Choosing Her Lover

*****

The first day at my new job, and…. it’s just great.

I spend an hour with the HR department being taken through the usual form filling and pep-talk stuff, then am assigned to my Supervisor, Mrs Gillis.

She’s middle-aged and hugely fat, sweet but efficient, and quickly talks me through my duties; how the intercom and phone systems work, where to send the various and huge number of visitors and deliveries to the building, where visitors sign in, emergency numbers for Security, Medical Staff and other essential services. It is driven home to me that I am working for a huge organisation.

“I’m only in the back office through there, Dear,” she says, waving towards a door to the rear. If you have any problems, just give me a shout.”

Then she potters off, leaving with my new post, my new duties.

I have a desk centred in the large, glass-fronted lobby of the Haswell Offices, and it is my job to ensure the smooth flow of visitors in and out of the building, assign deliveries to their correct destination and generally be a good ‘face’ for the company I represent.

And for most practical purposes, once I know fully what I am doing, I will be very much my own boss.

Perfect!

Sitting behind my desk I can indulge in one of my favourite past-times, people-watching. A steady stream of visitors enters and exits; needing guidance, entry, sometimes name badges or phone calls to check appointments. I am helped by the fact that the system already runs like clockwork and I simply have to facilitate matters. So, I do my work easily, giving visitors a smiling face and a good impression as they arrive.

I love this job.

The elevator doors swoosh open, and a man steps out into the lobby. He glances briefly around and then walks to the outer doors, glancing at his watch. Then he simply stands, waiting for something.

He’s tall and leanly built, dark-haired and dark-eyed, and he carries himself well, walking very upright, although with a slight limp. He wears a business suit, expensive but not flashy; classically cut, it hangs well on his long frame.

There is something about him that seems familiar….

He stands with a touch of arrogance to his manner. Everything about his stance puts him in charge of the situation, one of Life’s natural Doms….

….. He definitely looks familiar somehow. I know him from somewhere…. But where….?

Oh, God. I do know you….

It was what, two, maybe three years ago….

he a visitor

badge, and besides, the authority he radiates clearly bespeaks someone who belongs

passes over me, away, and then hovers back for a second before he looks away once more. Clearly, he

Inside, I cringe….

in a smile.

don’t we? It’s

have that limp when I last met

hot flush

twitches. “Ah yes, Kirstie. Of course. I’ll remember that. Are

I’m still learning the ropes… Er…. Are you waiting for someone, um… Sir? Can I get you a

But thank you for asking.

better than what I

pleased to hear it.

pauses of near-strangers who don’t really have anything

decide the status of this previously encountered Dom. He’s

either when last

seen you and your friend…. out and about…. recently. The

“Yes, he’s fine. He

“Ah…. Shame….”

blistered my

masculinity, and I remember why I let this man slap my butt ‘til it

sure there’s many who

“And…um…. you?”

he be

not been…. out and about…. much recently either. I…. also married.” He’s not smiling, but the corners of his eyes

“Oh…. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

you send a message upstairs please, to Mrs Summerford on extension 4528. Tell her that I can’t

“Of course, Mr….”

shake. “Alexanders…. James Alexanders, since we weren’t

I stand to shake the hand. His grip is firm and warm around my fingers, but

can I be dignified with someone who’s seen me naked, and slapped my ass