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[stevenbasic]

I’m usually not late for things but I was wayyyy late getting to our plane. Almost missed it, in fact. They were just about to close up the gate when I rushed in, jogged through the jetway and hurried down the aisle. Melissa was already in the seat next to mine…

“Welcome to your vacaaaation!” she sang to me in greeting, eyes twinkling with enthusiasm.

“It’s not...<mmmnf!>” I grunted, doing my best to lift my too-heavy carry-on into the overhead bin. Melissa watched me with careful concern. Jesus what did I pack? Rocks?? I noticed a strikingly tall, blonde stewardess headed my way, but luckily I was just able to manage it up and into the bin before she arrived. “Thanks, I got it…” I told her. That would have been humiliating. 

“It’s not...a vacation,” I huffed, dropping into my seat, finally able to stop moving after a frantic two hours of car trouble, early morning traffic and long security lines. My breathing was labored. “We’re going…<huff, puff>...to a conference...”

“At the beach!” she sang, tossing the in-flight magazine aside, smile going wide in eager zeal, “Aren’t you excited??? You get to be with me all week!!” Her eyes glimmered in merriment. 

“Great…” I mock-groaned, smiling despite myself. I had been anticipating this trip for weeks, but ‘excited’ might not be the right word...

At that, at my joke, she giggled and leaned into me, scooching down and laying her head affectionately onto my shoulder. Already, I noticed, her perfume had filled the air around us, and as I breathed it in I felt myself gently relaxing, calming me from my hectic journey in. It was making our little space here on the plane immediately more intimate. I felt it cocooning us pleasantly in her scent and - crap - beginning to stir my loins. It was then that I took the moment to glance down, really notice what my travel partner was wearing, and try not to goggle at the size of the bosom that stretched her long-sleeved white tee and the tanktop below it so tautly. Though her top did not show much cleavage, the shirt was thin and I could clearly see though it, see the bulge of her big breasts squeezed up over the top of her too-tight tank. “Seriously, I’m so  happy you asked me to come with you,” she said, grabbing my hand to hold it, “thank you so much.”

“Oh, uh, yes, sure, of course,” I answered, as Melissa gave my hand and upper arm a squeeze. Gurk...boob.  “I’m…excited too. Happy you could come.”

Now with its final, errant passenger on board (ie: me), the plane began to roll, engines coming to life to start us down towards the runway. Normally this is where I’d feel my pulse begin to quicken.

”Sheryl’s going to miss you?” she asked, brow furrowing. 

”Oh, uh, I dunno…” I responded, feeling a twinge of disloyalty to my wife already, seated here with a young, beautiful woman on my arm - even if she was my Office Manager, and we were headed to a professional event. Nothing, of course, had happened between Melissa and I - and nothing was going to - but my thoughts about her being on this trip with me were certainly less than innocent. And talking about Sheryl now seemed like just more betrayal. “She has so much stuff going on, she’s so busy,” I continued, thinking about the final, chilly words my wife had for me this morning as I left, “I don’t think it’ll bother her…”

“Oh I’m sure she’ll be thinking about you being so far away,” Melissa assured me, squeezing my arm again into a breast which felt as big as a melon, ”but she has nothing to worry about...I’ll take good care of you…” Another breathful of her perfume and I settled back into my seat, hearing the engines gearing up again, preparing us for takeoff. Breathe, dude, breathe... 

Ahhhh….

“Yeah I’ve been looking forward to this, getting away for a bit. We’re going to have fun,” I found myself saying, and immediately knowing I’d said more than I should; maybe the adrenaline had loosened my tongue, “I mean - I w-wish Sheryl could have come, but she’s...well…”

She’s been such a bitch recently.

“...she’s maybe, uh, happier doing the stuff she has to do,” I conceded. I watched Melissa cross her left leg over her right, towards me. 

