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Chapter #4
Denise - Your arch nemesis
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"I decided to put you and Denise near each other. The friendly competition you two have with each other keeps you both super productive and I'm sure the proximity will stoke those fires even more."
You've gotta be kidding me! You think. You and Denise might hate each other but at least you got to stay a comfortable distance apart before. Now you'd have to see her all day long.
"Okay sounds good Kim. I'm sure it'll keep things more productive." You've got to count on Denise acting out and you appearing to be the more rational out of the two of you.
"I'm glad you see it that way. Remember, friendly competition is good for business. And what's good for business is good for your career." She winks at you and walks away.
"Friendly competition my ass." You mutter as you walk to find your new desk. You notice Denise first and then surmise your desk is the empty one to the right of it. It's hard not to notice Denise, personal feelings aside she is a knock out and you've rubbed one out fantasizing about grudge fucking her over her desk more than once.
She notices you walking over and you see her eyes roll. Deciding against a friendly greeting you place your company issued laptop on the desk and sit down in your chair. You're shocked when the back of the chair breaks off and you topple backwards. Denise let's out an intentionally loud "Ha!" as you crash to the ground and several other people snicker as you scramble back to your feet.
"What the hell is this? Where's my old chair?!"
"Don't know Bobby, must've gotten lost in the shuffle during the move." Denise replies.
"Don't call me Bobby. Hey! Isn't that my old chair!" You point at the one Denise is sitting in.
"This one? No I'm certain it's not." You can tell by her tone that she's lying. She must've switched chairs before you got to the office. But you can't prove it and don't want to seem like a whiner to Kim.
It's your turn to roll your eyes and you turn to your desk. The chair is ruined, there's no way you'll be able to sit in it but you've got several reports that need to be done immediately. You decide to work standing up and power up your laptop.
Unfortunately you decided to break in some new shoes today and they are killing your feet after a few hours. You drop to both knees to give your feet a rest and continue typing away. After a few minutes Denise's voice enters your ears. "Kneeling eh? That's a good spot for you."
You ignore her remark and return your attention to your work. You are determined to turn this situation to your advantage.
A few minutes later "Hey Bobby, how do you like my Jimmy Choo's? Bought them with last months bonus check. $1,000."
You turn to look at them. You have to admit they look well crafted but that's about it. You never notice what a woman has on her feet.
"Yeah well mine was twice that. Maybe because I don't spend my day making wise cracks and worrying about whatever you've got on your stinky, gross feet."
"Oh Bobby that's not nice. I've got nice feet. How about a foot massage? You're at the perfect height. Make it a good one and I'll let you keep giving them to me when I get promoted."
"Absolutely not. I'm not sure what you're confused about here but feet are absolutely disgusting. I wouldn't touch a super models feet, let alone your hooves."
With that you get up to go to the bathroom and get away from your rival for a few minutes.
However, Denise will get the last laugh. Due to the sensitive nature of some of the clients your office deals with it is policy that you either close your laptop completely or lock it to the password screen to keep data secure. Denise's pestering caused you to lose focus and you forgot to do this. She wastes little time and quickly jumps behind your desk. She opens your e-mail application which is linked uniquely to your login credentials and begins typing away.
Denise,
I know there's been tension between us for some time. But I think I know how we could alleviate it. Let's go out for a drink after work tonight and then head back to my place. I eat pussy like a lesbian and I can fuck for hours. I think once we get some of this aggression out of the way it'll be better for everyone.
Rob
Denise sends it to her own email account from yours and then leaves the sent message open on your desktop. Just as you leave the bathroom she sits back at her desk with a big smile on her face. You sit down and read with horror as you realize that you've made a potentially monumental mistake.
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