Diana my Workmate
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"Man, I would love to have my name up there on the sign for everyone to
see," I was telling my friend Cody as we sat at the bar near the law firm
we both worked at. "I want to be partner so bad, I even do that dirty
work for Moore."
"Dirty work?" Cody asked. He was a straight and narrow type. The firm
wheeled him out for their clients who were concerned about "ethics."
"Yeah - like those divorces no one else will touch. Man, I hate those,
but these guys, you know." I shrugged. "I'd suck Moore's dick to make
partner." I paused. "Well... hey, you know I just handled one of these
divorces for a uber-rich golf buddy of his. Total jackass. Must have
been 50, 55. 10 years ago he dumps his then wife for a real bimbo maybe
22 years old, shacks up with her. Now she's early thirties or so, and he
goes out and shacks up with another 20 something. Divorces the bimbo!"
"How much did she take him for?"
"Oh Cody, I was on the case, man! She could have had years of alimony and
what did I do? I found out this bimbo goes to some voodoo card reader
psychic nut-job every week for advice. I give the witch-doctor ten grand
to tell the bimbo that if she fights the divorce terrible things will
happen to her. It freakin' worked, man! The bimbo walked away without a
dime."
"That seems a little out of line..."
"No! Everything is exactly as it should be! And dude, it gets better! I
went over to the Pink Pussycat couple weeks ago and there she was,
workin' as a stripper! Oh my god, it was fantastic. Couple months ago
she was toolin' around in Moore's friend's 911 and now here she is
hustling her ass for tips. I gave her a hundred - best score of the
evening. She's got a nice ass, too. She had it easy for a good ten
years living the high life, only right for her to pay the piper now."
At that point someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to face
a really attractive dark haired lady, impeccably dressed. She had a dark
tan and a beautiful body, a few age lines around her eyes gave proof she
wasn't too young, but she kept herself nice. I'd do her, anyways.
"Excuse me," she said, "I'm sorry to eavesdrop, did you say you were a
lawyer?"
I turned on my most charming smile. Cody had the presence of mind to
look at his watch and excuse himself politely. "Charles Andrew
Cummings," I said, "Attorney at Law."
She smiled back. "I was supposed to meet a man here who's a lawyer - I
guess it's the "in" hangout. But I think he stood me up. And I just
bought a new brand of perfume to try out this evening. You know women,"
she smiled. She took out a small vial and took my hand gently in hers.
"Maybe it drives away men," she laughed. She sprayed it on my hand.
"What do you think? Did he stay away because of the smell."
I took a long whiff of the perfume in my hand while meeting her gaze with
mine. I knew tonight I was going to get lucky. "No," I said getting
aroused. "It's perfect." Just then the bartender came over.
"Everything ok here," he asked. She broke her gaze away from mine.
"Everything," she said, "is exactly the way it should be."
I don't even remember the night that followed. Next morning I vaguely
remembered being sucked dry by those gorgeous lips. I struggled to
shower and get dressed and get to the office without being interrupted by
a raging hard-on that kept coming and going.
I got to the office and almost right off Cody was there asking me how it
went with "what's her name." What's her name is right - I realized I
didn't even get her name. Awesome. All the sex, none of the
responsibility. "Cody," I said, "That woman gave fantastic head. I
think she sucked the manhood right out of me. I've been walking funny
all morning." I smiled at him, but to tell the truth I think I had been
walking funny all morning. "Whatever floats your boat, dude," Cody
replied. He's a decent guy, but doesn't have much sense of fun.
I got to my office and started going through some depositions that needed
my urgent attention when my cell phone rang, indicating a private caller.
I picked it up. "Hi," she said. "Oh, it's you... couldn't get enough of
me, eh?" "Not quite," she said. "I just wanted to tell you that
everything is exactly the way it should be."
I heard those words and suddenly felt very calm. It was the oddest
sensation. Suddenly, the depositions didn't seem so urgent. I did
however feel that I had to go to the bathroom. When I walked down the
hall, I had the sensation that I was still walking funny, and then that
sensation drifted away. No, I was walking exactly the way I should. I
sat down to pee, which for a brief second seemed strange, but then that
too seemed very normal. I finished my business, washed up and walked
back to my office. The sign on the door read "Charles Andy Cummings."
Andy? But... My pants also seemed a bit tight - so much so that I had to
take my cell phone, wallet and BMW keys out of my pockets. I looked
around for something to put everything into and figured that my black
leather day planner seemed as good a place as any. Tight pants? Now that
seemed...