“Well, I’m so excited to be doing this,” Melissa clucked, “and...to have you all to myself!” With that, she released my arm, and reached over towards me, leaning over my lap. “Here, let’s get your seatbelt fastened,” she said, as already she had both straps in hand. Dutifully, like a mother hen, she <clicked> my buckle into place and pulled the belt taut over my hips. “Ooo you’re skinny!” she cooed, her face now so close to mine, her smile wide and big and toothy and white, eyes sparkling, “But there you go...all set, Mr Skinnie-Minnie.”

I felt myself shiver.

“Not me, though,” she continued, sitting back now, “Here…” At that, she raised the armrest between us, eliminating the separator, the one border between her space and mine.  “...you don’t mind if we share, do you? I should have bought two seats for my hips.” 

I looked down and, indeed, Melissa’s wide hips - swathed into tight grey travelling pants - overflowed into my seat. My hips, in comparison, looked meager and thin, my legs like two sticks next to her healthy thighs.

“Ah haha yeah…” I agreed, as the plane pulled onto the runway and prepared for what I knew would be its acceleration. I wanted to try to stay calm. “B-Business class, hm? Nice.” I had tasked Melissa with buying out tickets, several weeks ago. “Was that in our budget?”

”Oooo you’d be so proud of me..!” she laughed, as the engines all began to roar, “I was able to get us nice seats...Evolution Pharmasoo-...y’know, the company my friend Abby works for? -  chipped in for an upgrade. Paid for our tickets, in fact!”

”Wait what?” I asked. That’s weird. I mean, I was used to getting swag, kickbacks, little favors from some of the drug companies I worked with. But this company, Evolution...I’d never even met with a rep yet, this girl Abby. Never prescribed their...whatever it was they made. A couple of my new employees were previous employees there, but that certainly didn’t warrant a set of free plane tickets. The thought that I was already in bed with a pharm company and didn’t even really know their products made me suddenly a little uneasy. That, and the roar of engines as we gained more and more speed...

“Oh don’t worry…” Melissa offered, as if feeling my distress shivering through me into the press of her chest, “they just really want to play nice. Promise me you’ll meet with Abby…?”

“Uhhh...oh….uhhh…” I felt myself stiffen, grasping my armrest with my free right hand. 

”Dr. J?” Melissa asked, with sudden concern, “are you ok?”

“Yeah…” I answered, closing my eyes as the plane had almost reached speed, ”not always a...big fan of flying.”

“Awww are you nervous?” she asked, like she was speaking to an anxious child, “here you can hold my hand.” I felt her take my left hand in hers and hold it onto her firm lap, onto her right thigh. I felt her squeeze it, and I squeezed back. The plane was nearly in the air, and a fresh waft of her perfume found me. 

“Take a deep breath,” she instructed me, which I did, “you’re going to be fine…”

I really, really, really didn’t like flying, and takeoff was one of the worst parts. But the comfort of her hand, the scent of her perfume, her soft warmth next to me...I had to admit, it was making me feel better, taking my mind to a different place. 

“Just relax,” she said, her voice deepening, serene, like liquid tranquility, “I’m here, you’re here, it’s just us…”

Liftoff...

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Alright I have to thank TopographicSociety for the Chloe Vevrier x Denise Milani fake, and my editing team - CaptainAmbiguous, Doubleburger, FantasticMrMoose, Ankle4u, among others - for their ideas and input. Thanks again also to everyone for keeping up with the story!

#Growing Into the Job

[stevenbasic]

Later that same night...

?Is that my phone? Who’s texting me this late?

Oh fuck my heart is racing already. I stay quiet.

oh jesus. My hand is already down into my pajamas. I check to make sure Sheryl’s asleep.

I am not thinking clearly i am not thinkling clearly i am not thinkling clearly. I look again over at Sheryl; her back is turned to me. She’s been out for twenty minutes or so. Her light is off, my light is off. I’m stroking myself.

