The Document Searchers by Karen Blayne

 

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author ©2014. All copies must be of the complete document. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

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She’d heard a rumour that they had budget for a student. The nonprofit amassed documents from lots of different sources and some were still in paper format. Why they hadn’t got organised and advertised in February like everyone else she didn’t know, it was almost July now for heaven's sake. Still with her finances they way they were at the moment any job would do. She found the office tucked away with lots of green organisations, were there really so many different ones trying to save well practically everything, even more co-ops including solar power ones. She tapped on the open door, “Yes?” “I’m looking for Cody?” “You’ve found him, now what can I do for you?” “Oh I’m a student and heard you’re looking for someone to do some data entry?” Cody looked at the banker’s boxes piled high at the side of his desk and blinked. “You know I do believe I am.” He hunted round the desk and finally came up with a sheet of paper. “Here we are, but I missed the University deadline for a student for the summer.” “Well you’ve got work and I need money so we could omit the sending the job into the University side of things.” She smiled hopefully. “Computer and scanner in the corner, this pile first and off you go.” He turned back to the document he was reading on his desk.

Amber opened the first banker’s box and put a stack of paper in the scanner’s hopper. She organised an empty box to put the scanned documents in and set to work. “Oh proofread the documents when they’ve been scanned.” She glanced at the clock five pm, time for home. “What time shall I come in the morning?” “Is that the time, I’m usually in for eight and it’s a seven-hour day.” She didn’t dare ask what the rate of pay was. Still, it had to be better than minimum wage didn’t it. It was the last week of July before he asked her what her bank account details were and July 31^st before her wages were paid into her bank account, rather more than minimum wage then. By the third week of August she’d scanned her way through the backlog and by 2:30 pm she was left with nothing to do. She pondered her options. $35 an hour was $35 an hour when all was said and done. Term started the first week of September she glanced at her boss, well making out was a good a way to pass the time as any and she still had two weeks to go before term started. She stood behind him and worked her fingers and thumbs over his neck and shoulders through his fine cotton shirt as he worked on the spreadsheet in front of him.

 

The phone rang and he answered it, well there was always the phone game, the one where you blew your boy friend whilst he was talking to his family, it had been a while since she’d played it. She knelt down in front of him and let her fingers do the walking. An erection, that was good she gave herself a point for that. She unzipped him very gently and felt him twitch in the chair. She paused and waited until he was speaking once more then lowered her lips over his erection. She tried to remember everything she knew about male sensitive bits even back to the magazine article in the teen magazine she’d read years ago, the battered copy with drawings being handed down from elder sister to siblings then on to friends. She couldn’t see boys magazines going into the same detail. The copy of Playboy she’d managed to sneak a look at once had had obscenely shaped women grinning as if they were thinking of how much they were being paid to display their fantasy bodies to mere males but no details on how to please a girl sexually. She heard an intake of breath and felt his balls tighten she paused then very very gently caressed his rod with her lips, nothing to it. Above her he tried valiantly to carry on the conversation but eventually he gave up “I’ll call you back later, something has just erupted in the office.” And replaced the receiver, well that was one way to put it.

“I’ve just had the strangest conversation, he had to hang up because something had erupted in the office.” Jasmine looked up and giggled “Well he did hire a summer student, you don’t think she was blowing him do you?” “We’ll see.”

“What are you doing?” “Well I’d run out of things to scan so I was just playing, you don’t mind do you?”

“I think she’s been fooling around with him.” “Really?” “Well all the back log has been entered and suddenly she’s on an hour’s overtime a day.” “Good for her.” “You don’t think we should do anything do you?” “Spoil him you mean? Well his last suggestion is saving us a million a year and the turnover in that office is high.” “You mean if he’s getting his oats from his student he’s less likely to leave?” “Exactly, Brad’s off playing golf this afternoon I’ll just put it in the signature book for his signature before he goes.” “Thank god for golf days. Otherwise, we'd never get anything signed.” “Pass her name and details over.”

“An internal envelope for you.” She looked at it and opened it. “I didn’t think they did this sort of thing?” He took it from her. “You’ve got the managerial gold student package I see.” “Managerial?” “Usually reserved for upper management’s offspring, they are legendary, transfer your student loan, interest free for ten years, all your book costs are covered, all your fees are covered up to three years of post grad if you want to do it. Sometimes they come with a free apartment. That’s odd it has a condition that you must put in two hours work a week even in term time.” “So do I get an apartment then?” “Well the only corporate one here is mine, I suppose you could have the spare bedroom.” She purred.