The New Employee

The First Day

The alarm rings, it is 5:30am.   I'm groggy.   I need coffee.  

I slowly open my eyes and glance at my phone clumsily sliding the alarm off with my finger.  "Why did I set my alarm this early again?" I ask myself.  

Not waiting for an answer my legs slide off the bed as my body follows.  I automatically walk towards the shower still with the lights off.  My hand reaches inside the shower and turns the water on.  "Damn that's cold '' I say outloud to the empty dark room as the water hits my hand.  I immediately get annoyed that the shock of the water removes the fog from my brain.  

I reach behind me and turn on the bathroom light as I look at myself in the mirror.  "Mr. Johnson, you accepted this job.  Today is your first day….get in the shower now." The identical twin in the mirror silently tells me. 

I take a deep sigh as my fingers reach down to my boxers and slide the elastic band across my waist as they hit the floor.  I open the shower door and walk inside naked not even checking the temperature of the water which is thankfully warm.  I grab the soap and wash my body, face, and hair.  I look down my chest across my stomach down past my cock to my feet.  

"I do not have to take this job.  I have enough money saved. Why am I starting a new job again? ``I ask myself already knowing the answer: "I need to keep my mind occupied."  I take another deep sigh.  "At least i get my own team and secretary." 

I turn the water off and reach for the towel hanging on the wall.  I walk back into the bedroom and glance across the room regretting not getting coffee before taking a shower.  

With the light on it's easy to see the room is a mess. The bed sheets are pulled off the bed and lying on the floor.  Rope is tied to the headboards and frayed on the ends.  And there are 2 bottles of wine with broken  wine glasses laying on the dresser. "Fuck we made a mess last night." I think to myself. "In my own defense '' I retort back "it was not all my fault.  Veronica was the bad one and begged to be punished."  I reach for my phone and take a picture of the dirty room to send to veronica.  Before I hit send something red catches the corner of my eye.  Hanging on the door handle of my bedroom is a pair of red lace thong and matching bra.  I type a quick message and hit send. 

I set my phone down and start to get dressed when the phone buzzes: "thanks for another great night Mr. Johnson.  I seemed to have forgotten something at your house.  Can you keep them until I return?" It comes attached with a selfie of Veronica in the mirror showing her white blouse and black skirt.  Her red hair contrasts sharply against her pale skin and with a sheer blouse it is obvious she is not wearing her bra.  

I reply with a quip about her leaving my room a mess and getting punished then set my phone down and continue to get dressed.  I really hope that this job is not very stressful and it is easy money, but these things are never as easy as i would hope. I grab my tie and put it on after buttoning my dress shirt. After one last look in the mirror I take another sigh and walk out of the apartment towards the street.

The walk is quick which is one of the reasons I accepted the job offer.  After finding the building and going inside I am greeted by the typical HR representative and escorted to 4 hours of training and paperwork. After that I regret skipping my coffee this morning and want to get to my office for some peace and quiet.  

"Oh and before I show you to your new office Mr. Johnson" the HR annoyingly says "your boss Robert wants to take you out for lunch!"  

"That would be great! Thanks!" I lie. 

A few more introductions later and I am sitting in the cafeteria of the building talking with Robert about the "high level energy of DynoTech" and how excited he is to have me a part of the team.  

"And Mr. Johnson if you need anything please let me know.  Actually please let my assistant know, she does everything anyway." Robert says.  His voice is almost robotic. It's like he is reading from a script.

"Thanks Robert, I'm happy to be here. Where is my office? I would like to get started immediately." I reply as graciously as I can. 

"This way, let me show you." 

After we get up to the 5th floor he walks me around and introduces me to the area leads on my team who all seem self motivating, competent, and about as excited for the introduction as I am. 

I am finally led to my office, introduced to my assistant Janice who should have retired years ago and allowed to shut my door to unpack my boxes in peace and quiet. 

I look out the window behind me which overlooks the parking lot below that is partially blocked by a large oak tree.  "At least I have a good view" I think to myself.  