Shit shit shit

Oh god if she only knew. I have been jerking off to her, to Melissa, to the Office Manager I hired just six weeks ago, constantly. I don’t know what’s come over me but I cannot get her out of my head, I can barely think when she’s around, and I can stare at the pictures I’ve trolled and hoarded of hers for hours on end. I honestly think I have a pro-

Her backup Instagram account - I saw she’d opened one this morning. My heart nearly stopped, seeing the types of pictures she’d posted there.. I hadn’t had the guts to “follow” it...if Sheryl ever noticed...

https://www.instagram.com/p/B55yIKdpj4G/  

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Thanks again to @ankle4u​ , Doubleburger20, FantasticMrMoose and anyone else I forgot who helped me along with this one. 

#Growing Into the Job

[stevenbasic]

“It’s too bad Dr J. didn’t come out tonight,” Josie said to Lakshmi as they stood together at the side of the bar, which was well-populated by ladies from work. Josie’s girlish voice just carried over the music. “I wanted to see him dance with Melissa in those heels she has on!”

To that, Lakshmi just nodded, sipping at her Amaretto Sour and watching the bolder of her co-workers - new and old - dancing together near the electric jukebox thingy. It was already a few hours past “Happy Hour” and the celebration of everyone’s first day continued, getting late for a Monday. Nevertheless, Melissa was out there dancing with Vida, Randi and the new girl Julia, all smiling and laughing. Even CiCi was dancing, clumsy but energetic in her frumpy shoes, work skirt and grandma glasses.

“Scared of what his wife would say, you think?” Amelia chimed in, stepping in with another drink for Lakshmi and Josie. “Not letting him go out with the hotties?”

“I guess, maybe,” Lakshmi offered, thanking the blonde for the cocktail, “he’s, I think, been on thin ice with her for a while.”

“Oh, do tell…” Amelia urged, sidling up alongside Lakshmi, pulling over a tall stool to perch herself on.

Lakshmi was, to Amelia’s first impression, a smart girl with a lot going for her. Why she’d been stuck in this job was beyond her, but hey, whatever. She was super-sweet, seemed to actually like Melissa (unlike a bunch of the other old employees) and had already begun to strike up a friendship with Josie, for whom she was given the daunting task of training as a medical assistant.

“Well, y’know…” Lakshmi continued, handing her empty glass to Amelia, who placed it on the bar for her, “Sheryl is-”

“Sheryl is his wife?” Josie interjected, sipping at her cocktail, some pink thing as was her usual, “Is she pretty?”

“Well, yes, I guess,” Lakshmi answered, “She’s, y’know…”

“They’ve had trouble, right?” Amelia asked, inspecting her long, glossy, white-painted nails, “He’s had a couple affairs? With girls from the office?”

Lakshmi knew she had to be careful with these Amaretto Sours, knowing how loose her tongue could get. But these new girls were all so cool, and seemed friendly like Melissa. What harm could it do, anyway? It’s not like any of this is any secret. “He, uh...he has.”

“And you know about he and Randi, right? The blow job?” Amelia offered.

That seemed to shock Lakshmi. “Well, I kinda heard-”

“That’s Randi,” Josie smiled, looking at Lakshmi. She was so pretty! Her skin was beautiful, her eyes so big and dark. When she smiled her teeth were big and brilliant white. Her nose was maybe a little long but with a little more makeup she would be a total hottie. “Randi is Randi.”

“Hey!” Amelia suddenly exclaimed, in uncharacteristic excitement, looking up from her nails, “Joze, did you get him to follow you, on Insta?”

“Yeah, I think so, why?” the smaller, more slender girl answered, pulling her phone from the waistband of her skirt.

“Let’s check to see what he’s been doing,” Amelia said, pulling her friend by the arm towards her.

“What’s that now?” Lakshmi asked, moving over next to the other two, peering down at Josie’s phone as she swiped it on.

