Thread: Working Hard or Hardly Working (Kassy & Bevatoria)

Michael blinked. She'd repeated the oath almost perfect, and yet his head couldn't help but tilt in mock confusion. Not at what she'd said, necessarily, but at what he'd heard . Did she really say Green Lantern's cock? His own smile was large and awkward as she corrected herself and Mike laughed, as if she'd said something else. But the word he'd heard stuck in his head. Cock. His mind conjured an image of her on her knees, sucking him off as he wore a green lantern uniform, which wouldn't work, because he was fat, but still, she looked good doing- Help. He focused on the word help. For as little actual programming as Michael had done while he was here, between osmosis of introducing so many employees and his own skills which had not been fully utilized, he could probably fairly easily do Kassandra's job for her. Although he couldn't, given he had his own job to do. Yeah, sure. No problem. Truth be told, for the attractive, seductive blonde, he probably would have said yes even if he didn't know what she had to do. Maybe it had to do with her smile, the way she was pushing her breasts together....or the puppy dog eyes. The look he'd never been able to resist ever since he turned 16 roughly eleven years ago or so. So, for QA- that's quality assurance- your job is to check lines of code and find errors. But even that.... Michael bumbled his way from behind the cart to her desk, only noticing now that no programs other then the basic ones open on her screen. He couldn't help but notice how much better the view down her blouse was from here, too. ...is mostly automated. His hand went to her mouse, brushing her somewhere on he body on the way by as he opened a few programs for her - email, internet explorer, and Nascent, the company's productivity tool. He frowned in thought, but started at the queue screen. So here's your work queue of programs to check. There were seven lines in the 'queue' and he clicked on one, which quickly opened up to a screen of what was to most, indecipherable gibberish. Then you click the 'scan' button, and the program goes through the thousands lines of code to find any defects. Now, your job - and the first error came up quickly. -is to determine if the code is an actual problem, or just a duplicate. He looked at the highlighted text, his quick eyes determining that this was a duplicate line. Then you just click on the 'duplicate' button. On the right side, there were three buttons, and he moved the mouse over, hearing it 'click' as his left finger pressed down on it. His elbow brushed her chest again, and he was getting more and more aware of how close they were as he did her job for her. Just keep on doing that until you're done, and then you can review the lines of code before you submit them for fixing. He pulled his hand away from the mouse, looking at her. Sound good? Whether it did or not, after she responded, he continued. I can come by in an hour to check on you if you want...it'll be our little secret. Her not knowing Nascent, or how to check code, would be a pretty big deal - everyone here was a computer science graduate Michael wasn't, he was mostly self taught with an interest in coding himself some day. Even as the smile lingered on his face, he frowned. Was she coming on to him? Was that why she was pretending to not know how to do her job? As he stepped back from her desk, about to pull the cart away, he turned back to her. An easy thing to do given how attractive she was. His cock was hardening, poorly concealed in his loose slacks he'd have to do something about that later and 'reset'. Hey, uh, do you want to do something after work? Mike was known for asking every young, single woman in the office out shortly after they were hired being one of the few people who interacted with everyone in the office had its advantages even if he was always turned down. Like, a drink, or dinner? Just as a 'get to know ya' type thing. He sure wanted to know her, all right. In ways she probably wouldn't like if she could see inside his head, where he was thinking about a button on her blouse popping open how did those things stay in there and her not fixing it, or undoing it more for him...