I knew from the first moment that she came in the office door on her first day at work that I would not get on with Sandi. It was that damned look of hers, as if she were so superior to you and that you were fortunate to even be sharing the same space as her. Of course that Monday she was polite enough, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries as you do when you start in a new office but I got the impression that she wanted to wipe the palm of her hand on her skirt after shaking my hand - maybe she was a racist (that was a theory I came to believe more and more). Fortunately back then she was on the same level as me and we rarely butted heads but that would soon change when she somehow managed to get a promotion and became office manager, making her my direct boss.
Before telling you about that hellish time I should describe her to you, it's important that you understand who she was and what she was like. Her name was Sandra Fuller but she insisted on being called Sandi (why she used 'I' I don't know, maybe she thought it was cool but really it was pretentious crap and that about summed her attitude up). She was married, a fact displayed by the biggest, ugliest, tackiest looking wedding ring its been my misfortune to ever see - though no doubt it cost a bomb, her husband was called David and he, as she never tired of boasting, was a very wealthy man and she had a kid that was about ten. She was 34 when this all went down but I would have to admit she looked good for it, long blonde hair that was immaculately kept, piercing blue eyes that could make you feel guilty without you doing anything and a hell of a trim figure. She knew it too and certainly liked to dress sexy in the office with expensive loose blouses and short, tight skirts to go with her ever present heels.
Why she was working I don't know, I never really wanted to know, it was bad enough that she did never mind knowing the reasons. She certainly didn't need to, she made sure we all knew how wealthy she was and how great her life was, but despite that she was ambitious, cravenly ambitious from the start. She always made sure the important people knew what she had done, how she had done it and what others had failed to do. She was, in a word, a bitch. And it was on me that much of her foul temper and attitude usually fell.
My name is Cal (funny how Sandi could always pronounce it like it was a curse) and I had got by in the company for near a decade before she showed up. I wasn't that ambitious, I got through the day and was happy to go home at five and even happier at the weekend. I was divorced, 32 and in no hurry to re-marry or even date anyone else, it was just too much trouble. I knew my job and was pretty good at it but I wasn't real hot on procedures and protocol so there wasn't much danger of me getting much in the way of promotion or advancement. Which suited me fine, I could relax, do my job with no pressure and find other ways to enjoy myself in the copious free time I had. I'll tell you a little later about some of my favourite hobbies, I'll not spoil the surprise right now!
Like I said Sandi got that damn promotion, I remember joking at the time that she must have sucked some serious cock to get it but I didn't really believe it she was just that determined and ambitious that what she wanted she just went out and got and figured it was like that with the promotion too. Still it sucked, I didn't want her bossing me around, that would just ruin my nice, quiet little work world, but there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it happening. And it was a hundred times worse than I had imagined once she got the power, believe me. Yes, others got it too but she seemed to get off on picking me up on mistakes and giving me the crappiest jobs available, if could have got anything else then I would have but it paid well and I was damned if I would let the bitch drum me out of my job (though that was exactly what was happening).
I hated my job for a good six months and watched in horror as Sandi got more control and more power in the office and seemed to have the ear of every manager in the place. I could tell my days were numbered and could almost see in her striking blue eyes the desire to fire me, to make an example of me and show her superiority. I kept my head down and didn't let her catch me doing anything that could give her the chance though - personal e-mails stopped, personal calls ended, I never surfed the net at work again, I was never late - it was sheer hell I tell you but she never caught me out and knowing that annoyed her was at least one small victory for me. Then one day I left my mobile phone in my desk at work and things changed completely!
Normally I would have just left the phone in my desk pretty sure it would be there the next day but I had left in a hurry that afternoon and was sure I hadn't locked the drawer either and it was a pretty new phone and some of the people that did the cleaning were not the type to resist such an opportunity to line their pockets. I hadn't realised until I got home but what the hell I had nothing on that night that couldn't wait so I turned around and headed back to the office. By the time I got there it was past six o'clock and the place was mainly deserted. I got to the large open-plan office I worked in and tried the main door and found it was locked. Shit, they only did that once it was cleaned. Still I had previously purloined a key for myself and let myself in, hoping that my new phone wouldn't have been discovered. I looked at the rubbish bins and saw they were still full so maybe the cleaners hadn't been, come to think of it didn't they start about eight, I thought. Which sparked my curiosity somewhat, then as I reached my desk and saw with some relief my brand new phone exactly where I had left it I heard a thud from one of the adjoining smaller, enclosed, managers offices at the end of the main office. Maybe I should not have investigated but I had a good reason for being there, was puzzled why the doors had been locked and boy was I sure glad I did investigate!
The noise was coming form the Sales Director's office, I had never thought to much about Steve Mitchell (the Director) but like most of the top management in the firm he struck me as a bit of a pompous, stuck up prick so I kept as far away from him as I could. I still couldn't figure out what the main door was doing being locked when I came up to the door to his office, it was a half ajar and afforded me a perfect view of what was going on inside the office. Mitchell had his back to me and his trousers were around his ankles, and yes that was a pretty gruesome view of his hairy ass but it was the two thin legs that were straddling his crotch that really intrigued me. I was sure I knew those heels, they were designer and showy as hell and when I saw the mane of blonde hair and Sandi's ecstatic face for a second I was sure. The office bitch was getting a good, hard fucking on her back on the Directors table!