The Weekend Tutor 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. All copies must be of the complete document. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

Jasmine came into her cubical looking panic stricken, “My computer’s gone off.” Kayla followed her back and wiggled the mouse and the screen lit up again. “Oh was that all it was? I wish I understood more about these computer things. How do you print an email again?” Kayla showed her once again. “Any other questions?” “Can you get pregnant if you put his thingy in your mouth?” Kayla reassured her you couldn’t and suggested talking to her doctor about going on the pill. Jasmine carefully wrote it down to remind herself. Then she undid another button on her blouse before taking in Ryan his coffee. Ryan was something else. He’d been there nearly four months, and had decided that change was good for people so every month end they all had to change offices. People tried calling in sick on the day of the move so they wouldn’t have to move, it had worked the first two months but now he was wise to it and you got moved anyway.

Kayla was desperately looking for another job, anything away from the micromanaging twit who thought he was god’s gift to women and as to training courses well they were an expense so to be kept to the bare minimum. At one of his weekly inspirational team meetings he even went so far as to say if people needed training to do their job they would be replaced with some one who knew what to do. Ryan had caught her once in the elevator alone and just run his hand under her skirt despite her protests. She was just updating her resume when Victoria came in. “Come with me to HR.” She begged, Ryan went with her. When they got there Victoria asked how did she make a harassment compliant and got asked if there were any witnesses. “No but just listen.” She played back a recording of Ryan’s voice saying if she wanted her training form signed all she had to do was sleep with him. “Oh dear.” She looked at Kayla, “Do you want to report anything?” “Well he did put his hand up my skirt in the elevator even when I asked him not to.” “Well thank you leave it with us.”

That afternoon they were all summoned to the big conference room. “I’m Joe and as from today I’ll be taking over Ryan’s role. It’s a pre-retirement placement for me and no doubt they’ll be looking for someone to replace me in a few months. I trust you all know what you’re doing and can get on without too much supervision. Jasmine has accepted a role with sales and will be replaced by Mrs. Martin who will be joining us shortly. She’ll be keeping track for me as she’s much better at project management than I.”

Two months later and Kayla couldn’t think of a nicer manager. Mrs. Martin had come round and solicited people’s views on which cubical they would like or rather what was more important to them. Kayla had said she preferred something quieter and that’s exactly what she got that plus an email saying whilst Joe recognised that many people looked forward to a monthly change of cubical he found it confusing when he wanted to find someone so this move would be the last in the foreseeable future. Victoria’s training had been approved together with an email saying how much was left in the training budget if any one was interested. Kayla submitted an application for training in project management software as she still didn’t fully understand what a Gantt chart was and what it represented. The only downside was Joe himself looked a bit glum. She asked Mrs. Martin about it “Well its all a bit old hat to him, he can do it and do it well, but I think he was looking forward to a change when he retired.”

She took the time to go and see Jasmine and see how she was getting on in sales. “I’m a sales person motivator.” she announced grandly. “I get paid ever such a lot of bonus if the whole team makes its targets. Ten times what my basic pay is. They assigned me to the team that wasn’t doing so well. I have a little graph on my computer that shows if they are red, amber or green meaning likely to make their targets or not. They were all on red to start with but since I’ve started popping into see them each morning and giving them a hug and a kiss on the cheek they’ve cheered up a little. They get two kisses on the lips for an amber and to choose which outfit I wear in the office if they get a green. I’m allowed to buy a new outfit if at least three of them get green in a day so I let the highest scoring one help me choose. Tony chose this outfit all the way down to the underwear. I haven’t decided yet how I’m going to reward them if they all get green for a whole week but I think they might soon.” “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” “That’s what the sales director said as well. He’s ever such a nice man and takes me out to lunch with some of the customers from time to time.” Bill came up behind Jasmine and ran his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts. “I’ve just sold 20,000 so that’s ten minutes of fondling these lovely breasts.” Kayla looked surprised, “Oh its alright he’s allowed to do that when he’s sold 20,000 extra ones but its five minutes not ten Bill. You have to keep an eye on them or they take advantage.” Jasmine’s nipples stood out hard against her silk blouse and Kayla noticed her bra was rather indecently low cut. Bob arrived, “50,000 of the cancelled order shifted, that’s ten minutes of my lips against yours.” Jasmine nodded, “Oh and thank you for mentioning going to the doctors for the pill I’d have never of thought about it.” Bill and Bob paused for a moment, glanced at each other then Bob knelt down in front of her and lifted her skirts showing the silk stockings and belt that Tony had selected, he tugged a ribbon and Jasmine’s silk knickers were whisked out of the way and his head was soon buried between her thighs. “I didn’t mean those lips.” started Jasmine but then moaned “Oh go on then.” Kayla thought it was time to leave. Perhaps she ought to buy Jasmine a watch as she was sure that neither Bill nor Bob would be keeping an eye on the time.

She wondered idly about motivating Joe in the same way. She’d try Tony’s idea of stockings rather than tights. She slipped out to buy some then she slipped to the washroom and took off her bra then put her blouse back on and changed her tights to stockings then drifted into his office and sat down in his lap and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t taste too bad. She took his hand and cupped her breast with it. “This isn’t leading up to a sexual harassment is it?” “Certainly not I’d draw the line at sexual intercourse but if you happened to brush against my clothing occasionally I wouldn’t object. Besides keeping your hands warm and squeezing something soft is suppose to help arthritis, and even if you haven’t got any it might put off the fateful day.” Joe laughed “Tuesday and Thursday mornings I’d better put you in my calendar for a one on one meeting.” He ran his finger over her knickers “Is this acceptable?” “Well it’s clothing.”

After a week or two as Joe became more experienced with her body she found her body became more responsive which left her a little distracted for the rest of the day. She didn’t want to go any further with Joe but maybe Jonathan, the quiet programmer. Next Thursday she brought in a pillow and placed it on the test room floor. “It’s an emergency so I need you in the test room for a few moments.” “Lie back with your head on the pillow, I’ll just loosen you clothing.” “Oh some sort of first aid is it?” She lowered her lips on his rod until it was hard then lowered herself onto him. “God that’s better.” “Emergency?” “Well if you must know I’ve been encouraging Mr. Arnott to fondle me twice a week as an incentive to him not to retire but to stay on as manager. Trouble is he gets me worked up but fumbles so much he just leaves me in an uncomfortable state so I thought I’d relieve myself with you. I mean most men don’t know where things are I think they should be tutored at school or something.” “I’m not sure I do.” “Well I’m free this weekend to start your lessons, my place or yours?”