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….

a visitor to

the authority he radiates

hovers back for a second before he looks away once more. Clearly, he also thinks that we know each other and he’s

Inside, I cringe….

a smile.

each other, don’t we? It’s Debbie,

didn’t have that limp when I last met

my name badge, a hot flush rising up

Of course. I’ll remember that. Are you new here? I don’t recall seeing you on

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

have an appointment. But thank you for asking. Are

better than

it. Well,

we share one of those awkward pauses of near-strangers who don’t really have anything to say to each

the status of this previously encountered Dom. He’s

didn’t have that either

you and your friend…. out and about…. recently. The blond guy; is

a smile. “Yes, he’s fine.

“Ah…. Shame….”

blistered my ass that

and I remember why I

who will think

“And…um…. you?”

he be

the corners. “No, I’ve not been…. out and about…. much recently either. I…. also married.” He’s not

“Oh…. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

message upstairs please, to Mrs Summerford on extension 4528. Tell her that I can’t wait and she’ll have to get her husband to pick her

“Of course, Mr….”

James Alexanders, since we weren’t formally

hand. His grip is firm and warm

with someone who’s seen me naked, and slapped my ass ‘til it lit up