“You have that app, right?” Amelia asked Josie, “That lets you see what else your followers are looking at, which pics they’ve been pulling up, or saving, or screen-shotting or whatever?”

“I think so…” Josie answered, swiping expertly through her phone, “I haven’t used it for a while…” None of them noticed the pair of girls from the bar, two new hires from the pharmaceutical company, stand up and start shimmying out to the dance floor.

“It lets you see that? What other pics your followers look at,” Lakshimi asked, incredulous but interested, “even if they’re on other people’s feeds?”

“Yeah…as long as you follow them too, if I remember,” Josie answered, distracted as she- “don’t know if it’s really legal or wh- haha! Found it…”

“Cool pull him up,” Amelia directed, the three of them intent now on Josie’s phone, the din of the bar disappearing around them.

“Okay...there…’dr_j_78’...let’s see…” Josie said, biting her lower lip in thought while she punched her screen, “he’s been...yep, looking through my pics…”

“Which ones?” Lakshmi asked, eyes wide, disbelieving what she was already seeing. She knew Dr.J had the reputation of being sort of a dog but...

“All your thirst traps, for sure,” Amelia answered, watching as her friend quickly scrolled through a list, “Your selfies, your cleavage pics. The ones in that dress from last year…says he looked at like 12 of your pics. Didn’t ‘like’ any of them.”

“Oh my god!” Lakshmi laughed, “that is so creepy!” Despite herself, Lakshmi felt a dark thrill seeing this, this side of her boss’ secret life. It sorta felt like spying but she couldn’t keep her eyes or smile from flashing in prurient interest.

“Wow lookit you in that bikini, Joze,” Amelia teased, punching her friend’s screen to pull up a surprisingly busty shot of “Jozijo” in a yellow two-piece, “Now he knows what you’re packing under that blouse.” She scrolled through a few more pictures, chuckling. “Wow, he really is a horndog…” 

The girls all giggled, knowing how naughty they were being,

“Omigod,” Amelia blurted, suddenly butting in to grab Josie’s phone in her moment of inspiration, “let’s see if he’s been checking Missy out…” 

<punch, swipe. Punch punch swipe>

“Omigod gross!!” Josie exclaimed

“For real??” Amelia laughed.

“Can that be right?” Lakshmi marveled.

“He’s looked at pics of hers….more than a thousand times, in like six weeks,” Amleia recited, plainly trying to hide her own shock and - surprising even herself - jealousy, as she scrolled through a long, long list. “This one with the skeleton he’s looked at thirty-three times, this bikini more than fifty...”

“Omigod gross!” Josie said again. 

“Is that her bra collection?!?” Lakshmi marveled, “and he’s looked at that….”

“Nine times,” Amelia said, “and he took a screenshot.”

“Omigod super gross!!!”

“What’s he doing all that for?” Lakshmi asked, “Why so many times??”

“Girl it’s pretty obvious,” Amelia began, “it’s all perfect wank m-“

“What are you guys looking at?”

“OMIGOD. Missy!!!” Josie exclaimed, suddenly moving to grab her phone from Amelia, who began laughing, turning away.

“What?” Melissa laughed, coming off the dance floor, high heels in hand, “what is it?”

“You have to see this…” Amelia said, fighting off her friend and offering the phone to Melissa.

“No, Amelia!” Lakshmi laughed, in half-hearted protest. 

With a curious smile, Melissa took the phone, pushed a healthy wave of  dark hair off her face, and began to nod as she swiped, and swiped.

“Oh yeah, this,” she said, finally, with surprising platitude. 

“You know about this?!” Josie laughed, amazed, 

“And it doesn’t skeeve you out?” Amelia added.

“Ah, I have that app too,” Melissa replied, casually handing Josie back her phone, “he’s been, yeah, looking at my stuff for a while.”

“Omigod!!!” Josie was near apoplectic. 

“I dunno i guess it’s just kinda natural…” she continued, tolerantly, “I mean, he’s just a guy, right? I put it there I have to expect guys are going to look.”