The notification icon on my computer sprang to life, reminding me of a
meeting with Moore and some clients. I hurried down the hall to the
conference room, just as Moore and a senior partner were entering,
laughing jovially with the clients. We made our introductions and sat
down. "Before we begin," Moore announced, "would anyone like some coffee
or bottled water or another beverage? I know I would." He pushed a
button on the speakerphone on the conference table to summon one of the
secretaries or the receptionist. There was no answer. He looked
perturbed. "Cummings! Can you get some bottled water for us, please."
Suck-up that I was I was quick to jump up and offer my services. I went
out in the hall, slightly miffed that none of the girls were around to
get water for us and searched out some bottles from the small office
kitchen. When I returned I placed the bottles in front of each person at
the table and then went to my seat only to find that somehow my seat was
gone. Had another client entered while I was away? Where was my chair?
I looked stupidly at the table for a few seconds and then Moore said.
"Thank you Andy, that'll be all for now." There was a silence while
everyone looked at me. I blushed and began to understand that I was not
wanted in the room. What was happening? I hurried out of the room and
back to the restroom where I splashed some water on my face and then went
straight back to my office. "C. Andy Cummings," read the sign. Just as
I was trying to figure out why that sounded weird, my phone started
ringing again.
I grabbed my day planner and zipped it open. How did all this stuff get
in here, I thought. Was I going crazy? What just happened in the
conference room? What was with my nameplate on the door? I dug around
vials and odds and ends looking for the phone. I thought I'd only put my
wallet, keys, and phone in here. What was all this junk? Finally I found
it. "Hello??" "Everything is exactly the way it should be," said her
voice. I felt instantly calm and took a deep breath. "Yes," I replied.
"Yes, it is." "Why don't you go back to the rest room and refresh
yourself. You're a bit flustered. Stay on the line and we'll go
together."
I walked back out and went down the hall. "I'm in the restroom now," I
said. "Yes, everything is exactly as it should be, right?" "Yes, of
course," I said. "Why not splash your face again?" How did she know I
had just splashed, I thought? "Everything is fine," she said. I calmly
put the phone down on the counter and ran the water, splashing my face.
When I dried off I picked up the phone. "What are you thinking right
now," she asked. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "I'm
thinking I need a haircut. When did my hair get so long?" "No," she
said. "Everything is exactly as it should be." "Oh," I replied calmly.
"Now," she intoned, "go back to your desk and do the job you should be
doing." I hung up and left the restroom.
I began to return to my office but stopped at the reception desk. Under
the reception sign was a nameplate. "Candy Cummings, Receptionist" it
read. Go back to the job you should be doing, I thought. Wasn't this my
desk? Yes. Of course. Everything was exactly right. Everything was
just as I had left it a few moments ago. I sat down and the phone rang.
"Thicke, Cox, and Moore," I sang. My voice seemed higher and that was
odd. I mean I think it was odd. It was a little odd. Or not. No, it
seemed exactly right. "May I help you?"
"That's very good," her voice replied. I felt happy for the approval.
"Thank you!" I squeaked. I pulled the hem of my skirt down a little to
straighten it out. Skirt? But... "Everything is exactly as it should be,
isn't it?" "Yes," I giggled back. "I'll meet you later," she said.
"Just stay right there and do a good job, okay." "Uh-huh...
For the rest of the afternoon I sat at the reception desk and answered
the phone. Every now and then I felt an off-putting feeling, as if a
record was skipping or I was catching glimpses out of the corner of my
eye of something. But every time my anxiety started to amp up, I shook a
little and felt a serene sense of calm overtake it. The afternoon was
uneventful, except for Moore paging me for additional waters. For some
reason I deliberate dropped one of the bottles on the floor near him and
hesitated while picking it up. Oh, and once Cody passed my desk and
said, "Hi, uh, Candy." That was strange. Like he didn't know my name
for a second.
Just about closing time a really pretty older woman with dark hair exited
the elevator. "Is everything ok?" she asked me before I could welcome
her to the offices. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "I know your voice! I know
you!" She smiled. "I need a favor," she said. "Um, ok." "Can you give
me a lift?" I felt I had to for some reason and after I agreed and
organized my desk so I could leave, I checked with Mr. Moore to see if
there was anything else I could get for him. "No, Candy, just have a
good evening." Then he whispered a little under his breath, "and be sure
to remember that little outfit tomorrow... the one you mentioned
earlier..." He winked at me and I felt a little strange as I made my way
back to the woman. "Everything is exactly as it should be," she said.
