since.
Then there is TD, short for Thomas David, but he tells everyone, it's short for Touch Down. TD, who has a serious case of hero worship on Charlie, is barely 21. Short, pale and cute, I'm sure, have always been used to describe him. He has shoulder length, white blonde hair, deep blue eyes, salon tanned skin and slightly crooked, but very white teeth. He is a transplanted, metro man that blow dries his hair with a big brush to give it a little extra body and manicures his nails. He left college early, then couldn't find a job. His mother called in a favor from Mr. Connors and he was hired. As soon as I met him I knew he was another spoiled, rich kid and a Mama's boy. I've seen his type in Vegas too. I don't care for them very much, but their money is as green as everyone else's and they usually tip extravagantly because it isn't their own hard, earned money. TD is no exception. He drives a fire red Porsche. Nuff said.
The phone rings. "Run along, you two. Someone around here has to work." I tell them as I shoo them away. Turning my back on them, I answer it as they each go into their offices.
It's Charlie's young wife, Mandy. "Siri, hey, this is Mandy." She whispers. "Don't tell Charlie I called. I want to surprise him. Is he in yet?"
"Yes ma'am. That's right."
She giggles. "Good. I went shopping and have a new outfit to show him."
"He'll like that."
She giggles again. Mandy is barely 20. "Is TD in too?"
"Yes ma'am. That's right."
"Good. My outfit will make his eyes pop out of his head." She giggles so hard she can barely breathe.
It makes me chuckle despite my professional attitude. "He would enjoy that very much. Will you be stopping by later on to demonstrate your products?"
"Oh, you are good, Siri. Yes, I'm on my way now. Charlie was gone 5 days! I need a good fucking."
"Yes ma'am. Please don't describe it to me. Save your sales pitch for him."
She giggles again. "I like you, Siri."
"Likewise, ma'am. See you soon." I hang up the phone and doodle a pretend note. I could really make this budding threesome awesome. TD wants Mandy, Mandy wants TD, and Charlie wants to watch. I might just write Mandy the note when I leave.
I think back to TD's first day. Mandy surprised Charlie with an afternoon fuck. She popped in, did Charlie, then popped out. TD came out of his office in time to see her climb into her baby blue Mazda Miata, pick her recently acquired, enormous tits up and position them so she could steer and drive away.
"DAMN!" He said as he stared out the window. Charlie came out of his office, strolled to the water cooler, poured himself a cup, sipped it slowly, then turned to look at TD. The two men exchanged a long, meaningful look. TD started to grin and Charlie grinned too. They both returned to their offices without saying a word.
I watch for Mandy's Miata to pull in the lot, but she never shows. Something unexpected must have happened. I hope she is alright.
The phone rings breaking my thoughts. "Connors Chemical Corporation. This is Siri. How may I direct your call?"
"Siri, this is Mandy. My mom stopped by. I won't be able to come in this morning after all." She sounds like she has been crying.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?"
"No. I just wanted you to know. Thanks."
Hanging the phone up, I stare at it concerned. She is always so happy and bubbly. To think she has been crying breaks my heart. I immediately think of Lei. She came from an abusive family, but she made a better life for herself and she enjoys that life to the fullest. Mandy is a lot like Lei. Charlie snatches open his office door and as he hurries out. "I won't be back today. Something unexpected has come up."
Good. Go to your wife. She needs you. "Ok."
I skip lunch like I do most days the men are in the office. Too much 'harmless' flirting goes on here and I do my best to ignore it all. TD comes out of his office several times in the afternoon to chat me up, but I manage to look too busy and not
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