Cosmic Knight
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Jane
Right out of college it was the ony job I could get. My degree in English qualifies me for little except the spelling of myh own name, so relkegated to the typing pool as the junior member I was the coffee corporal and one ofmy main jobs was to keep the copy maching running.
On my hands and knees with tears in my eyes and two or three people standing in line to make copies, I ruined my pantyhose trying to clear the jams and replace paper and all the other crap, and i wondered where the course in college was that introduced me to this stuff.
I was a mousy little chick with an acid mouth when I got pissed off which was about 97% of the time, but luckily I did something right for a change right under the nose of the boss, and suddenly I wasnt the junior miss any more.
So I brightened up my composure and wore better clothes and now by God I was SOMEBODY and got noticed, but I never wore anything revealing except off work until one night I was out clubbing and ran into one of the junior partners, and we danced and kissed and ended up in his bed.
Then I was called into the office and offerred a job as private secretary to a Mr Price who had been with the company a while but recently promoted. I didnt know him but accepted the position, and went to the ladies room and combed my dark hair and checked my make-up and everything and stood my 5'6" 125lb frame outside his door and knocked.
The door opened and he looked me up and down and acted disappointed that I wasnt a tall blonde blue eyed bikini model from Australia, but sat me in a chair across from his desk and outlined what he expected of me.
I knew what it really was and i was willing, but he didnt say i was supposed to get naked and spread myself on his desk. He just told me to make his coffee and how he liked it.
From the first day I answered his phone and edited away the crap, and took dictation and typed his letters. One day he stood over me watching me type, but I wore a loose blouse and what he was really watching were my pretty pert boobs jiggling as i typed. When I finished I stood, handed him the completed letter, and he ordered me into his office and closed and locked his door.
Right out of college it was the ony job I could get. My degree in English qualifies me for little except the spelling of myh own name, so relkegated to the typing pool as the junior member I was the coffee corporal and one ofmy main jobs was to keep the copy maching running.
On my hands and knees with tears in my eyes and two or three people standing in line to make copies, I ruined my pantyhose trying to clear the jams and replace paper and all the other crap, and i wondered where the course in college was that introduced me to this stuff.
I was a mousy little chick with an acid mouth when I got pissed off which was about 97% of the time, but luckily I did something right for a change right under the nose of the boss, and suddenly I wasnt the junior miss any more.
So I brightened up my composure and wore better clothes and now by God I was SOMEBODY and got noticed, but I never wore anything revealing except off work until one night I was out clubbing and ran into one of the junior partners, and we danced and kissed and ended up in his bed.
Then I was called into the office and offerred a job as private secretary to a Mr Price who had been with the company a while but recently promoted. I didnt know him but accepted the position, and went to the ladies room and combed my dark hair and checked my make-up and everything and stood my 5'6" 125lb frame outside his door and knocked.
The door opened and he looked me up and down and acted disappointed that I wasnt a tall blonde blue eyed bikini model from Australia, but sat me in a chair across from his desk and outlined what he expected of me.
I knew what it really was and i was willing, but he didnt say i was supposed to get naked and spread myself on his desk. He just told me to make his coffee and how he liked it.
From the first day I answered his phone and edited away the crap, and took dictation and typed his letters. One day he stood over me watching me type, but I wore a loose blouse and what he was really watching were my pretty pert boobs jiggling as i typed. When I finished I stood, handed him the completed letter, and he ordered me into his office and closed and locked his door.
