Her name was Katie and she was a typical head office type. All shiny blouse and short skirt, obviously out to be number one with guys and sleep her way to the top. I’d met her type before, ambition before integrity and doesn’t care who she steps on in the process.
“Whose is this stuff?” I asked, as I turned on my PC on the Monday morning.
“It’s Katie’s, Darren has put her next to you,” said Susie, the KPI girl.
“As he now! I didn’t think she was starting till next week?”
Susie shrugged and I stood hands on hips, surveying the situation and how her things were encroaching on my area. A girl’s desk is her castle. It might seem trivial, but I covet my space at work – it’s like it’s my territory and now there was a leather hand bag on my part of the desk.
My Manager introduced me to her as I was turning on the coffee machine.
“Danny, this is Katie, she’s here for the next few weeks. I hope you’ll make her feel at home.”
“Hi,” I said, "would you like a coffee?”
“Is it Colombian or Kenyan?”
“Ummm… Colombian. Is that all right?”
“Fine. Leave it on my desk.”
“You’re welcome!” I said, probably not quite loud enough, as she followed my boss back into the main office.
I put her coffee on ‘her’ desk and pulled my chair up just as she returned and ran her hands along the edge of her keyboard. She took a swig of the steaming drink and raised an eyebrow.
“This is only temporary, of course,” she said, pompously.
“Oh?”
“Yes, I’m going to get my own office eventually.”
“Good! I mean… good for you.”
She looked away as if my little quip had gone over her head, doing the whole, ‘I don’t get your plebby jokes’ routine.
She was pretty, I’ll give her that. Long, coppery brown hair and gorgeous hazel brown eyes. The head office thing aside, she was really hot. It was just a shame she was being such a bitch. I looked down sheepishly as I opened Google and had a long glance at her shapely legs. Her skirt was short enough to reveal that she was wearing pantyhose, as confirmed by the darker band of nylon at the top of her legs. I looked away quickly, but she had caught me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“What? No, I was just looking at your… shoes.”
“My shoes? Wappy cow.” she said quietly, under her breath.
“What did you call me!”
She just giggled and carried on with her work. Darren, my boss looked up from his corner of the office.
“Is everything all right, Danny?”
“Oh yeah, just a bit of banter, it’s fine!”
Katie was struggling with the mouse, which kept sticking to the mouse pad. She picked it up and drove it down on to the desk.
“Stupid thing, why won’t it work!”
“A bad workman and all that…” I said.
“Hmph! she exclaimed and stomped out of the office.
Jake and a couple of the other guys watched her ass wiggle out the door. That was the other thing - she was stealing all the attention. Maybe I was being a cow, but she had just turned up and was just taking liberties.
Over the next three days, things didn’t really improve and we constantly got under each other’s feet and managed to annoy each other and fall out over the slightest thing. Despite that, I couldn’t get over what a cutie she was. Her hair had this way of cascading down in thick ringlets and shone like polished amber in certain lights. On the Thursday, she came in wearing a short plaid skirt and a light blue blouse. She had an ample bust, though I trumped her there with my double Ds.
Things came to a head while I was at the photocopier - it had been left with a paper jam and I just exploded.
“Who’s left this like this?!”
“Who do you think,” said Jake.
“For… fuck’s… sake!”
I punched the copier and stormed off down to my desk.
“Are you going to sort your mess out or what?!”
“Excuse me?”
“Well actually, I won’t. You wrecked it. Go fix it!”
“Do I look like a technician?” she said, snootily.
“I’m just saying, don’t just leave it and walk away!”
“Look Danny, you don’t get to tell me what to do, okay!”
At that point Darren walked in.
“Hey, hey, what’s this!”
“Hand bags at five paces mate,” said Rob, the office joker. I just gave him the middle finger, without turning round.
“Danny, this isn’t like you,” said Darren, keeping his cool.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…”
“…Time of the month,” said Rob.
“Leave it out, Rob,” said Darren, harshly.
“It’s fine. I’ll fix the copier," I said. “You just carry on,” I added, looking at Katie.
Katie did the whole ‘hand held out search me’ thing, and being from head office, Darren cut her slack. I don’t blame him.
I counted to ten, sorted the misfeed and walked back to my desk. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. Katie was in her chair, but sitting away from the desk slightly. She was moving her mouse randomly around the mat with one hand. Her other hand was brazenly inside her skirt, her fingers apparently stroking between her legs. She looked up at me, coolly without even attempting to stop. I was literally frozen to the spot. I looked round, but everyone had their heads down, the show over. Yet the ‘show’ had clearly just begun. She picked up a pen and licked the end as her hand continued to roam up and down between her legs. I gulped and resumed my seat. We didn’t speak again for the rest of the day.
It’s not rare for girls to have a sneaky playtime at work, I’ve done it myself, but it’s always in private and well away from the public gaze. Katie had been completely open. I admit, I was turned on a bit. Maybe she knew she had been caught and being such a cocky bitch had decided to bare face the whole thing out. I didn’t know what to think. Maybe it was her way of moving in on my space -like a visual statement of defiance, as if she could masturbate wherever and whenever she felt like it.
I decided to up the stakes. I went to work the next day dressed in my shortest red skirt, heels and a tight cream blouse. Being a Friday one could get away with being a bit more daring. Even though I was into girls, I didn’t mind the attention I got from guys. Let’s see who would turn more heads now. At least Katie’s move to her own office was confirmed for the Monday, so I only had one more day to put up with her rubbish.
Arriving at work, I was surprised to find that Katie had arrived before me. Like me, she had pulled out all the stops and I was mildly peeved, hoping that I would have blown her away. There was no denying that she looked very hot indeed in her short black skirt. Her smooth white top followed every contour of her boobs and I gave her a double take as her chair swiveled in my direction. She looked up at me as I entered the office. Did she really bite her bottom lip as she looked? The weirdest thing though was that she actually smiled. It was the first time I had seen her smile. It gave her face an altogether sweeter appearance and for a moment my eyes darted between her pretty face and her gorgeous legs.
My attire had the desired effect as I strutted around the office. The guys were giving me the once over and I made a point of making unnecessary visits to the photocopier, pretending I had missed a sheet.
It was around mid-morning and Darren came over to my desk. He almost burst a blood vessel in not looking at my legs, but eventually his resolve broke and he had a good look as he spoke.