I sit down at my desk and turn on my computer.  When the login screen comes up I type in the username and password given to me earlier during my mountain of paperwork down at HR. "Invalid Username or Password'' it reads.  I tried again, "Invalid username or password".  I try a third time "You have been locked out".  

"Fuck!" I yell.  Frustrated i forgot my coffee this morning.  

Janice hobbles in knocking gently.  "Are you ok.Mr. Johnson?"  

"No." I reply and point at my screen. 

"Oh I'm sorry, i know just who to call.  Roberts assistant, she will be right over." She replies softly.  

She leaves while I roll around in my chair looking outside the window asking myself if the paycheck is worth this hassle. When I am awoken by a gentle knock.  

"Yes?" I reply.  

The door opens.  I am annoyed.  

"Did i say you can enter?" I sternly replied.  

In walks a young woman, in her early 20's, with light brown skin, and black hair that ends in a small curl just above her shoulder.  She was short at 5' 4" and weighing no more than 115 lbs.  She has a cute face and a hint of a smile with full lips.  She is wearing black pants, a green top whose sleeves stop just short of her elbows.  

"No sir, sorry, I just…" she stammers.  

"It's ok, no, I'm sorry.  It's just that I forgot to have my coffee this morning." I apologize. 

"Are you Mr. Johnson? Hi, I'm Sara, Robert's assistant.  Janice mentioned you had some trouble?" She confidently responds.  

"Yes. Yes. My login info did not work."  

"I was afraid of that.  Janice is a great assistant but not when it comes to computers.  i don't think she had you registered into the system correctly."

"Ah i see…'' I responded looking her up and down.  Her green top is tight enough to show that she has good sized boobs underneath but not tight enough to guess the size.  "A Cup?" I think "maybe…?" 

She looks over, seeing me stare at her and blushes slightly. I see her feet change positions as I smile confidently in her direction. 

"Do you think you can fix it?" I ask. 

"I think so Mr. Johnson," she says softly.  "I am Robert's assistant" she says with a smile and a wink.  Implying a joke i would only learn later. "I'll be right back". 

I sit back down and again stair out the window when 5 min later the light knock sounds again.  "Yes?" I reply.  

"It's Sara, may I enter Mr. Johnson?" I hear from the other side of the door.  

"Yes…..Come in" I answer, making a mental note that she is a quick study.  

The young woman enters carrying a sheet of paper in one hand and a cup of coffee in another.  

"First things first Mr Johnson." She says with a smile as she hands me the hot cup.  "I took a guess at your preference, I hope you agree. Black with a pinch of sugar and a drop of milk." 

I take a sip and look her up and down again with my eyes taking note of her pants hugging the cutest little bum. I look her in the eyes smiling "it's perfect.  Just the way I take it," I replied.  

I can see her blush at my compliment as her feet shift and the paper slips from her fingers gliding to the floor at my feet.  She instantly drops to her knees reaching down to grab it.  I simultaneously bend down too and our eyes meet.  

She looks down in embarrassment."I'm sorry Mr. Johnson." 

My eyes look down too, taking a quick glance down her blouse at her boobs.  "Definitely a large A cup" i mentally confirmed.  "With a lace bra too!" I smile at my accomplishment.  I quickly stand up looking down at her as she pauses to look up into my eyes when her fingers reach the paper. 

She quickly lowers her glance staring directly into my crotch. I can see her eyes widen for a second before she catches herself and straightens her composure.  

She grabs the paper, stands up quickly and marches over to the computer.  After quickly typing in the username and new password she sets the paper down and smiles. "I think that's it Mr. Johnson." 

Walking to the door she turns at the last second and asks timidly "Is there anything else I can help you with Mr. Johnson?" 

"No Sara that's all.  You did a marvellous job.  You truly are a wizard with your fingers.  I hope to work with you more often." I praise her in response.  

She smiles as she walks out the door.  Before she can close it all the way, she opens it back up as if she forgot something.  "Mr. Johnson.  Really…..if you need me to do anything else please let me know….Sir." 

