Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Things were good at Carter Investments, working there had always been a pleasure for his employees. They were looked after well and nobody was left to want for anything. There was a very low turn over rate and everybody was willing to pick up the slack of one or a couple who were having a bad day. All of this changed a month ago though. Carter's daughter Missy showed up at the beginning of summer and she was supposed to be there to help. Unfortunately she had been proving herself to be more distraction and nuisance than anything else. An office assistant is what they understood her position to be was. About the only part of her job that was actually accomplished, was talking on the phone. One might think so much time on the phone, it might actually get answered. Missed calls and refusal to get off her ass unless it was to act the cocktease was slowly coming to a head. Four men in particular were close to a breaking point with the young woman. They had all worked their asses off to get where they are and the boss's daughter was proving to be nothing but a thorn in their side. Nothing could be said to her because of her familial backing and even if something was said, they doubted she would listen. A couple snide remarks had been made in her presence but who knew if she could tell they were about her. All in all, Missy was a waste of space and time. A hot young blonde with a fuckable body waste of space, but that novelty had begun to wear off. It was first break in the day and the coffee room was empty aside from those four who had quite enough of the slacker. Did you see what the fuck she is wearing today? Mark asked. He was just over six feet and obviously had a body that was looked after. His suits always pulled nicely to his body without being blatant about anything. In his mid thirties, it wasn't hard for his blue eyes and black hair to draw female attention. How could I not? quipped up Steven. He had a smirk on his face that wasn't exactly unattractive but he didn't exactly stop women in their tracks. Once they got him into bed though, or at least his pants off, most turned into begging little cock hounds. Too bad she is such a bitch. I would love to bend her over every little piece of furniture in this building. Kyle, the youngest of the group spoke up next, Yeah, but what can we do though? She's the boss's daughter and she barely looks at any of us unless it is to glare after asking her to do something. He had a bookish look about him and was decidedly average on most fronts. Victor had been quiet the whole time, listening and contemplating what the others said as they continued to blast Missy and describe what they would like to do to her. After a few minutes of this he finally spoke up, Hey, the boss leaves early today and I think a few others are out of town, Megan has that birthday party for her daughter. Why don't we, ahhh, extract a little extra work from her? After hours of course... A light spackle of silver hair strands could just be seen at Victor's temples, placing him in his forties. He looked after himself also and there was no sign of that old age fat starting to grow on him.