Special techniques in workplace administration - Sex Stories

Special techniques in workplace administration

During my first three years of grad school, I worked for Food Service in one of the university dorms storing incoming food in the mornings. It was a massive building, fifteen stories high, with the kitchen and dining room on the ground floor and a massive basement. I had to go in at 5:00 every morning, and I worked until 9:00. Most days of the week, the food would arrive between 4:30 and 5:00 and for the first hour I would load frozen foods in the walk-in, then for the next hour or so I would load dry foods onto a four-wheeler and then store them in the dry food pantry in the basement, after which I was free to study, just so long as I stuck around in case the other staff needed my help. The staff was small for the breakfast shift and business very slow, so I rarely saw anyone after the first hour. Early my second year working there, our kitchen manager Janet told me as I was clocking in, “Barsamian wants to see you this morning when you get a chance.” “Right, I’ll see her after I put away the frozen stuff.” She thought for a second, “She gets in about 7:00.” “Okay.” Maro Barsamian was our building manger, a strikingly attractive woman I estimated to be in her mid-30's. We often saw her poking her head in anywhere in the building checking on safety regulations and occasionally a serious talking-to followed, which I expected with a sigh to be the case today. I stowed the frozen food and then took the dry foods down to the pantry, where I stowed them on several pallets ...

... prior to putting them on the shelves and doing the weekly inventory. By that time it was 7:00, so I locked the pantry door and went upstairs to her office; like the pantry, it was in one of the wings that had been closed for renovations, so I had to use my pass key to get in the doorway at the end of the hall. I knocked on her half-open door, and she said, “Come in.” When I walked in I saw her putting folders on her desk. “On time, I see.” I nodded, and she said, “Sit down, I need to go down the hallway for a few minutes.” As the only thing open down the hallway was the restroom, I said, “Please don’t let me interrupt you!” She smiled widely and said, “Make yourself comfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not going to discipline you.” I relaxed and smiled back, and she nodded and went out. As I sat in front of her desk, I noticed a glossy picture had slid part of the way out of one of her files. It showed an expanse of clean-shaven thigh with an intriguing fuzziness at the edge of the folder. I looked around and soon heard the bathroom door close, so I stood up and opened the folder to see a glossy photo of Maro sitting nude, thighs splayed open, staring passionately at the camera. Her breasts were medium and firm, with dark brown nipples against her light brown skin, and her full bush was trimmed so that light curls covered her outer lips to frame her swollen pink inner lips. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her neck and over her shoulders, and her lips were partly open and her skin ...