Measuring up: part 1 of four - Sex Stories

Measuring up: part 1 of four

... Palaeontology.' A pointing finger emphasised my disdain. 'And how exactly do they qualify you for this job? And yours?' I aimed the finger at the fat bitch with the smug face. 'Accounting and Archeology? What the fuck good are they in this business?' My esteemed, over-educated colleagues were both lost for words. 'At least mine are relevant. So fuck you both. I am not doing it!' Geoff piped up. 'There is necessarily flexibility built into your job description. There had to be. The role of...' I was boiling. 'No fucking way. And don't talk to me about roles. What exactly are your fucking roles?' The two glanced uneasily at each other. Pam stammered. 'We were hand-picked... head-hunted for our particular skills, weren't we Geoff?' He looked askance and raised his bushy eyebrows. Pam ploughed on regardless. 'Our job descriptions are very specific. Very specific.' Sarcasm exploded from me. 'What, as in "sit on your fat arses and let the clever pretty girl do every-fucking-thing?" Cos that's how it's been so far!' She sneered. 'You think a lot of yourself, dear! When I was your age, I was just as...' Thankfully, Geoff broke in before Pam tried to explain how - without resorting to grotesque mutilative surgery or suffering the horrors of biological warfare - she had somehow turned me into her. 'Look, let's all keep calm. I'm sure we can sort this.' I thumped the table to show how adamant I was. Even the coffee cups jumped. 'No way! No way! No fucking way!' * Part 2 to follow shortly