“But, like...a thousand times??” Amelia laughed. 

“Is he up to that already?” Missy replied calmly, thinking on the tens-of-thousands of looks her old modeling account used to get, sometimes by the day. But still, she was a bit taken aback by that number from him. “I haven’t checked in a couple weeks. Hmmm….”

The other girls, equally flabbergasted and amused, could only look on as the wheels in Missy’s head began to turn. 

“It’s mostly the boob shots?” she asked her friends. 

“Yah, of course…” Amelia answered. 

“Hmmmm….” Melissa replied again, wheels still turning...

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thanks for all the help on this post, @ankle4u and FantasticMrMoose

#Growing Into the Job

[stevenbasic]

Memo:

To all staff:

First off I want to welcome all our new stafff members. We’re so excited to have you working with us!

“Wh-what is this?” I asked, holding the paper Melissa had just produced, right after telling me something of a new ‘culture’. It looked to be a memo, addressed to our staff members.“It’s a memo I wrote, silly,” she teased, “addressed to our staff members.”I took a deep breath, and read on….

We are becoming a younger, more modern, and like more vibrant team, something that will no doubt better serve the needs of our patients and our own Doctor J. Along with all the changes we would like to start to introduse a new corporate culture that better reflect’s the changing face of the practice...

“So, uh, Melissa…” I began, already leery of where this was going. What would my associate RNP Vida, or my older employees like Marjorie and Doris think? How would they take this?

“Just keep reading,” she urged, smiling, obviously proud of her creation, this memo, as she subtly leaned across the desk towards me. I...I really…

oh man that perfume…

...I really didn’t want to disappoint her.

Look around. We are a company of women. Many businesses crush women’s ambitions, hold them back, and in the past I don’t think this place really did anything to help. Right? But I want Far Horizons Medical Assosiates to be a place where you can grow and aspire to be something greater. So with this Culture Reset we are going to be putting less emphasis on hierarcy and more of a premium on teamwork, participation and consensis. We want to empower women, help them evolve, let them express themselves…

Ok, aside from the grammar and spelling mistakes, this was beginning to sound like an excerpt from a textbook, or notes from a half-baked lecture from a business class at a local community college...which it likely was. 

Her eyes were so glimmery, she smelled so nice. Her boobs were so big.

But, I mean, this was...I guess…not all bad…?

“Is it okay?” she asked, eagerly watching my face, reading my eyes, my brow, as I continued.

You’ve seen the news, right? Women are rising. We want our fair share, and we can take it! They'll just have to learn what it's like being shoulder to shoulder with their equals. In fact they’ll learn we’re more than their equal

“‘M-more than equal’?” I asked, wondering where this was going, and who exactly “they” were. This seemed more than just some boilerplate morale boosting language. It made me nervous that Melissa seemed to be parroting some of the talking points I’d heard from some of these female candidates running for various offices, around town, in the state, even nationally. Had she had help writing this, from someone else on the staff? Or from someone outside the office? And did I want this sort of mentality here? This was (ostensibly, we can get into that later) my office. My practice, right? “What do you mean, when you say ‘more th-..’?”

“Well, girls, I mean,” Melissa smiled, leaning in even a little more, inadvertently highlighting her stupendous figure, emphasizing the shape of her huge left breast in her top in contrast to her tiny waist as it pushed forward towards met,  “We can be equal and THEN some...right?”

“Uh...I guess..?” I replied, submissive thrills from deep inside me causing jitters in my belly, the mass of that tit like a magnet to my gaze.

“Keep reading,” she told me.

“O-okay…”

In the name of embracing our womanhood, aknowledging the changing face of the practice, I have already instituted Casual Fridays and would like to announce other changes which I think will be important…

 What followed was a not-insignificant list of changes Melissa was suggesting for the office. I read on…

“New desk chairs...okay, I can see that,” I agreed, nodding as I recited the list, “‘We will be redecorating the breakroom and want your suggestions!’? Sure. Time for grooming?” I asked, a bit confused, “Like, putting time aside for, what? Teaching? Encouraging the girls to succeed?”

