How did I get roped into this…AGAIN?? I think to myself, as I sit in the darkening parking lo

How did I get roped into this…AGAIN?? I think to myself, as I sit in the darkening parking lot before starting on my drive home, clicking into instagram and pulling up Randi’s newest post. She’d told me to check it out. Jesus….“Have you looked at your, like, social media recently?” she’d asked me, after coming into my office and closing the door behind her. I had wondered why Randi, my newest and perhaps second-most-ill-advised hire EVER, had asked to see me. I had a busy afternoon with patients and my time tracking down and then gawking at Melissa in the waiting room with Mr.. Kowalczyk had set me even further behind. But, I had to make time for new employees, I know…“Our, uh, social media?” I asked, brow knitted as I pushed aside the prescription refill request I’d been confused about, “You mean our, uh… Facebook page?” “Yah, Your Facebook, Instagram, Twitter… not to mention your listing on Google! ” Randi answered, having decided to sit confidently on a low table alongside me rather than on the chair facing me across the desk. I think it’s because she wants to show off her legs… “They’re all so…boring. And social media is so, like…important, these days.”The change in her tone was palpable. She had gone from talking to her boss, respectful and dutiful, to sounding like she was talking to either her grandparents or a child. “We have a Twitter?” I asked“Well, sorta,” she answered, with barely-concealed derision,  “Not that anyone’s, like, tweeted anything for months from it. Who runs that thing?”“Um…I have Marisela handling all our social st-”“Well she stinks at it,” she cut me off, “Facebook hasn’t been updated in forever, and your Insta is like, a joke.”Her young, perfectly sun-kissed skin glowed in the light of my office, setting off the brilliant white of her teeth when she smiled. Her well-muscled legs were also tan and flawless and so smooth, and her outfit showed them off perfectly, fantastically, her tight skirt ending just below the middle of her thighs.“Ok, so…” With anyone else, this is where I would start to get angry at her tone. But with those legs I…just couldn’t find it in myself. “…what do I do?”“How about you let me do it?” she replied, a ready answer.“Y-you?”“Yes, me, you geek,” She said, giggling, twisting her hair girlishly… I couldn’t help but notice that she’d dressed to catch eyes today, for sure, with her dark jacket, loose blouse underneath and tight skirt all professional but undeniably sexy. Randi is feminine, girlish even…but strong-willed. I have to admit, it’s a bit disarming the way she carries herself.“Well, I uh…”“I could be your Social Media…Administrator? Co-Ordinator…?” she proposed, “…DIRECTOR??”“Ha, I don’t-”“Yes I like that! ‘Social Media Director’ or….’Director of Social Media’…” She lauded, biting her lower lip, considering the excitement, “That’s perfect!”“Hey well I, uh-”“Don’t worry I’m soooo  great at it all,” She crowed, eyes wide, watching as I stammered speechless in front of her, “Have you seen my new Insta post? I’m already tagging the practice and getting you some likes…” Oh jesus I can only imagine. “Can I start right away??”“Well, let me talk to Mari-”“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll talk to her,” Randi offered, “She’s the tallish dark mean one, right?”“Yes, but-”“Oh don’t worry I’ll be nice,” She smiled, reading my discomfit and turning on a smile. Sitting on the table above me she uncrossed and then re-crossed her legs, drawing my eye to the swell of her calf, her narrow ankle.“So…how much more do I get?”“???”“For my promotion?” She stated plainly, “What’s my raise?”“I, uh-”“I was thinking an even thirty an hour, probably…”She must have seen the confusion in my face. I’d been bewildered, she realized, and I was vainly trying to put a halt on this steam train barrelling through my life. To appease my agitation she merely…smiled, bright and white. She smiled and she kicked one foot out, playfully, towards me, kittenishly twirling one high-heeled foot on the end of one very thin, elegant ankle. “You know, Dr. J, how happy I am to have this job,” she purred, coquettish and suddenly intimate. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched my eyes drop again to the leg she had offered out my way, young, coltish and strong. “And you know, Dr. J,” she finished, her voice dripping with unspoken promise, “I would do anything….absolutely anything…for you.”Thanks to my co-spirators in debauchery, you know who you are. And to jimmyjacks99 for the morph in the second pic -- source link

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