Overtime

08 February 2008

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"Damn that woman, she drives me mad!" Janice seethed.

 
"What’s up?" Lucy asked. "Well, I’ll give you three guesses who wants me to clean up another of her messes."

 
"Caroline dumped something on you again?" "Got it in one! It’s how she asks though, just ‘cos she obviously isn’t getting any, she thinks she can talk to people who work for her like crap and boss them around."
 
Lucy just didn’t get that. Classing herself as a fairly trendy 19 year old, she'd always sort of looked up to Caroline because she looks alright. In fact, Lucy had always secretly hoped she would still look that good when she got to her mid 40s. And although the whole office just seemed to hate her, Lucy always had a bit of a soft spot for her.

 
Lucy thought she picked up on this. As a senior at the company, she must get paid loads, because she’s always impulse buying. A few times she’d bought shoes and tops and decided she didn’t like them that much when she’d got them home and passed them onto Lucy, which was ace! Luckily, they happened to be the same shoe and dress size, being in such good shape for her age.

 
Later, Lucy finished the report she'd been writing and sighed as she looked at the clock. It was still only half five and tonight was her late night. They all took turns each month staying ‘til 8 o’clock. Lucy picked up her handbag and went to check herself at the ladies’.

 
She admired her reflection. she'd always been image conscious but lately Lucy was making quite a bit of effort to look hot since she'd split up with Bryan, her boyfriend of two years.

She smoothed her short cream coloured skirt down over her thighs. Lucy was well aware that her long legs were her best feature, and so Lucy made sure she played on this! Lucy loved wearing heels to accentuate her calf muscles - today a pair of leopard print stilettos. Up top Lucy was wearing a red fitted blouse with a brown Wonderbra underneath to make the most of her 34C breasts. With nicely straightened, dark brown hair which fell nicely just to her shoulders. Keeping up this ‘tasty but classy’ image over the last few weeks had grabbed a fair bit of attention from some of the guys, which was good too.

Lucy decided that she'd better get back to work before long, but that she'd tend to her mascara first. At this point the door opened behind me. Lucy shit herself (thinking everyone else had gone home by then) and dropped the tube into the sink. But before Lucy could get too annoyed she noticed that it was Caroline.

"Ah Lucy, just the person. Thought I might find you in here. For the next few days I've got something I want you to look at. Is it ok if I come and show you what you need to do at your workstation in, say five minutes? "

"Uh, yeah sure." She left. "Oh great. I’ll not be going anytime soon then?" Lucy sighed to herself.

Forty-five minutes later, Lucy was still listening to her drone on about profit and loss accounts and what Lucy had to do. She should have been listening, but Lucy caught herself accounting for boredom the best way she knew - thinking about fashion!

In the middle of considering shoe shopping with Alice and Paula this Saturday, Lucy admired Caroline’s shoes. A nice pair of strappy silver heels, open toe. "She always wears nice shoes," Lucy thought. "And they always go with that sharp business look. Particularly with those dark tights .. oops, no, they’re hold ups!" Lucy noticed. "Racy little bitch!"

Caroline wandered over to the copier, leaving Lucy to make a start on the work. As she walked, Lucy admired her skirt and also her legs. Nice and long, like Lucy thought. I’m right about her, she is the original MILF!

Lucy stopped her off track thoughts right there. "Stick to the fashion!" she thought, having surprised herself. By this point she was back standing behind me.

"That’s right, but those figures need to go in the other column though, remember," she said. "Oh yeah, sorry."

"Don’t worry, you’re new to this remember. Relax," she reassured me. Oddly though, she placed both hands on her shoulders and pressed her thumbs into her back.