I smile and wink at her as she closes the door.  The way she said that last word, "Sir", rings in the silent air.  The tone suggests she has used it before in other contexts.  

I shake it off as first day jitters and dive right into my work.  I spend the rest of the day reading through company procedures and policies.  Then reintroduce myself to the team putting in some face time and hoping to gain some trust.  I leave the day by asking my assistant Janice to schedule a team meeting for the next afternoon so I can get a feel on the status of their work. On the wall home I think back on the day and decide that I'm pleased with its success.  

When I get to my apartment I do my regular routine of going to the gym, cooking dinner, shower, and trade a few messages with this weekend's enjoyment, Veronica.  She is here on business and is in town until Sunday when her flight leaves.  I intend to make Saturday night special for her; i want her walking on the plane on sunday with cum still dripping down her leg.  Veronica is a slut and loves every use of the word.  The more I degrade her, the more she begs.  Unfortunately she is only her for business on irregular intervals and does not know when she is going to return. 

You would think by the excitement of the past week I have a new girl every week.  I only wish this was true.  Veronica was the first after a long dry-spell.  Not by lack of trying, but by choice.  I was tired of women that were shallow and I needed someone with  substance and intellect. I lay in bed thinking about the day and as I fell asleep the picture of Saras boobs down her green blouse pops into my head.  I shake that off and the image is replaced by her smile as she said the word "Sir".  

The Second Day

I wake up the second day just the same: groggy.

I open my eyes and as I stare into the darkness my first thought is: "I cannot forget my Coffee this morning."

I get in the shower to wash the haze from my brain and get dressed.  My clothes are essentially the same as yesterday except a different colored dress shirt.  As I close the apartment door behind me I take mental note of the time and map my footsteps to the nearest coffee shop which happens to be at the base of the building to my new office.  I stand in line behind the other clones of myself waiting for the liquid elixir of life when behind me I hear a familiar voice.  

"Good morning Mr. Johnson" says Sara as I look behind me.  

"Ah Good morning Sara. Do you like Coffee too?" I respond.  

"No I don't, I get this for Robert every morning.  It's part of my duties.  He is a nice boss but nicer with coffee." She says with a sweat smile.  

"I know the feeling. I seem to get frustrated quickly without coffee." I say as I reach the front of the line and place my order. 

"Is that all?"  the barista asks "uh, no, I will pay for whatever she is getting too." 

"Oh you don't have to Mr. Johnson" Sara replies shyly.  

"It's the least I can do after you getting me a cup yesterday.  You really are a doll for doing that.  Thank you!"  

After we get our orders we step into the crowded elevator that starts to rise.  We are only on the 5th floor but it is a tall building and there are many floors above ours.  When the elevator reaches the 3rd floor a group of people get on pushing us to the back.  Sara being no taller than 5 foot 4 inches gets shoved into me instinctually grabs my forearm for balance while the coffee falls to the floor.

She looks up into my eyes in surprise.  "Are you ok?" I ask

She smiles and looks down, giving my muscular forearm a squeeze to help herself back up.  "Thank you Mr. Johnson. Damn it….damn it...damn it." She silently stammers as the doors to the 5th floor open.  

"I'm sorry Mr. Johnson I have to run back downstairs for another coffee for Robert.  If he doesn't get his coffee I'm fucked…...and not in the good way!!" She adds the last part without thinking. 

"It's ok Sara. You were nice to me yesterday. How about I repay the favor.  Take my coffee, I haven't drank it yet." 

"Really? That would be so nice of you!  You really would save my ass Mr. Johnson." She says dropping her professionalism even further.  "How can I make it up to you Sir?" She continues blinking and looking me straight in the eyes.  

"Im sure i will need some more of your amazing talented fingers later today. It's only my second day and I need someone to make sure I don't screw up too badly." 

"Mr. Johnson, a man like you i dont think screws up." She says with a wink and walks off. 

