"So when those elevator doors opened and I saw that cocoa-skinned Dominican female..."
I don’t know where you live reader, but here in New York Spring’s definitely in the air. Women’s tops have plunged lower, the skirts are higher, and everybody’s ready to get their rut on.
Spring’s effect has been heightened this week by my office’s temporary receptionist. Our regular gal’s been away so we’ve hired a temp. And all I can say is Wow!
Regular readers know I’m a sucker for dark-skinned women. So when those elevator doors opened on Monday and I saw that statuesque, cocoa-skinned Dominican female at the front desk I was like, “Cancel your appointments Lodo.”
After I get settled into my cubicle I went back to the front to introduce myself.
“Hey there,” I said as I extended my hand, “I’m Lodo. You’re new, eh?”
“Just for two weeks,” she answered as she looked me up and down. “You just came in a minute ago with that scooter, right?”
“Yep. So,...you wanna make some small talk?”
“Sure,” she said with a laugh, behind teeth so white they looked like porcelain. She shifted ‘round in her chair and despite my best efforts I know my eyes dropped down toward her exposed thighs.
“What’s your name?’ I asked.
“Leta.”
“Leta, wow. Almost like mine. ...Sooo,..how’s it going?”
Again she looked me up and down.
“..Maybe I’d better get back to work,” she answered.
So reader, that was that--at least in terms of small talk. I can take a hint. The rest of the week’s just been hi/goodbye as I ventured to my appointments.
But its been so funny to see this girl’s effect on the office. Nothing like a hot piece of ass to fuck-up the unity of a group. Worse than thievery.
That afternoon I passed the front desk and there was the V.P. of our company--the very married V.P. with Leta.
“So if you want to place the caller on speakerphone you just push this button here,” he said as he leaned over her shoulder from behind.
“I don’t think Margie want me to use that,” Leta responded.
“Oh okay--if that’s what Margie said,” he stammered,”but it may come up where you have to. Now, if you want to make a conference call, you just...”
“Ms. Margie said I’m only supposed to answer the phones and sign for the packages. She wants me to review this list of phone extensions before lunchtime. She gonna test me.”
“Okay, right. Whatever Margie told you to do. Its just...you never know what might come up.”
Um hm.
Next morning I rolled-in from the elevator only to bump into the UPS guy; the Fed-Ex guy, and our building’s maintenance man. If Leta had to sign for anything I never saw it; yet they were all huddled ‘round her desk. The maintenance man’s foot rested on a box marked FRAGILE as he chatted her up.
“See with my company, I automatically get three weeks vacation. Plus I’ve got sick days and personal days.”
Leta looked at him seemingly impressed, as the other two guys chimed-in. But as I passed she subtly rolled her eyes and smiled. She was pretty discreet the way she did it. The investigator in me took notice.
* NOTE: Due to the length of this post, I'm going to have to split it into at least one more part. I must warn readers that this may be one of those ill-fated posts that dies before completion. I'd have probably held back on it, but I don't like to go more than 3 or 4 days w/out a post. Come back in a few days and I promise to have...something for you. And thanks for reading!
6 comments:
I use to work in an office that had a receptionist that was a very nice women, buy on the hot meter about a 4, just an average looker. She was one of the most productive people who work there. She just sat at her desk with her head down and worked. She would be friendly, but all conversations with co-worker would only last seconds, and then back to work.
She became pregnant and was going to be out for a couple of months so the powers hired a temp. And what a temp. Looking back now she would remind me of the Jessica Rabbit character in the "Who Shot Roger Rabbit" movie. She was very sexy in every way. Well anyway the office productivity went crashing down as soon as she took over the receptionist duties. She could never get anything done because there was always a guy hanging around her desk with their tongue hanging out drooling all over her desk. I on the other hand kept it strictly business, except for the 10 or 20 times we did meet in my imagination in my shower.
A sexy beautiful women could take over the world if they wanted to, I really think that is true.
Good post Lodo.
I don't know if it was intentional, but I like that you dropped the 'everybody's ready to get their rut on' at the beginning of a piece about office culture.
the two concepts are perfectly in harmony with one another, but we're not supposed to think they are.
Spence, unless you work in an E.R. or fly a plane or something, Im quite certain sex is on everybody's mind all the time at the office. I've imagined having sex with every woman I've ever worked with. Everyone.
That just cracks me up. I can say for sure I have not imagined having sex with every guy I've ever worked with. That is hilarious.
I definitely see the seeds of a future post Ava. I can say a lot about this subject.
I've imagined having sex with every woman I've ever worked with. Everyone........I thought I was the only person in the world to feel that way. It did creep me out every time I use to visit my Grandmother............Just kidding about my Grandmother.
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