It was a hot day and the air conditioning at the gym had stopped working again. I tugged at my collar and gasped for breath, taking a huge gulp from my water bottle. I couldn’t wait to finish my shift. I sat impatiently behind my desk, twiddling my thumbs and doing my best to avoid doing anything productive.
I hated my job, even though I had only been there for a couple of months. My parents had forced me to get a job as a secretary as soon as I turned eighteen, in preparation for coming to work at their advertising agency when I graduated from high school. They said secretarial work was just the thing I needed to get me clued up about the exciting world of admin. Oh the joy!
I argued at the time that the gym wasn’t exactly an ideal setting if they wanted me to learn how to work for a big corporation. And I turned out to be right! My days usually consisted of opening the drinks machine every time a can of coke got stuck and occasionally giving out membership cards to new members. That was it! Of course there was the odd pointless bit of admin to do from time to time but I learned early on that it was easy to slack off. There was another secretary who worked on the gym’s front desk in the mornings, so I pretty much left her to pick up my slack. I didn’t care. I had been forced into taking a job that I didn’t want, so I made a pact with myself to as little work as possible during my time there.
I knew there was hardly any chance of me getting fired too, because Frank, the owner of the gym, was my dad’s golfing buddy. He and his son-in-law Craig ran the gym together, and they were close friends of my family. It was a definite get out of jail free card and I used it to my full advantage.
Pages
9
Format
Kindle Edition
Publisher
Mmmmore Productions
Release
September 21, 2016
The Secretary Spanked, Spread, and Stuffed A Rough Double Team Office Sex Erotica Story: A Rough Double Team Office Sex Erotica Story
It was a hot day and the air conditioning at the gym had stopped working again. I tugged at my collar and gasped for breath, taking a huge gulp from my water bottle. I couldn’t wait to finish my shift. I sat impatiently behind my desk, twiddling my thumbs and doing my best to avoid doing anything productive.
I hated my job, even though I had only been there for a couple of months. My parents had forced me to get a job as a secretary as soon as I turned eighteen, in preparation for coming to work at their advertising agency when I graduated from high school. They said secretarial work was just the thing I needed to get me clued up about the exciting world of admin. Oh the joy!
I argued at the time that the gym wasn’t exactly an ideal setting if they wanted me to learn how to work for a big corporation. And I turned out to be right! My days usually consisted of opening the drinks machine every time a can of coke got stuck and occasionally giving out membership cards to new members. That was it! Of course there was the odd pointless bit of admin to do from time to time but I learned early on that it was easy to slack off. There was another secretary who worked on the gym’s front desk in the mornings, so I pretty much left her to pick up my slack. I didn’t care. I had been forced into taking a job that I didn’t want, so I made a pact with myself to as little work as possible during my time there.
I knew there was hardly any chance of me getting fired too, because Frank, the owner of the gym, was my dad’s golfing buddy. He and his son-in-law Craig ran the gym together, and they were close friends of my family. It was a definite get out of jail free card and I used it to my full advantage.