Take a Letter, Jenny Part One
By David Brennan
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John leaned back in his chair and sighed wearily. It had been a long day at the office, even by normal standards, but it was almost over and he was so much looking forward to tonight. He put his hands behind his head and surveyed his 'kingdom'.
He smiled at the thought, but in a way, his being manager of the Accounts Department was similar to the role of a benevolent despot. He had been promoted there at a young age, and had initially found it difficult to order people around, but over the months he'd grown to enjoy his position of superiority. It was quite pleasant to occasionally overreact to some small error, just to ensure people knew who was in charge.
Of course, the thing that made his role easier was the fact that he had a department full of women. Not that he had any choice in the matter - being surrounded by females all day was not something he particularly enjoyed. All that giggling and silly chatter, and oohing-and-aahing over the new dresses they'd just bought!
He looked at each of them through the glass walls of the office. He could see Jan, his secretary, who was leaving the next day as her baby was almost due.
"I must get a replacement sorted out," thought John.
Then there was the clerical staff. Denise and Elaine had both been with the company for a couple of years. John laughed inwardly at the thought that neither of them knew he'd seduced and bedded the other. Promises of promotion had helped, of course, but they should learn not to be so naive.
His eyes rested on Debs, the new girl. Only 19, a figure like heaven and a face to match, with long blonde hair caressing her slight, girlish shoulders. He would have his way with her before the year was out.
"Can we go through the report on the new budgeting system, Mr Fielding?"
John's thoughts were interrupted by the attractive, if rather formal redhead standing by his desk. Lisa was the Assistant Manager, and the reason he was so looking forward to tonight - after months of persuasion, using every trick and chat-up line he knew, she'd finally agreed to have dinner with him.
"Yes, yes, of course, Lisa. But please call me John - I can't stand too much formality with someone so pretty."
He thought he detected her wince slightly, but she smiled. "I'm so looking forward to this evening Mr Field... erm, John, but there's been a slight change of plan. I thought we could have dinner at my place - I'd love to cook for you."
John was amazed - this was better than he could have hoped for. Dinner at her place, a few quiet drinks, soft music, then... well, who knows?
John found her house with no trouble and stood poised before the door. He collected his thoughts before he rang the doorbell - he still hadn't got over the surprise of her agreeing to go out with him. In fact, he'd almost given up trying. He'd assumed that she'd learned of his opposition to her appointment as Assistant Manager, arguing that a man should be doing such an important job and there were enough women in his department already.
However, senior management had been impressed enough to overrule John, which caused him some resentment. In the early days, he'd made life very difficult for her, often treating her like a dumb secretary in front of other staff and giving her menial tasks to do. When he realised she wouldn't break, he decided that it would be easier to bed her.
He rang the doorbell.
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