What I was told was that the girls needed extra breaktime in the day for makeup.

4. Mandatory (girls only!) Happy Hour Meetings. Tues night is Margarita night at Dempsey’s! 

5. Medical Assitants will now have the option of either there scrub uniforms or the professional outfit of they’re choice.

Wait this is what Amelia had asked for, earlier. Rrrrrr…..

“I...I don’t know about the uniform th-...thing. It’s...” I began, but my stammerings began to fail as I watched while, without a word, Melissa stood up from where she sat on my desk, stepped around towards me…

“...i-it’s been s-scrubs for s-so...l-l-long-” I tried to press. 

With a smile she looked down at me, watched me stutter...

“I-I-I th-think…”

...and sat in my lap.

“You were saying?” she asked, with a knowing, crooked smile.

“Uh…it’s sounds...”

“It sounds good?” she offered, her confident weight having settled itself fully onto me.

“I...guess?”

“No problem with the new dress code?” she asked, looking down to brush a mote of lint from the shoulder of my jacket.

“Um, uh…no, it’s-”

“I’m glad you’re seeing things my way,” she concluded with a mischievous smile, dimpled and victorious. Almost as a reward, she blessed me with a nice deep inhale, a straightening of her back and shoulders. Her big chest bulged.

...

“Is that all I have to do,” she laughed at me, seeing me speechless, “to get you to do anything I want? Sit on you lap?” She was joking but I’d found myself like this with Melissa before: with her heavy weight in my lap, her body overwhelming mine, I’m basically helpless - and to my chagrin we obviously both knew it. “You’re too easy!”

“You’re...you’re making fun of me, aren’t you?” I managed, mortified by my lack of will. 

She giggled at me. “Yes, a little..!” she teased, “but don’t try to tell me you don’t like it..!” 

She poked me in the belly. 

“Hey...!” It was then that I realized...shit. I was getting hard, quickly, under the soft girth of her wide, muscular rear. Crap, I can’t let her...

But she just giggled again at my protest, as I squirmed under her, trying weakly to escape more playful pokes. Was she tickling me? I moved, convulsing spasmodically, which only served to rub my thickening shaft up and into her bottom.

She settled her left hand on my ribcage, under my jacket, seemingly oblivious ...but was that roll of her hips...nnnnngh, chrissssst, don’t do it, don’t press back...down into me an accident?

“Your diet must be working,” she commented casually, now inspecting me with hand and fingers,  “You seem so skinny.”

“D-diet?” Her perfume was overwhelming me, and I did all I could not to moan in pleasure. Though I’m sure she could feel me, now totally hard and pressing up into her, she still gave no sign of noticing. 

“All the girls think you’re on a diet,” she said, plainly, “you’ve been looking…”

Her hand ran up my chest and she squeezed my shoulder. 

“...smaller. Like, wow. Just look,” Her right hand squeezed my right upper arm. “I think my arms are bigger than yours…” she said, now showing off her own triceps, which even through the sleeves of her dress looked large, “...by a lot.”

I said nothing as she regarded me, as if seeing me with new eyes...like she was sizing me up. 

“Here, “ she said, abruptly, “your tie is a mess, stand up.” 

“Wh-what?”

“Your tie. Let me fix your tie,” she said, as she stood off my lap, now towering over me, “Stand up.”

Cowed by the confidence of this unreasonably attractive young woman, a girl I’d spent more hours furtively obsessing over than I need to admit, I did as I was told. With as little space as we had behind my desk, when I stood we were face-to-face. Or, rather...face-to-throat. 

I was shocked by how tall she was. 

