stevenbasic: “How’d the first day with the new office manager go?” my wife asked,
stevenbasic: “How’d the first day with the new office manager go?” my wife asked, looking across the plates of casserole she had prepared for us for dinner that night, “Melissa, right?” The food stuck in my throat as I nearly choked, hearing that name as the memory of that moment, earlier this evening in my office, came back to me. “Oh, she did fine…” I managed, hoping my face wasn’t flushing already as I swallowed, “She’s very friendly…”That much is true. As apprehensive as I was to get Melissa started, anticipating a chilly reaction from my staff, the day started out better than I expected. She is friendly, and despite her inexperience she actually seemed to endear herself to at least a few of my employees - mostly the younger ones, the medical assistants, a couple girls who handle the phones. The old guard, though, on the other hand - like my billing manager, my accounts receivable lady, my insurance coordinator - they’re going to take some time. Though Melissa seemed oblivious to them the looks and attitudes she got at times were downright frigid. But, in general, it didn’t seem as bad as it could have been, all things considered.Her first couple hours were mostly hiring paperwork in the breakroom - tax forms, reading through our office manual, that kinda stuff. She smiled brightly through the little tour I gave her afterwards, more introductions, and then - to start learn the ropes - I had her spend some time in the accounting office.Now, let’s be clear: this woman is a physical marvel. Just greeting her - we were both at the office early, before patients or most of the rest of the staff began showing up - I was struck again by how tall she was. When we said our hellos I was actually looking right into her eager, sparkling eyes. I’m not necessarily a short guy but she must have been nearly six feet in her heels. She absolutely towered over just about every other woman in the office as she shook their hands, smiling and nodding. Thankfully, though, she was dressed a bit more conservatively today than at her interview, where her impressive cleavage was on display and a thing to behold. Everything was still tight, showing off an hourglass figure that would stop a truck, but at least her silk blouse was buttoned high and was covered by a nicely tailored black jacket. Thick, dark hair in a professional bun finished the picture; despite her youth she was obviously intent on at least an attempt at authority, keen to rise to the challenge of her new position as the Manager of people many years her senior. How these other women were going to take to this girl, the one with the big, gym-toned bottom and stupendous bust, was still to be seen. How they were going to now judge me, who had obviously hired her for her physical assets rather than her experience, was another matter. Already I had felt the indignation brewing under the surface at the office, and I knew I needed to be extra-cautious, extra-careful, and extra-professional when it came to Melissa. But Jesus Christ it’s hard not to stare. Just standing there, watching her listen to Doris, Marjorie and Hilda begin to explain the duties in the accounting department as they sat in their impromptu circle, I was struck by just how gorgeous Melissa is. Perfect skin, perfect features, perfect posture and perfectly curvaceous figure. Even in her most conservative outfit her body was impossible to ignore, and most of my girls were rather plain, blue-collar, hard-working women. Sitting there with them, Melissa just seemed like another type of being altogether, genetically gifted, buxom and beautiful…I could see how the office might resent that. So, nonetheless, the afternoon went okay - I was seeing patients, she was observing, following the other girls through their daily tasks. I had her set up at Jeannette’s old desk, in the semi-private area we used as a manager’s office. After patients were done late in the afternoon, I called her into my office to start going over payroll, which would be one of her responsibilities. She closed the door behind herself.“How’d things go this afternoon?” I asked, apologizing I wasn’t able to spend more time with her over the past few hours. I quickly noticed that she had, at some point this afternoon, removed her suit jacket, and now the size of her chest made itself once more undeniably apparent. “Oh, really good,” she answered eagerly, as - getting comfortable - she non-chalantly released her bun, “everyone is so nice!”I commended her on a few things and, watching her thick hair fall around her shoulders, asked her to come on in. Nervous already, like a schoolboy around a pretty girl, I pulled up our payroll software on my desktop and - though I had started to turn the screen so she could see it from the opposite side of the desk - she came around to my side to stand beside me. My heart rate jumped immediately as she leaned down right next to my desk chair, her perfume washing over me.“So…everyone clocks in on this screen…” I began, acutely aware of the mass of her big left breast inches away from my right cheek. I couldn’t help but steal a quick, sidelong glance, furtively confirming its size. Oh my god, I flushed, was it as big as my head?? And oh my god, she smelled so good. Though my pulse was racing I somehow I kept my cool, I kept it together as I explained the ins- and outs- of our online time clock, and how she was to import that data into our payroll software every week. Payroll would be her responsibility, along with a good number of other tasks - this was one of the many things I’d have to show her. Thankfully she’d had some training in school, classwork for her associate’s and all that, because this wasn’t something with which I was all that familiar with anymore. Jeannette had for years taken care of payroll, I told her.“It’s okay,” she chirped encouragingly, looking down at me with those bright, glimmering eyes and that white smile, “We can learn this together!”At that, she leaned in a little closer, casually bringing her huge, soft breast to rest on my right shoulder. My lord, I thought, as I shuddered deep inside myself, I can’t take this. She not only looked and smelled and sounded like my every sordid dream come true, she felt like a dream as well. Warm and soft and so heavy. I pushed on, though, through medicare deductions and direct deposit and all this stuff I really didn’t fully understand at times myself but, yes…I was able to manage despite the boob on my back and we figured it out together. How long we were there, I’m not sure. Twenty minutes? Thankfully at one point she changed position again, resting her hands on my desk in front of her for support. This, though, only once again came to accentuate the sheer mass of her breast as her elbow and upper arm squashed it into her lean torso. “There you go, you’re picking this up,” I praised, after she repeated back to me a few of the processes, and I sat back in my chair a bit - quickly grabbing a glance at her impressive, squat-sculpted rear in her pencil skirt. “Good job, work, Melissa.”“Thank youuu!!” she immediately sang, standing up from the desk and turning towards me. Quickly wrenching my eyes off her ass I swiveled in my chair to face her and found myself looking up at her, she down at me. She smiled.“You know, Dr. J, I really think I need to thank you again for this opportunity,” she said, her smile growing even more ebullient and warm as she stepped in closer. “It means so much to me, really,” she continued, now placing one hand on the back of my chair, over my left shoulder, “for you to have the confidence in me, for you to be this patient with me.”“Oh, uh, n-no,” I stammered, unable to deny the fact that I was now basically staring at her tits, her chest presented right in front of my face as I sat, “it’s, uh…all good.”“I really, really love this job,” she continued, her face alight with an open, excited ambition, “and I know, the girls told me today, that there were other people, more experienced people, for the position.” “Well, y-yes, more ex…experienced, I gu-” “So I know I really need to prove myself,” she pressed, not backing up one inch but rather in fact seeming to fill the space between us even more, with her strong perfume and with that chest, “but I’m a really, really hard worker, and I have a lot of drive. I want to prove myself to you. I want to get better and better and better…” Does she know it’s taking every ounce of my strength not to glance down at her tits? “Trust me, Dr. J,” she concluded, “I’m going to grow into this job.” sorry all for the delay and the wordy post; hard drive issues. Might be slow for a bit but fingers crossed we’ll keep going -- source link