1. Putting in the Overtime - Part One


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    People who work in offices often complain about the winter. Getting into work before dawn, leaving when it's already dark, their only sight of the sun glimpsed through thick windows. It's depressing. But at least it makes working late seem like less of a big deal. It's just as dark when you leave at nine in the evening as it is when you leave at five, and the winter evenings aren't all that much fun anyway. At least, they're not much fun when you live alone and single in a moderately-habitable box of a flat above a biscuit wholesalers in Stepney. They were big into overtime at the office where I worked. Unpaid, at that. Our manager told us it was character-building. Evidently he felt he already had a surplus of character himself, since he was out of the door by 5pm every day. Two or three of us would be selected to put in the extra hours whenever required, which was generally always. In the winter, given my living arrangements, I didn't really mind working late. Sometimes I even volunteered. But now it was the blazing height of a glorious summer, and I was still putting in the overtime. I felt truly cheated out of the daylight now there was so much more of it. And it was hot . Our poky little office had no air-con, and only one tiny window actually opened. Since it opened onto the side-alley we shared with the paint factory next door we tended to keep it closed whatever the weather. My shirt stuck to me in damp patches all across my chest and back. I was trying very hard not ...
    to notice that Vanessa – my fellow inmate that night – was having the same problem. She had significantly more chest than I did. My job title, stripped of its HR bullshit, was “anonymous desk-chimp”. I wrote wordy, meaningless reports which more senior chimps would wave around in meetings without ever actually reading. A small group of even more senior chimps would then nod wisely to one another and select the report being waved by the lesser chimp who had the most expensive-looking tie. This lucky chimp would be the envy of all the other chimps, and would probably celebrate his hard-won bonus by buying an even more expensive tie, before losing his powder-encrusted company credit card down a lap-dancer's g-string. And so the wheels of the world of business turned. We ran to keep up or were crushed. It made no real difference. Vanessa was microscopically more senior than I in the grand corporate pecking-order, but certainly no happier about still being in the office at 8pm. We sat opposite one another in the centre of the main office, the square table between us strewn with paperwork and a couple of finger-smeared tablets. A pedestal fan whirred away in one corner, ineffectually stirring the thick air. I was trying not to notice that Vanessa had unbuttoned her shirt down so far I could just see the bit of her bra where the cups met. Or at least, I would've seen that if I'd noticed. But I hadn't. Not even slightly. I certainly hadn't noticed that her bra was a sky-blue colour, ...
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