I watch her walk off down the hall opposite me.  I can't help but watch her butt sway back and forth as her high heels click with each step. "I need to be careful around her" I take mental note and walk straight to my office.  

When I get there I see Janice, my secretary sitting at her desk pecking away at her computer one key at a time.  "Good morning Janice" 

"Good morning Mr. Johnson" she replies. 

"Did you schedule my meeting with the team for this afternoon?" 

"Yes i did, its set for 2pm" 

"Great!  Thanks" 

I'll spare you the boring nature of the job, but suffice it to say I spend half my time on the phone with clients and half my time in meetings with my team reviewing their progress and tracking their programs.  I spent this morning making introductory phone calls to the account representatives.  Tedious work but necessary.  

At lunch I go down stairs and grab a sandwich and take a walk around the park next to the office building. As i sit on the park bench i see Sara in the distance walking out of the building towards the park.  I track her with my eyes as her pace quickens and she approaches the large oak tree in the center of the park.  She speeds past it and heads towards the other end of the park out of site. I finish my lunch and head back up to my office for a few more phone calls before my staff meeting.  

The crowded elevator ride on the way up irritates me and reminds me why I should not skip my coffee for the second day in a row.  The first call after lunch is to a client that holds a rather small portion of our accounts and so my irritability is easier to justify.  

After hanging up I take a deep sigh when I hear a silent knock.  I sigh again thinking it's Janice "What?!?" 

The door quickly swings open and enters Sara holding a stack of papers in one hand and a cup of coffee in another.  Angry that she just barges, I lose my temper. "Sara!  You cannot just barge…"

Ring*Ring

I pause looking at the caller ID. It's Lisa, our most important client - she has the highest percentage of our sales.  I talked with her this morning so I have to take this call.  Sara starts to walk out wincing at the sharpness in my voice. 

"Stop...close the door...sit down...we are not done with this conversation young lady." 

"Hello Lisa! I'm so glad you called!" I answer the phone instantly changing the tone of my voice. 

Sara does as she's told and silently closes the door, puts the cup of coffee at the edge of the desk, and sits down in the chair facing me..  Her head is low and the hand with the papers is resting across her lap.

I continue talking to Lisa "yes of course, i would be happy to make trip over next week."  As I continue to talk I look at Sara and I realize something is different.  Gone is the sassy girl from this morning who openly flirted with me.  The girl sitting in my chair is dejected and emotionally spent.  The sexually defiant spark from her eyes is gone and it's been replaced with a look of desperation.  

I turn around in my chair to face the window, putting my back to Sara as I continue to talk to Lisa.  The bad part about Lisa is that she likes to talk and it's the type of conversation that afterwards you don't remember half of what was said or if it was even rellevent.  I look at the top of the large oak tree outside my window and notice a bird making a nest in the spring air.  After all the birds i have seen i can't  ever remember seeing the bird actually make the nest, it's only the end product you see.

"...Lisa you are 100% correct and i'm glad we both have the end product in mind…..uh huh….oh really? …..yes i would love to hear the story."  I was warned about her but I underestimated the time and energy this would take.  I turn back around and grab the coffee cup Sara brought while taking a sip.  It's still warm and the first sip of the day makes me smile.  I glance at the time and try to wrap up the conversation because my meeting starts in 10 min.  

"Lisa, i would be happy to bring this up again when we meet later next week….uh huh...oh right definitely…."  This conversation is not ending quickly.  I glance at Sara again and my anger for her is replaced by desperation for this phone call to end. The look of despair is fading and its focus has turned reading through the papers she brought with her.  

I look at the time again, 1:57pm, and mute the phone while still listening to some story Lisa is telling about her last conference taking too long.  "Can you duck out and tell Janice to let the team know we will still meet.  Tell them i'll be there at 2:15." She nods while getting up and by the quickness of her feet i can tell she is glad to be assigned a task.  A moment later the door opens again and she slips in quietly and returns to her seat. 

I have finally outlasted Lisa who says she needs to leave as she is late for her next meeting.  "Thanks Lisa, we will talk soon." 