We went down to the basement garage and I fumbled for my keys. We went
to my space and for some reason there was a ten-year old beat up Hyundai
where my Bimmer should have been. I was starting to get angry when the
woman began to say something and interrupted my thoughts. "Sorry," I
said. "The passenger's door is broken from the outside. I have to open
it up from the inside..." I let her in and began to drive. "Let's go to
your place," she said. I turned left to head towards my townhouse. "No,
no, no," she shook her head. "Turn right up there." I began to follow
the directions she gave me. This wasn't the way home. She was leading
me into a sort of low-brow neighborhood. Decently kept, small apartments
a little too close to the bad side of town. Where was she taking me?
What the hell was... "you've lived here for years and you still don't
know the way," she laughed. I laughed too. "I know how to get home!" I
turned into the parking lot of a slightly run down complex and parked.
"See!" I exclaimed proudly.
I followed her to my apartment and then let her in. Mismatched
furniture, cutesy paintings, a collection of stuffed animals on the
mantelpiece of the phony fireplace, JC Penny portraits of me and...
and...
She made herself comfortable on my sofa. I thought for a second, where
the hell are all my books, but then remembered I didn't have any. Except
for the one on the table in the kitchenette. My diary. "Why don't you
read me a little from your diary?" She asked it like she knew what I was
thinking. "I like diaries, don't you?" she said. "They're where we tell
the truth. Everything in a diary is true, isn't it?" "I guess," I
shrugged. "Everything in your diary is true," she said. "It's exactly
as it should be." My eyes glazed over. "Yes," I said. "Everything in
my diary is true." "Read it to me," she demanded softly.
I sat down at the cheap dinette and opened up the diary. I paused
anxiously. I didn't want to read it. I looked over at her and she
started to say something. "Okay, Okay..."
I swallowed and began to read. "Page One. Dear Diary, My name is Candy
Cummings. I have decided to keep a diary to tell all about my life even
though I never did read or write too good." I stopped and looked up. I
took a deep breath and continued. "I am 32 years old. I am pretty or
everybody tells me that even tho' I feel like I am getting old sometimes.
Even so, everyone says I look like 10 years younger than I am. I like to
have fun. I love to dance. I like to go out with my girlfriends to the
clubs. I like boys, too, but I really like older guys. They turn me on.
It is hard to go out on dates though because I am raising my daughter
Amber all by myself. She is 14 and I love her. Sometimes when we go out
people think I'm her big sister. She is a cheerleader just like I used
to be. I tell her even though I love her and wouldn't change a thing she
should stay away from boys so that she can finish school and not get
pregnant before graduating like I did. I don't know who her father is.
There were a lot of guys back then."
I looked up at the woman with pleading eyes. "Do I have to keep going?"
"Yes," she said solemnly. "Amber will be home from practice soon and I
want to hear as much as possible before then." I smiled at that. I love
Amber, I thought.
"I work as a receptionist at a big law firm. It is very hard because I
have to answer all the phone calls and get things for the lawyers and
keep them happy. It can be stressful because even though I try to be
good at it I am very forgetful. I'm just a dumb blonde and I don't feel
comfortable in an office. But it is a good job cuz there are lots of
guys who make money around and it would be real nice to go out with
someone who could take care of me and Amber. I think Mr. Moore likes me.
He is a partner which means he is like the owner or something and makes
more money than the other lawyers. He is married but he keeps telling me
that he isn't happy and besides his wife is like 50 or something and
nowhere near as pretty as me. He says my tits are like Venus which
sounds pretty stupid to me but makes me laugh and he doesn't feel guilty
having sex with me in the office cuz his wife is practically not his wife
anymore as soon as he sorts out some legal stuff I don't understand.
Anyways he bought me some real nice jewelry and clothes."
I stopped and looked up again. "Everything in a diary is true," she
said. "We never lie to our diaries. You haven't lied to your diary,
have you?" I thought hard for a moment. "I don't think so. I mean
sometimes I'm not sure what's right. It's hard to think and I don't
always write down what I mean. You know? I mean... I mean, sometimes I
can't put words down that are what I know or feel. I, I..."
