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….

visitor to the

and besides, the authority he radiates clearly bespeaks

and then hovers back for a second before he looks away once more.

Inside, I cringe….

I see him sucking in a smile. Looking back

know each other, don’t we? It’s Debbie,

have that limp when I

tap my name badge, a hot flush rising up

mouth twitches. “Ah yes, Kirstie. Of course. I’ll remember that. Are you new here? I don’t recall seeing

the ropes… Er…. Are you waiting for

thank you for asking. Are you

great. Much better than what I was

it. Well, good luck with

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

this previously encountered Dom. He’s wearing a ring on

didn’t have that either

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

definitely hiding a smile. “Yes,

“Ah…. Shame….”

my ass

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

who will

“And…um…. you?”

be interested

tilts his 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 smiling, but the

“Oh…. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

suddenly, he is all authority. “Kirstie, could you send a 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

“Of course, Mr….”

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

hand. His grip is

me naked, and slapped my ass ‘til it lit up the