She smiled, as if knowing exactly what I was thinking.  Stepping back an inch, so her breasts no longer pressed into my collarbone, she began to dutifully straighten my green, striped tie. She looked down at me as she began again to speak. “You have to admit, your employees are all women,” she said, “but this place has been a man’s world for a long time. Now things are changing. We need a new culture, one where all our voices are heard. Where we’re all a little bit more...equal.”

“B-b-but…” I tried, but my voice was quelled as she inched, by a fraction, closer to me. Another wave of perfume filled me. ...what about me?

The physical superiority of this woman was apparent

”Yes it is true…” she continued, as if acknowledging my unspoken complaint, “Some of us are...just a little more equal than others.” Finished with my tie, she inspected her work. “Some of us are more built for the job than others.”

<gulp>

I’m sure she heard me swallow. 

Melissa giggled. “You’re thinking about how tall I am, aren’t you?” she asked, wryly, settling her hands on my thin shoulders. 

“I, uhhh…” I attempted, my heart racing. 

 “It’s my heels,” she apologized, “they’re six inches, so that makes me…”

Her eyes flashed. 

“...really tall <giggle!> They’re new, I brought them in today to wear out after work tonight.”

Her hands slid down my arms, as she bit her lower lip. She seemed to be sizing me up again. Her shoulders - broader than mine. Her hips - wider than mine. Oh god I was so hard. 

“You are coming, right?”

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Super-humbled to have the awesome @fetish3d do some work for our story; the original render for the details I used can be found at his blog here. I also want to thank @ankle4u​ and FantasticMrMoose for their help in getting this done.

BONUS! For those with a healthy fetish for dry, intra-office communications, here’s Melissa’s full memo: 

and page 2 (”there’s a page two??”)

#Growing Into the Job #fetish3d

[stevenbasic]

OMG first day first day! I guess i’m a medical assistant now haha. This girl they assigned to train me Lakshmi is sooo nice and actually really pretty in a like Indian kinda way. Her eyes are so beautiful. To hear Randi tell it i thought everyone that worked here was like ninety or fat but she’s super cute and i think isn’t mad at Missy at all, really. 

Anyway yeah I got to meet the girls in office - besides Lakshmi there’s a girl behind the desk Aubrey who’s quiet but super cute. Her friend Brittni seems more ditzy but might be fun. I don’t know what to think of the Marisela girl I don’t know if she likes me or Amelia or Steph much but whatever. There are a couple others who definitely don’t like us but they’re old or fat or old and fat haha.

Julia, from the DMV office where Missy used to work just started today too and is super great and a blast, I’ve met her before. The other new girls, that worked at Abby’s company, I just met quick. They seem nice, totally stupid gorg, though that lady Kathy seems quiet and really serious. I guess she’ll be good running the Accounting stuff for Missy, though.

And Dr J.!  Missy introduced him to me earlier- cutie pie but he didn’t say too much. There are a lot of new girls to meet today I guess but I think he's kinda quiet or shy. Missy did most of the talking, had her hand on his shoulder a lot. It was more like she was showing him off to us than like introducing our new employer. It really seems like Missy is more the boss than him haha. Maybe someday!! 

And didn't Missy say he was kinda tall? I mean, he's not short but...well, no. He did seem short. Maybe its just standing next to Missy who kinda makes everyone seem small these days. I can't place it but something feels good about watching her with him like this, bigger than him - her boss, right? - in so many ways. She’s so freakin pretty and hardworking I hate her haha jk i love her. I love seeing girls being successful especially in place of a guy it’s cool gives me butterflies to think. The possibilities for us girls = so big these days, it’s all over the place on like IG and the news and these elections. Girl power lol right?

Anyway I have to remember to thank Missy again before I leave today. I really think this new job is gonna be great for me and Amelia and Steph and really allll these girls. Not just the money but it seems like we’re all in something together like a squad. Watch out world haha!

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thanks to DB20 and @ankle4u for the help on this one!

#Growing Into the Job