Working on...

I’ve been working on Syndee’s Promotion, another part of the Annual Review series. Will Syndee ever get promoted? Will she be Mr. Field’s new Oral Assistant or is there something else in store for her?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A sample of the very-unedited beginning:

Syndee shifted back and forth from one foot to the other. She twirled a lock of her long blonde hair and watched the customers milling about near the front of the store. Some would pick up things, squint, and put them back. Others would just grab what they came for, shove it into the cart and keep moving. Shoppers and buyers.

Standing all day at a cash register was not what she really wanted to do, but it was her job and she needed to keep it. Despite Mr. Field’s hints at her last annual review that she might get a promotion, a few months had passed without a word more.

Syndee’s Floor manager, Cathy, a thick brunette with an hourglass figure who kept her hair in a tight bun, walked over to Syndee’s register from the service desk after putting down the phone.

“Hey, Syndee, the boss wants to see you in his office before your lunch break,” Cathy said.

“Thanks. My lunch is in, like, a couple hours, so-”

“You can head up as soon as Adelaide gets here. She’s supposed to be on shift in about fifteen minutes, so she’ll probably get here in about half an hour,” Cathy said and rolled her eyes.

Syndee did her best to stay entertained while she worked and waited for her coworker. Her hands slipped down the front of her shorts more than a few times as she waited for customers.

She even gave her number to a tall, lanky, blonde guy that seemed to be looking for someone he couldn’t find.

“Is that what your hair looks like in the morning?” she’d asked him.

“Maybe you’ll find out sometime,” he’d told her.

Just as she finished handing him the slip of paper with her number, she saw Adelaide stumble in through the front doors and make her way to the punch clock, still wearing her sunglasses. The thin woman punched at the keys, got it wrong a few times, then went to drop her purse and jacket off in the employee lockers.

“Nice to meet you, Tom! I’ve got to go talk to my boss now,” she said, waving goodbye to him and pulling her shirt down a little to flash the nipples of her tiny breasts.

After he left, she shut down her register and made her way up to Mr. Field’s office. He’d called her up a few times, when his Oral Assistant had been out sick or just to fuck her and have a chat about how well she did her job at the store. He was a friendly boss.

“Hey, Addy,” she said as she passed Adelaide on the stairs. “You doing okay today?”

“Ugh! I was out late at the bar. So much beer! So much tequila! So many guys fucking me! I have a nasty hangover.” Adelaide pushed her fingers into her short hair and shook her head. “I have to take it easy tonight.”

“Well, my sister says to always drink plenty of water after a night like that,” she said.

“I bet she does,” Adelaide said and continued her wobbling path down the stairs.