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Thursday morning, nine o’clock, and Bill Keeler is looking over his agenda for the day. Nothing of note, except . . . 1:30 pm Chloe Jackson. Sixty-day probation performance review.
He smiled. She did her job well, though that wasn’t too hard to do. Definitely offer her the permanent position. He thought back to that day two months ago when he hired her. There were a dozen applicants for the position, all capable of doing it; after all, it was only running the copy machine. A dozen applicants, but Miss Jackson stood out. Not for her abilities, but for her looks. A statuesque blonde, well-dressed, well-built, pretty - very pretty, a bit of a princess, but genial. His department could use some eye candy, he decided, and so Chloe Jackson was hired. And now she’d be around for some time, a visual (and aromatic - her perfume was enrapturing ) treat for himself and the two other men who worked under him in the document preparation department of Featherstonhaugh, Armbruster, and Cavanaugh, Attorneys at Law.
He would have loved to get into her pants, and might have had she not been a newlywed. He did try flirting with her, a few suggestive jokes, and occasional accidental bump, but it was clear she was, like most new brides, committed to her husband. Otherwise, he felt, he might have had a chance. He was good-looking, tall, too, with a full head of hair, and very fit well-muscled from his three-times-a-week gym workouts, and he did have conquests, still playing the field, as he said, at thirty-five.
He liked to brag about his sexual successes, with the guys at the gym, at the bar on the weekends, and, most of all, in his online chat group. A half a dozen guys who met online every Tuesday night to talk about their latest lays. Two of the guys were married, and they’d brag about all the different things they did with their wives. Whenever they could, the single guys would take pics of the girls they laid and share them with the group, They tried to get the married men to share too, but with no luck. At any rate, Bill - “Wolf-1” to his chat group - would have been delighted to brag about Chloe and show a pic; she’d have been the hottest of his conquests.
He got to his tasks for the day, and at lunch he could help but think - maybe fantasize would be a better term - about the coming meeting with Chloe.
He smiled. She did her job well, though that wasn’t too hard to do. Definitely offer her the permanent position. He thought back to that day two months ago when he hired her. There were a dozen applicants for the position, all capable of doing it; after all, it was only running the copy machine. A dozen applicants, but Miss Jackson stood out. Not for her abilities, but for her looks. A statuesque blonde, well-dressed, well-built, pretty - very pretty, a bit of a princess, but genial. His department could use some eye candy, he decided, and so Chloe Jackson was hired. And now she’d be around for some time, a visual (and aromatic - her perfume was enrapturing ) treat for himself and the two other men who worked under him in the document preparation department of Featherstonhaugh, Armbruster, and Cavanaugh, Attorneys at Law.
He would have loved to get into her pants, and might have had she not been a newlywed. He did try flirting with her, a few suggestive jokes, and occasional accidental bump, but it was clear she was, like most new brides, committed to her husband. Otherwise, he felt, he might have had a chance. He was good-looking, tall, too, with a full head of hair, and very fit well-muscled from his three-times-a-week gym workouts, and he did have conquests, still playing the field, as he said, at thirty-five.
He liked to brag about his sexual successes, with the guys at the gym, at the bar on the weekends, and, most of all, in his online chat group. A half a dozen guys who met online every Tuesday night to talk about their latest lays. Two of the guys were married, and they’d brag about all the different things they did with their wives. Whenever they could, the single guys would take pics of the girls they laid and share them with the group, They tried to get the married men to share too, but with no luck. At any rate, Bill - “Wolf-1” to his chat group - would have been delighted to brag about Chloe and show a pic; she’d have been the hottest of his conquests.
He got to his tasks for the day, and at lunch he could help but think - maybe fantasize would be a better term - about the coming meeting with Chloe.
