Part One
The thick black coffee oozed out of the prehistoric machine, sputtering out it’s struggle to make just a single pot of coffee. She sighed, slapped the side of the black metal machine and smiled when it started to flow at a decent pace.
Good, she thought, now Mr. Phillips will have nothing to complain about.
She smiled victoriously as she poured the stemming brew and brought the piping hot cup of joe towards her bosses office. Her hand was slightly warm from the beverage but she ignored it. Before she opened the door to his oversized office, she straightened her spine, put on a fake smile, and knocked ever so gently.
“What?” he snapped, not looking up from his computer.
Her smile faltered slightly but sure enough it planted itself right back on her face instantly, like it always does. She descended further into the room and placed his coffee at the corner of his desk.
“Your coffee Mr. Phillips.” she commented.
His eyes flicked down to the coffee and he gestured his head towards the door. She understood his silent demand and began to make her exit. Her feet walked across the carpeted floor as gently and as hasty as she could, she wanted to avoid any scrutiny this many would give her. Her hand gripped the cool medal of the cold door knob, almost.
“Oh, Ms. Adams?” she sighed internally, wiping the scowl off her face and she turned around with a toothy grin.
“Yes?”
“You look quite ravishing in that dress.” he stated. Keep smiling, she reminded herself.
“Thank you!” she slammed the door with the least amount of attitude that she could muster.
She loathed that man. He was an indecent, ignorant pervert. Her façade was wiped clean and now replacing it was her attitude and the permanent scowl that lived on her face while she was at her job. Mr. Phillips always found something degrading or harassing to say to her, no matter what she wore, did, or how she acted.
Her bottom connected with the plush of her office chair, and she sighed. Her dainty hands immediately reached for her temples and she began rubbing furiously. She wanted nothing more than to leave her job, but she had no other choice but to grin and bear it. Her life was still in recovery mode from her previous years. She couldn’t afford to be jobless right now.
“Oh, Landry!” Her best friend since her first day here, sang.
She smiled in a much better mood, she loved Milli, she always found a way to improve Landry’s day. Milli, strutted up to the young woman’s desk, she was thin and athletic, she was short, around five foot. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was any man’s dream, the complete opposite of what Laundry thought of herself.
“Hello, my little dove. How is your day going.” Milli bent over her high top counter desk and began to fiddle with the pins in the cup. Her swollen breasts laid on the cold counter and her A-line shirt gave a free show. 1 ticket, Landry Adams.
Landry let out an unattractive snort and rolled her eyes.
“That bad, huh?” Milli grimaced.
Landry knew how bad the conditions were to work for Mr. Phillips, although Landry was his personal assistant, Milli was his secretary. Neither of them enjoyed his company and always found themselves giggling about his antics or gossiping about his motives.
“You know this morning, he said something about China being in the European area. I just smiled and let him have his moment.” Landry snickered at Milli’s comment and a grin blossomed on her face.
Landry continued doing work on her computer while chatting with the small women. She opened her emails, signed documents, and texted Mr. Phillips’ wife for him per his request. Her eyes widened as the message she received on his phone had her bursting with giggles. Milli’s eyes looked curious, she rushed around the counter and leaned over the chair and erupted with her own laughter.
In the photo was Mr. Phillips tied to an office chair with his wife's red panties in his mouth, the text reading “I can’t wait for you to be home this evening.”
A loud cough caught the two lurking females attention. They both instantly looked up and Landry accidently dropped the phone onto her desk, with a clunk.
“Mr. Phillips!” the said in unison, shocked at his sudden presence. Landry fumbled for the phone and quickly handed it over to her boss.
“Your wife, sir.” she said strongly. Trying to keep composure, pushing the smile down.
He yanked the phone away and glanced at it quickly. He sneered but redness quickly overtook his neck and cheeks.
“Get back to work” he snarled and stomped his way out of the office, clearly embarrassed.
The women giggled at his retreating form, and watched as he plowed through the office, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. He pushed a young intern out of the way, causing him to trip slightly. The pair winced as the intern bumped into a metal trashcan.
Mr. Phillips, reached the elevator and turned back around after hitting his number. The two waved at him in unison with smiles plastered on their faces, he glared at them and brought his hands up to fix his tie. He was flustered. As soon as the two metal door’s enveloped him the two erupted in laughter.
“I always assumed he had a small dick, just didn’t realize it was that tiny!” Milli giggled and held up her thumbs assuming a measurement.
“Smaller.” Landry corrected her with a smirk, and Milli’s eyes widened.
“Poor guy.”
