to let you go."
"Oh.." She was genuinely surprised. I couldn't fathom how she hadn't seen this coming, but sometimes ignorance is bliss I guess.
"Why?" She said softly.
I did my best to let her down easy, but like previous times it felt like I was talking to a wall. I finally just had to say, "It's not gonna work out."
"Is there anything else I can do?" She asked, not really meeting my eyes, "I can go just back to helping Thomas install?"
I shook my head. I had already hired a second installer, besides, the main reason for pulling her out of the field was because she hadn't been very helpful there. I watched her process what I had said and my silence as I gave her no alternative. She blinked her eyes a few times.
"I really like this job..."
I offered her a small sympathetic smile.
"I don't want to go back to my other job..." she said in a small voice. Prior to joining us, she had worked at an insurance office. Apparently she had hated it because she couldn't use her downtime to do her school work, I should have taken that as a red flag as it was something she had been doing more of with us than actually working.
"I can... I can..." She started but in the months that she had been with us, she hadn't done much to learn new skills or expand on her knowledge base, so there wasn't much she could come up with. I made to shift in my seat which she probably mistook to me getting up to end the conversation. Her eyes got wide and desperate, probably surprised at the conversation being so short that she made a last ditch effort to save her job,
"Please! I'll give you a blowjob!"
I had been jerking off fantasizing about hearing her saying that very thing ever since I brought her into the office, but the sudden abruptness of it caught me off guard. That argument had gotten *there* way too fast. I looked at Samanth. Her thin, mousy hair hung straight down limp. I wondered what she ate and how bad her diet had to probably be to have hair so thin and limp.
"I'm sorry Sam," I said automatically. It wasn't what I had wanted to say, but rather what I knew I was supposed to say so I said it without thinking. Somewhere, some HR trainer got her angel wings I suppose.
"I'll give you a blowjob every week! For real! I'll come early or stay late!"
"How do you think Thomas would feel about that?" My heart was pounding in my chest as I said it. We both realized at the same time that I had not turned her down as immediately as before.
"He doesn't have to know," Sam whispered. She was very tense. Something she tried to cover up by pushing her hair behind her ear while looking down, "I won't say anything. I promise."
The next few seconds that followed felt like an eternity.
Fuck if I wasn't weighing every pro and con I could think of in record speed.
"I don't think so Sam..." I shook my head, "As much as... really... We'd both get in a ton of trouble if-"
"I promise." She said standing up, "I won't say anything. Please let me stay."
I didn't know what my next move would be yet, I wasn't sure I could play this out. She swallowed hard and put up a tight-lipped little hard face as she took a timid step towards me, then shuffled over to the door and locked the door before turning to me again.
I watched her take a gasping big breath and once again took note of what must've been some healthy tits under that shapeless hoodie. Those tits... I stopped her before she reached out to me as I imagined she would, I had read and watched enough porn to know how this was meant to go down, I wondered if she had too. I admired her resolve, but I had an idea.
"Let's save that for another day... okay?" I said nodding, knowing she would echo my movements and nod back. She took a tiny, timid step back and did just that, nodded back wide eyed. I reached out and brushed the back of my knuckles against her stomach, she tightened and jumped back and then looked at me a little wild-eyed knowing that had been the wrong reaction.
"The biggest problem we have is that we have a disconnect between expectation and execution. I ask you to do something, and it almost always falls shy of the mark."
"I can do better!" Sam offered automatically with a small pout, eyes wide, fighting to not roll them at me, a defense mechanism that she used often but did nothing for me.
"Are you being serious? About... you know?" I tested her resolve. Her eyes seemed suddenly afraid for a few seconds but she clenched her jaw and nodded. God how I hated that nose ring. She took a tiny step forward.
"Tell you what Sam..." I stopped her again, "why don't you go into the restroom and take some pictures with your phone that you think I may like to see. Take your time, take several. Then meet me back here and we can see if we see eye to eye."
"I..." Her voice failed her. She hadn't been planning for that. "Eye to eye about what?"
I sighed. I didn't answer her. I waited for a moment and then made to get up. Sam held out her hands, "I'll do it. I'll.. I'll... I'll be right back okay?"
I nodded, and she backed up, unlocked the door and quietly walked out leaving the door open behind her. In the background I could hear the rest of the staff busy with work. My heart rate was racing. What if she messaged her boyfriend and told him what I had said? What if she told the staff? There were a number of ways this could blow up in my face and I was struggling to think of how to play this if Samantha decided to call me out. Seriously, I took a swig of cold coffee and tasted nothing. A cold sweat was beginning to form and a knot formed in my stomach. The minutes ticked by slowly and with each one my anxiety grew. After several minutes my phone buzzed and I saw Sam's name flash across my phone.
"I took some"
A feeling of relief crashed through me as dopamine flooded my bloodstream. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Betty, one of my other employees walking in my direction with papers in hand. I took a slow calming breath and typed a response on my phone,
"Ok. Take your time. I'll be here."
I couldn't tell you what Betty asked or what I responded with, my brain was addled with possibilities. As I was signing some forms I heard Betty say,
"Oh, sorry Sam, I just needed to get this filled out. You can have him back."
Sam's fake laugh sounded high pitched and nervous but Betty didn't pick up on it. Betty side-stepped behind Sam and closed the door. Samantha stood there for a few pregnant seconds before asking in a small voice,
"Should I lock the door?"
"No, that's okay" I said, motioning her to sit down. Sam pulled her phone from her back pocket and sat down. She fiddled with her phone and offered it to me in a careless, "whatever" attitude, "Do you want to see them?" I held my palm up to stop her,
"Send them to me."
Her little mouth opened, then shut. She again hadn't been expecting that. She had probably assumed she could take a few pictures, show them to me from her phone and then erase them right after as if they had never existed. If she sent them to me however, then they would live on, forever. Her hand shook a little as she digested this new development. This changed things in her mind, it upped the ante, and I got the impression that if she had had gum in her mouth she would have popped it at that moment in silent rebellion. There was something about her attitude that I both found endearing and infuriating. Her hand didn't move, so I had to prompt her,
