The Current Climate

[Pandorica]

Closed to a_libertine

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Name: Sasha Williams
Age: 24
Stats: 5'2" and slender with B cup breasts, fair skin, blue-grey eyes and raven dark hair.

Sasha resisted the urge to drum her fingers on her desk and eyed her phone for the thousandth time that day. She had finished everything Mr Lassiter had asked her to do over half an hour ago but she didn't dare tell him so. Sasha pecked absently at her keyboard, attempting to look busy.

Mr Lassiter's construction firm had been steadily losing business since the recession hit. Banks wouldn't lend money, the housing market was in freefall, government contracts evaporated and even the business sector was showing precious little growth. He kept telling her it was a temporary setback and that things would right themselves in time but Sasha was getting worried. After a year of frantically running around trying to drum up business, her boss now spent increasing amounts of time holed up in his office. She had no idea what he was doing in there. He spoke to her less and snapped at her more. She was isolated in the little atrium outside his office, all the other admin staff and draughtsmen etc were in big open-plan offices on the other side of sound-proof fire doors. There had been no redundancies as yet but nobody who left had been replaced.

Sasha had gone to work for Lassiter's straight from school and had worked her way up from basic administration to becoming his personal assistant. At the time her good looks had attracted speculation about why he had chosen her but she proved so efficient that soon everybody shut their mouths. Mr Lassiter himself had never shown any desire for her and although he disliked being disturbed by her at work, he seemed happy enough with his wife. Now after six years she knew him perhaps better than many of his close friends but the boundaries imposed by their working relationship meant that she kept most of her intuitive knowledge of him to herself.

Sasha had a boyfriend who was a lawyer but his company was working him into the ground and she rarely saw him. The spark was fizzling for her and he lacked the will to renew it. All in all her life just felt flat these days. Even her best friend and flatmate Keisha was coming home stressed from her from her job as a nightclub hostess. The two girls barely saw one another as Keisha was practically nocturnal but they always hung out at weekend when Sasha got free entry into the club. Keisha got home at around 4am and then woke up at 2pm to be at work by 9pm.

BRRRING BBRRING

It was external. A familiar and bittersweet flash of hope went through her, as it was no doubt going through her boss on the other side of his ordinary wooden office door. She willed herself not to grab it on the first ring. After three rings she snatched up the receiver and attempted to sound like someone with other things to do.

"Mr Lassiter's office, you're speaking to Sasha, how may I help you?"

It was his wife. Sasha was dutifully polite for a few moments, exchanging insincere pleasantries. Mrs Lassiter was a condescending snob but it didn't do to let her know that.

"... I'll put you through."

Sasha felt sorry for her boss as she did so.

She waited ten minutes and then fetched him a coffee. She knocked and entered Mr Lassiter's office with it so he would have an excuse to end his call. Sasha set the fresh cup on his desk and collected the empty one already sat there.

"Anything else I can do?" She asked quietly, not wanting to make it too obvious that she was now at a loose end.

 

[a_libertine]

Bob was face palmed when Sasha came into the office with a cup of coffee. Hanging up, he muttered, "Bitch" mostly to himself.

He was brought out of his reverie when Sasha asked, "Anything else I can do?"

He glanced at her and for the first time noticed how good looking Sasha was. Slim and petite, her face was some odd mix of angelic and come hither vixen. He wasn't sure why he noticed suddenly, maybe it had to do with his ongoing feud with his spouse. Times like this he really wished he could afford to divorce her, but that took more money than he had, and more than he was likely to get unless the one bid the had out came in.

Even then it wasn't a large job, just big enough to keep them afloat through the end of the year. Maybe longer with lay offs.

"Actually, yes" he heard himself reply. Dropping some money on the desk between them, "Go grab us some Chinese and we will go to the job site for the city, and make sure our numbers are right."

 

[Pandorica]

She was slightly taken aback but tried not to show it. Mr Lassiter had never shared a meal with her before. He probably knew better than most what kind of gossip he would instigate amongst his staff if he paid his hot secretary more than the minimum of attention. It was quite clear that he didn't want to go home though, so perhaps that was his primary motivation here.

"Certainly Sir." She replied neutrally, picking up the bills.

She knew she looked good as she headed down Main Street towards the Chinese he favoured but the whistles and catcalls of some construction workers she passed confirmed it. Sasha resisted the urge to glare at them, it wasn't their fault they were in work when many of Mr Lassiter's guys were twiddling their thumbs. Her black skirt suit was well cut and the crisp white shirt she wore unwittingly gave her the look of an over-ripe schoolgirl. Sasha had a petite figure but it curved in the right places and she was blessed with a pretty face. Not even the thick glasses she had to wear could detract from her beauty, if anything all they did was make her look wide-eyed.

At Hon's TopWok she ordered all the stuff she knew her boss ate and tacked on a box of king prawn fried rice for herself. She picked up a bottle of PepsiMax and then headed back to the office with their food. She got a couple of looks as she swept through the reception area but Sasha was used to the jealousy of other women. She was young, beautiful, good at her job and had the boss's ear so not every girl there was going to warm to her. Only Katy, one of the newer admin girls, gave her a genuine smile and asked how she was.