"Damn is she always this bad?" I ask Sara after hanging up.  

"Yes" she replies softly with a single word. 

"I'm sorry, that took way too long, what did you need Sara?" She looks down and the look of dejection returns.  She silently points to the cup of coffee that I have half finished and the thoughts from this morning return.  

"Ah" I say , taking another sip "well thank you for the coffee.  I get in a bad mood sometimes and you barging in doesn't help." 

"Im sorry Sir.  I only wanted to bring you some coffee as a thank you for saving me this morning." She says with a tear forming in her left eye.  

"Sara are you ok? ``I ask, sensing that whatever is wrong has nothing to do with me or my lack of caffeination. 

She wipes her eye and attempts to stand up straight nodding.  I look her over while taking the last sip of coffee from the cup.  She is dressed very cute, blue high heel shoes, skirt that comes 1 inch above the knee, white blouse with small blue earrings.  Her hair is a little messier than this morning and you can tell her blouse is a little more wrinkled. Wherever she went over lunch did not improve her mood.  

I pause and take another approach "Sara I want to thank you for helping me out and showing me the ropes yesterday. It's obvious you are an amazing assistant and have a great eye for detail." 

She looks into me eyes as I compliment her and smiles for the first time since she walked in. "Im serious, I like Janice but you are one who truly brightens my day.  I hope that whatever happened over lunch doesn't ruin the rest of your day because i'm going to need your spark and determination to get through this staffing meeting!" She takes in a deep breath with every compliment I give her.  By the end her smile has returned.  Gone is the dejected little girl and back is the sexy confident young woman.  

She stands up from the chair, looks me in the eye and says "Thank you Mr. Johnson.  I really needed that. Now you are going to be late. It's almost 2:15pm. We don't need rumors about us to start this soon do we?"  She says with a wink. "I am Roberts assistant after all" 

"HA" I reply, "I get the impression you will do as your told Sara regardless of the instruction." I confidently say looking into her eyes as I walk around the desk toward the door.  

She opens the office door and starts to walk through then pauses turning back as I stand towering over her. "For you Sir i will obey every word" She whispers then walks off swaying her butt like she did this morning.  

I smile as I admire the view of her skirt hugging her ass tightly while her hands are crossed holding the papers in front of her.  The flash of her blue high heels insinuate her toned legs and make the view of her ass even better.  She stops at the end of the hall to turn back around and I can see her smile when she realizes I have been watching her walk down the hall.  She smirks at me, shakes her finger mockilidly scolding me, then points to the clock on the wall which reads 2:20.  

She turns slowly flipping her head back with her dark hair bouncing and moves her hands to behind her back covering her butt with the papers.  I laugh out loud and walk to the conference room already late.  

The rest of the day was mundane and consisted of meeting with the team and answering emails.  At 5:30 pm I get up from my desk and walk towards the elevator where I see Robert already waiting.  

"Mr. Johnson, how was your second day?" 

"Great! I talked to Lisa…" 

"Yea Sara told me you had the pleasure of hearing her stories. She is a pain but she is our largest client so deal with it."  He says.  Robert has a way of speaking quickly and barking orders as if he was still in the military.  "Hey I'm glad I caught you.  Janice tells me that she is ready to retire.  I'm sorry to have to replace your assistant on your second day but i think she is serious this time and I do not want to talk her out of it." 

"I'm happy for her," I say with a genuine smile. "Do you have in mind a replacement? Or do we have to hire one?" 

"You can choose someone if you wish or we can hire you one if you truly do not have a preference." Robert says with a dismissive attitude for the details.  "I mean hell take Sara if you wish she is frankly too inconsistent.  Smiling one moment and tears the next.  I need someone reliable. Emotionless. Willing to follow orders.  You know what I mean?" 

"Yes I do.  Well i do not want Sara to lose her job so how about i take her when Janice retires and you can hire someone to your liking." 

"It's a deal," Robert says with a smile.  "I'll let her know in the morning to start the transition.

Part 2