"Shhhhh. Everything is exactly as it should be. I'm going to get going
now. Why don't you get some dinner ready for Amber and you and then pick
out some pretty clothes for tomorrow." "Oh, I forgot to tell you," I
jumped up. "Mr. Moore asked me to bring my outfit!! I told him I can
still fit into my cheerleading uniform and he wants me to bring it
tomorrow to prove it to him! Isn't that funny?" She just smiled and
left.
The next day I arrived at work wearing a blue silk blouse and a short
black skirt and blue heels. I smiled at Mr. Moore when he arrived and
pointed to a canvas bag I had stashed beneath the desk. He winked at me.
I could hardly wait until lunchtime, but the day dragged on and finally
when the office cleared out I went into the bathroom and changed into my
cheerleading uniform. I put my hair into a ponytail and ran down the
hall into Mr. Moore's office. He just broke into a giant grin when he
saw.
"Candy! Wowwwww. Look at those awesome tits! You are probably even
better looking then when you were in high school!" I giggled proudly.
"Well, my breasts are a little bigger. You know, being a mom and all."
"Well, you're one heluva MILF if I ever saw one," he said.
I went over to his desk chair and straddled him. I thrust my cheerleader
tits in his face and grabbed his head, pushing him into my chest. I
thought Mr. Moore was the cutest thing. I could feel his cock thrusting
up through his pants. "Guess what?" I squeaked. "What," he growled.
"This uniform doesn't have panties," I giggled. I unzipped his pants and
pulled down his boxers and his cock jumped up from between his legs. I
lowered my pussy down onto his cock and began to pump up and down. God I
loved it. He pushed off his chair and slammed my back down on to the
desk roughly, papers pushed aside. He began to fuck me on the desk and I
was climaxing, climaxing. "Who's my bimbo," he yelled. I loved when he
treated me this way. "I AM. I'M YOUR BIMBO!" "Who's my sweet Candy
whore?" "I AM. I'M YOUR SWEET CANDY WHORE." I orgasmed just as he shot
his load into me. I screamed and hugged him tight. "Oh god, you're so
good," I said and gazed gratefully into his eyes.
He smiled and pulled out of me. He walked me over to the little couch in
his office and I leaned back against the wall. I was just so happy.
"Candy, baby."
"Yes?"
"You trust me, baby, don't you?"
"Of course!"
"I've always been good to you... magnanimous?"
"Magna whuh?"
He laughed.
"Well, look, Candy. I can get in a lot of trouble if we go further in
this relationship while you're working here." I didn't understand. I
began to tremble a little and I wrinkled my brow.
"You don't want me??"
"No. I absolutely do want you. That's the problem. I know you're having
trouble keeping up with the work here. It's hard for you. I know that."
He ran his fingers upon my cheek. I still didn't understand.
"See. If you're not working here, it's better for both of us. I can see
you... um... romantically without getting into trouble. Our relationship
could develop even further. We could be open about it."
"Really???" I smiled broadly. "But... um... you don't want me to work
here? What will I do for work? I need the paycheck. I have, like, I'm a
mom and stuff!" I was getting anxious and afraid.
"Candy, baby, I've taken care of it."
I smiled again.
"I've arranged for you to have a better paying, less stressful job. With
flexible hours, too!"
"Really???" I repeated.
He smiled and pressed the intercom. "Ms. Leigh, can you come in?"
In walked a dark haired, very tan lady, pretty in an older way. She
looked familiar.
"This is Candy," Mr. Moore said.
"Ah yes, Candy. It's a pleasure."
"Ms. Leigh runs a dancing establishment. You like dancing, don't you
baby?"
"You bet!"
"Why don't you do a little dancing for Ms. Leigh."
"What? Without music or nothing?" I giggled. "That's silly."
Mr. Moore turned on a radio and I got up in my cheerleader uniform and
began to dance just like I was with my friends at a club trying to get
some guys' attention.
"She'll do," Ms. Leigh said, "but perhaps a little augmentation."
"Aug-whuh?" I said.
Mr. Moore laughed. He took my hands in his. "Baby, you go with Ms.
Leigh and dance in that dance club like your dancing just for me. And as
soon as my papers come through, I'll come to the Pink Pussycat to get
you. In the meantime, I'll visit you whenever I can. It'll be a fun
place to work, and you'll get lots more money."
I smiled.
Ms. Leigh smiled, too. "Tonight I'm going to put your name on the sign
for everyone to see. Candy Cummings!"
I laughed happily.
Ms. Leigh laughed too. "Everything is exactly as it should be," she
said.
"Uh-huh!"
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