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 to the

not wearing any badge, and besides, the authority

me, away, and then 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. Looking back across at me, he moves closer, still walking with

don’t we? It’s Debbie,

that limp when

my name badge, a hot flush rising up my neck. “Kirstie,

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

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

you for asking. Are you

yes. It’s great. Much better than

pleased to hear it.

lapses into silence, and we share one of those awkward pauses of

status of this previously encountered Dom. He’s

didn’t have that either

I’ve not seen you and your friend…. out and

definitely hiding a smile. “Yes, he’s fine.

“Ah…. Shame….”

my ass that

is low and silky, sheer honeyed masculinity, and I remember

many who

“And…um…. you?”

be interested

head, his dark eyes creasing at the corners. “No, I’ve not been…. out and about…. much recently either. I…. also married.” He’s not

“Oh…. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

a message upstairs please, to Mrs Summerford on

“Of course, Mr….”

James Alexanders, since

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

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