The doctor sat, alone in his office, well past closing time. He was looking over her instagram, the
The doctor sat, alone in his office, well past closing time. He was looking over her instagram, the instagram account of the woman who he’d apparently just hired, sight unseen. Hours earlier his new office manager had been standing behind him at this very desk and in this moment he recalled, remembered, nearly felt it again - the soft warm press of those big breasts behind him. Breasts that seemed to press closer and closer with every positive comment he had about the resume, about the candidate for the scheduling position he had offered, about her friend from her last job.“I guess I don’t need to m-meet her…” he remembers managing, bringing her chest to rest even more intimately around his head, swearing he could almost hear a giggle jiggle through her, “…if y-you want to do a phone interv-”“I’ll talk to her tonight,” she had said, “I’m sure she’ll take it.”Did he actually groan? - he wondered, thinking back - when her arm had slid further down his chest. He…he thinks he did, as he unzips. His wife is probably waiting at home for him, with dinner.“That’s, uh…that’s good…” he had found himself accepting, apparently having just agreed to offer this young woman, Randi Mongillo, the job, “but I, uh, well…should probably check her references…”“Silly I’m her reference!” he remembers the office manager giggling, and then squeezing him, her arms pressing her breasts together. Did she even know what she was doing? Being this close? The office manager, for her part, was just so excited that she’d found this job, a boss who trusted her like this, felt comfortable with her. “You know she’ll be perfect for this,” she had assured him, “but here…let’s look at her instagram…” The doctor knew he should really leave, get home soon, as he reached for the Kleenex. “you’ll like her…she’s pretty.” original morph by @morphsbymig -- source link
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