"Oh fine thanks. Do me a favour will you and tell vinegar-tits that Mr Lassiter's going to be out for the remainder of the day. He wants to look at the site and go over the numbers again."

She carefully neglected to add that it sounded like she was going with him. 'Vinegar-tits was Christie, the receptionist who had gone for the PA post that Sasha had won. The woman barely spoke to her now and Sasha avoided her, tired of her petty feud.

She dumped her small carton of food on her desk with some chopsticks and then went to the office's little kitchenette to dish Mr Lassiter's food onto a plate. She brought it to him with a knife and fork, along with the Pepsi, his receipt and change. Having her hands full meant she had to dorp the door catch with her elbow and then pull it carefully backwards. Her small meal was visible through the wide open door as she set his food down.

"There you go Mr Lassiter, and thank you." She told him, before turning away to return to her desk.

 

[a_libertine]

Sasha walked out of the office, Bob's eyes never leaving her until the door closed. He wondered a moment when Sasha had turned so damn good looking, or if she had been all along. Shrugging he decided it did not matter anyway.

He turned to computer and went over the math for what seemed to be the millionth time. Layoffs were going to be an inevitability. It broke his heart, he knew most of the people that worked for him very well. Some had been with him for more than 10 years. "Fucking bankers" he grunted beneath his breath.

Turning back to his desk Bob continued working until Sasha appeared dropping off the dinner and Pepsi Max. Glancing up as she was leaving he saw her dinner on her desk and said, "Bring your dinner in here Sasha. You can eat home alone, no need doing so at work."

 

[Pandorica]

Sasha smiled and flushed slightly, fetching her meal and sitting down across the desk from him. She was fairly adept with chopsticks but it was still embarrassing to sit there under Mr Lassiter's scrutiny as she ate her noodles. There was no conversation at first because they were both hungry but after a while Sasha had finished her smaller meal, sucking her last noodle into her mouth with relish. She dabbed at her lips with a napkin before licking them.

"So how do the numbers look?"

She knew how important this was to him. Everything needed to be budgeted so carefully. This wasn't Sasha's area of expertise by any means but any opportunity to do something different and expand her skillset was welcome.

 

[a_libertine]

Bob did his best to maintain an even face as Sasha blushed, and thought to himself that she was absolutely stunning when she did that. While eating he kept trying to come up with something to talk about but everything he thought of sounded corny or pubescent. Unsure of which was worse at the moment he kept quiet for the most part.

He looked up somewhat surprised when she asked about the numbers, Bob glanced at her and said, "Swing your chair around, and we'll go over them."

He cleared his food from the desk and pulled the folder back out while waiting for her.

 

[Pandorica]

She steered her chair into the space Mr Lassiter had cleared for her and sat down. They were almost hip to hip in the cramped office space, her thigh resting gently against his own. Sasha leaned towards him to look over the folder under his nose, unwittingly giving her boss a bird's eye view down the front of her shirt. She lifted her eyes to meet his, waiting for him to tell her what all the figures meant.

She had never been so close to her boss before and it felt very awkward. His sandy hair curled at the temples, defying his barber's attempts to tame it. His skin was healthily tanned, the rich hue of a man who spends a lot of time out in the open air on construction sites. He was muscular too, skilled in building trades and accustomed to hard work. His chocolate brown eyes met hers and they seemed warm to Sasha after the cold grey of her boyfriend's. He had tiny lines beneath his eyes when he smiled and a furrow in his brow that had only appeared in the last year or so.

Before she knew what she was doing, Sasha's mind was wandering to fill in the blanks left by his clothes. She flushed deeper at his scrutiny, as though he could see what she was thinking. Suddenly flustered, Sasha dropped her gaze to the folder on the desk between them.

 

[a_libertine]

Her scent was maddening. Fresh, clean with a hint of fruit and spice, he was not sure what the perfume was, but it was absolutely perfect for her. His mind would not focus on the task at hand, the numbers. Rather it was ravishing the young brunette next to him.

The occasional peek of her lace covered breast did not help at all. He suddenly wondered what it would feel like to kiss it; to lick the nipple until it hardened in his mouth.

Riveting, maddening, appealing, in ways he could not understand or even try to explain, Bob was suddenly enraptured with his assistant. Seeing her flush in embarrassment cooled his jets a little, causing him to wonder if he had been way too obvious.

Then the heat of her thigh pressing against his soaked through to his brain. It had been there all along he realized suddenly. There was room and opportunity for Sasha to move, yet she had not. His body reacted almost immediately, his penis hardening instantly, pressing against the seam of his trouser leg. Bob hoped that Sasha either could not see it, or didn't notice.

Fueling his vigor even more, visions of kissing her filled Bob's mind as he moved the report directly between them and began talking his way through it, discussing each of the major points as he went. Sasha asked pointed questions about impact and bottom line, which he answered fully and honestly.

Even more honestly than he had shared with his wife in the last year or two.