Not having any intention of making her wait, I placed both hands on her hips and adjusted my position for the final stretch. As I did, and kept fucking her, she said, “The badge is printing.” Holding her in place I quickly accelerated my pace and knew that I would come soon. My pace picked up and I was sure she could tell.
“Damn you feel good! I’m going to come soon,” I grunted as I fucked her, quickly losing control of my movements. She could tell.
“Fuck me Joe!” she barked, “let go and come inside me!”
As my hips got a bit more frantic she moaned loudly, “Mmmm, I’m coming!”
As her breath caught and she clenched around me, I felt myself peak as well, “Coming!” I grunted, and then bucked into her uncontrollably as I started to fill her pussy. The wonderful feeling went on for a good while, and the whole time she rewarded my efforts with a wonderful moan and “yessss” sounds. I sat down, holding her to me such that I was still deep inside as I started to soften.
She typed in a few more things to the machine, then pulled her card and turned her head to me, kissing me firmly and thoroughly. “I’ll be back with your badge in a few minutes or so,” she said, then gave me another satisfied lover’s kiss before she stood and I slipped out of her. I watched as she dressed and strode out of the room before I duck-walked to the door that led to my own restroom and shower.
After refreshing myself I sat down and waited for Susan to return. To my surprise, Ms. Olson came through the door. It was not lost on me that once again she was wearing dark blue lipstick. She licked those lips and gave me an appraising look. “Very nice, Joe. Where did you get the uniform?”
I told her the story of the uniform shop and she smiled. “Well done, but you’ll need to expense that to the firm of course. Have Cindy show you how when she sets up your account later.”
As I nodded, Susan came through the door, twirling a badge around a finger. She stopped when she saw Ms. Olson. “Just stopping by to deliver his badge,” the security lady said.
Ms. Olson raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “And security’s appraisal of our new building services provider?”
Susan handed me my badge and turned to the somewhat officious acting HR rep, “Happy to report fulfilled and filled,” she winked at me, “and in that order.” Ms. Olson nodded, and Susan flashed me a smile on her way out the door.
Ms. Olson sat on my desk and smiled at me. “Off to a good start. Very nice,” she said. Then she unbuttoned her jacket, parted it, and lifted her once again sheer blouse to bare her breasts to me. “I wish I could enjoy you now, but the doctor has you next.” I took her breasts in my hands firmly squeezing them and quickly latching on to a nipple and lightly biting down. She moaned in approval and after a few moments I switched to the other while continuing to pinch the first. She stroked the back of my head, holding me to her breast as I repeated the move again. Then she pushed me back and kissed me hard, her firm nipples pressing into me. She reached down and felt my stiffening cock through my trousers. “Mr. Jeffries, although I have you started at three, would you be opposed to my visiting you when you are finished with IT?”
I pulled her to me and gave her another kiss, my hands still pinching her nipples and squeezing her wonderful tits. “It does seem appropriate to check in with my hiring manager at the end of my first day,” I said.
She nudged me away and then straightened her clothes, also checking her makeup in the mirror and wiping a bit of lipstick off my lips. “Very good Mr. Jeffries. I’ll check back at the end of the day.” She turned to go, then said over her shoulder, “By the way, Ms. Jenkins is quite particular.”
“Ms. Jenkins?” I asked.
“Our on site physician,” she winked at me, “She is here several days a month, and when she is she is considered a member of the Firm.”
I smiled, “Of course she is.”
“We offer comprehensive medical insurance, and quality medical care starts with full knowledge of a patient’s history.” She put her hand on the door handle, “And a complete physical, of course.”
“Of course,” I said quietly.
As she put her hand on the door handle she looked back at me, “By the way, I suppose Shaggy and Velma were before your time?”
“Excuse me?” I said.
“Spend a little time on google so you’ll know what I’m talking about,” she said, then winked and left the room.
“Sure,” I said to no one in particular.
In the next twenty minutes I downed a bottle of water and another bottle of pineapple juice. There were some binders on the shelves and I removed one named ‘Overview’ and sat down to browse through it. The binder contained a table of contents and what looked like dozens of plastic sleeved schematics and pages of text. I leafed through descriptions of electrical and plumbing systems, reports on past contractor performance, information on current custodial staff, specifications of the food preparation equipment and all of the building safety systems. The Byzantine floor layouts were also included, complete with labeled diagrams of the various security systems and door access points. Power supplies for these were indicated, along with failsafe conditions and emergency criteria. Searching for something that could be a physicians office or a nurse’s station, there was an office located on this very floor labeled “Medical.” Examining the map I was able to figure out how I could get there from my current location; provided of course my key card worked.