Emma was scurrying around at work looking to get things in order and put things straight before the weekend. She was personal assistant to Harry, the new director who had only been with them a few months. He was a sweet guy but she had found herself covering for him, working extra hours and pulling in favours to make sure the business was running smoothly. Whilst Harry had a lovely family pic of his wife and two children on his desk his interest was increasingly being drawn to the busty, curvy, well dressed lady with impeccable matters who was so quiet and self-effacing and saving his hide as he settled in.
Emma was born just over 50 years ago to abusive parents who had time for themselves but little for her. Bill’s interest in her was very welcome and they married, having one son before he left citing her attention to the son rather to him. Looking back now they did not love each other and he was convenient to her, enabling her to leave home and start a family. Bill was a drinker who could be charming one minute and challenging the next. Their sex life was like that rather. He was loving one minute and forceful the next. She grew to like it both ways.
Bill’s departure left Emma to concentrate on bringing up her child, Michael, who she was devoted to. They did not have much money, living in a small one bedroomed flat and from time to time Emma did some casual work to help pay for little treats for them both. Now 19 Michael had his own friends and was looking to make his own way.
Emma was shy and did not socialise easily. A friendly neighbour had introduced her to amateur dramatics and she joined the local group, organising front of house and being generally pleasant and helpful. Her ambition was a part in a play with the dressing up and acting. She felt that people tended to dismiss her qualities because she did not project herself that well and that given the chance, she could entertain.
Emma’s indulgence was the happy hour after work with the girls in the office. She looked forward to those occasions. She never drank much but she was a regular attender. They were known at the local bar and the girls teased her of how this guy seemed to keep looking at her. She was told his name was ‘Jeff’ and he seemed a decent sort from what she could tell. ‘Tittle tattle’ was how she viewed it. It was nice to be recognised though.
Today she was going with Beryl, the office manager who was single and middle aged. She had only been with the business for a couple of months but was developing a friendship with Emma. Beryl was up front around the office as she needed to be given the nature of her job. She was a well-built lady.
Also going along was the curvy Denise from accounts who was married with a husband and two children. She was a friendly sort, social but dedicated to her work and her family.
Making up the quartet was Beryl’s filing clerk Katy who was young and having just joined. She lived at home with her parents and younger brother. She was just beginning to make her way in the world and thought she would tag along for a bit.
Emma smoothed her suit down as she looked in the mirror in the ladies washroom. Yes her face was becoming lined and her hair grey, perhaps she will have a word with her hairdresser and have a rinse. Her bust though stood large, proud and firm. Perhaps she should look to use it more rather than hide it under loose fitting dull garments. Her stomach and bum… well oh dear.. perhaps a diet. Anyway as for tonight she was sure Beryl would lead the way and maybe that guy would be there, yes Jeff. It would do no harm to smile at him and have a word, after a stiff drink for courage. He did not seem a bad sort, he always looked clean and tidy.
As expected they followed Beryl who chose the table and organised the drinks before the gossip started. Denise always had something to say. Katy was chatty but not always discreet. Beryl was cutting and looking to be authoritative. Emma spoke about her son with pride but little about herself. She is though very much interested in the work gossip and looks to contribute when she could.
Emma was born just over 50 years ago to abusive parents who had time for themselves but little for her. Bill’s interest in her was very welcome and they married, having one son before he left citing her attention to the son rather to him. Looking back now they did not love each other and he was convenient to her, enabling her to leave home and start a family. Bill was a drinker who could be charming one minute and challenging the next. Their sex life was like that rather. He was loving one minute and forceful the next. She grew to like it both ways.
Bill’s departure left Emma to concentrate on bringing up her child, Michael, who she was devoted to. They did not have much money, living in a small one bedroomed flat and from time to time Emma did some casual work to help pay for little treats for them both. Now 19 Michael had his own friends and was looking to make his own way.
Emma was shy and did not socialise easily. A friendly neighbour had introduced her to amateur dramatics and she joined the local group, organising front of house and being generally pleasant and helpful. Her ambition was a part in a play with the dressing up and acting. She felt that people tended to dismiss her qualities because she did not project herself that well and that given the chance, she could entertain.
Emma’s indulgence was the happy hour after work with the girls in the office. She looked forward to those occasions. She never drank much but she was a regular attender. They were known at the local bar and the girls teased her of how this guy seemed to keep looking at her. She was told his name was ‘Jeff’ and he seemed a decent sort from what she could tell. ‘Tittle tattle’ was how she viewed it. It was nice to be recognised though.
Today she was going with Beryl, the office manager who was single and middle aged. She had only been with the business for a couple of months but was developing a friendship with Emma. Beryl was up front around the office as she needed to be given the nature of her job. She was a well-built lady.
Also going along was the curvy Denise from accounts who was married with a husband and two children. She was a friendly sort, social but dedicated to her work and her family.
Making up the quartet was Beryl’s filing clerk Katy who was young and having just joined. She lived at home with her parents and younger brother. She was just beginning to make her way in the world and thought she would tag along for a bit.
Emma smoothed her suit down as she looked in the mirror in the ladies washroom. Yes her face was becoming lined and her hair grey, perhaps she will have a word with her hairdresser and have a rinse. Her bust though stood large, proud and firm. Perhaps she should look to use it more rather than hide it under loose fitting dull garments. Her stomach and bum… well oh dear.. perhaps a diet. Anyway as for tonight she was sure Beryl would lead the way and maybe that guy would be there, yes Jeff. It would do no harm to smile at him and have a word, after a stiff drink for courage. He did not seem a bad sort, he always looked clean and tidy.
As expected they followed Beryl who chose the table and organised the drinks before the gossip started. Denise always had something to say. Katy was chatty but not always discreet. Beryl was cutting and looking to be authoritative. Emma spoke about her son with pride but little about herself. She is though very much interested in the work gossip and looks to contribute when she could.