Kim
Tuesday, 19 August, 14:22
In the Office
Kim, Michelle, Karen, Hanna, Nick and Steve are all at their desks in the main office when the security door buzzer sounds. All heads turn to Kim and resounding laughter rings out at Kim’s natural reaction, which is to cringe and turn a slight shade of red.
Kim is a petite five-foot, two-inch blonde (and very attractive) twenty-two-year-old who knows that come 14:20 on a Tuesday and Friday the security door buzzer will go off, and Stan, the creepy old delivery guy, will shout, “Delivery and pick up,” over the intercom.
When she answers, it’s not what Stan says but how he looks at her that creeps Kim out. And it’s not just her that notices. The whole office treats it like a joke.
Kim reaches for the phone and presses ‘intercom’ on the control. “Marshall’s PLC,” Kim says, hoping that it will be some client or a different delivery guy.
“Deliveries and pick-ups,” came the lisped reply.
“Oh, okay,” Kim said and pressed the door release button.
After a moment, the double doors at the bottom of the office next to Kim’s desk open and close. With Kim not wanting to look up, she hopes that Stan will pick up the packages in the overnight tray and leave the drop-off stuff next to the trolley and go.
It’s not that hard; just drop off, pick up, and go, she thinks to herself, but she knows the whole office is watching her and that she will need to look up.
When she does, Kim can see Stan looking directly at her. “Hi, Stan. Well, the stuff is over there, and can you just put the drop-off on the trolley? Thanks.”
Stan nods but is clearly looking at the 34-B chest under the white sleeveless polo top Kim decided to wear that morning.
Kim feels herself going slightly redder again and looks back down at the paperwork she has finished (but is trying to pretend she’s in the middle of). Kim then notices something unusual. Stan normally leaves after that, but she can sense him shuffling towards her desk and can almost feel the wheezing breathing coming closer.
Kim looks up. “Everything okay, Stan?”
Stan is inches from her desk and drops a clipboard and paper onto it. “New policy. You need to sign.”
Kim feels angry at the way he’s just dropped the board on top of her work papers but smiles.
“Sure thing,” she picks up the clipboard and starts to sign (asking no questions so he will go sooner).
“Not there… there,” says Stan, and he quickly grabs her wrist and moves it to the last column.
Kim notices he has something around his wrist that touches the back of her hand but, eager to get rid of him, she quickly signs the form and gives it back.
“See you Friday, Stan,” she says and looks back at the finished work on her desk, hoping he’ll leave now.
Stan stays still for a few seconds and replies, “Yes, Friday.” He then giggles and walks out the door with the pick-ups.
Kim feels happy now that he’s left and starts to laugh as Nick and Steve joke about how much Stan has the hots for her.
Chapter 2
Thursday, 20 August
Work on Thursday is strange for Kim. The day is normal, but she just wants to go home. Not in a ‘not well’ or ‘can’t be bothered’ way, but in a new way: she just wants this day to be done. So, she spends most of the day not making much conversation with her workmates.
Kim gets home from work, has dinner with her mom and dad, then goes straight to her room, where she picks up the phone and dials.
“Hey, beautiful! How’s you?” comes the answer on the phone from Kim’s long-term boyfriend, Karl.
“I’m okay, babe, but I’m just ringing to tell you that I’m not coming round tonight. Okay?” Kim is ready to say goodbye and hang up, her message delivered.
“Everything okay, babe?” asks Karl.
Kim has to think, then answers, “Yeah. Just want to get myself sorted for tomorrow, that’s all. I’m going to have a bath, then get my clothes out and have an early night.” Kim just wants to hang up.
“Well, I’ll come over for a while, babe, and see you.”
Kim feels a sudden burst of anger. “Karl, I said I wanted an early night, okay? I’ll see you at the weekend. Okay?”
Karl persists again. “Have I done something wrong? Why don’t I bring over a bottle of wine and we c—”
Kim shouts back this time, “We can what, Karl? Eh? What can we do, have sex while my mom and dad are downstairs? Then, you go over to your mom and dads’ and go to sleep? No! I want an early night, okay? I’ll talk to you over the weekend.”
Kim hangs up and feels a twinge of guilt. Where did that come from? Karl hasn’t done anything wrong. Okay, I’ll get my stuff sorted, have a bath, then phone him back to say sorry.
Kim starts to run a bath then goes to her wardrobe, where she opens the doors and takes a step back. Then, without too much thought, she picks out a shining, cream silk blouse, a tight black skirt and black heels and lays them out on the chair. She goes to her drawers and picks out a black bra and thong.
Kim then treats herself to the now filled bath, and spends the next several hours shaving, plucking, moisturizing, and painting her toe nails herself before changing into a powder-pink and baby-blue matching set of nightshirt and shorts.
She goes to bed, forgetting all about that guy, Karl.
Chapter 3
Friday, 21 August, 07:15
Kim wakes before the alarm clock. Well, truth be told, she has barely slept at all that night and she doesn’t know why but has a needling desire to feel between her legs. When she does, she finds her shorts have become drenched. Without hesitation, she thrusts her hand down into her shorts and deep between her thighs, stretching the elastic on the shorts and finding exactly what she’s looking for.
Her swollen clit throbs under her touch. Normally she doesn’t like too much pressure on her spot, preferring the areas above and below getting more attention, but this morning she applies full pressure to it and flicks her fingers back and forth, drawing her heels more and more into the mattress and her knees towards the ceiling with every pass, until she arches her back and finally gives in to the relief and the warm feeling flowing to her toes.