A Galaxy of Debt

I sigh deeply as I look around myself. I hate the hassle of changing departments. I hate training hours that shorten my paycheck. I hate learning a new call flow. It wasn’t bad enough to work in a call center, but now I had to work in a call center for a credit card company where I would be taking credit card applications for nine hours a day. Can you imagine anything more mundane? I sighed as I followed my supervisor down the hallway.

I suppose you could say it was simply another day at the office. Despite my brand new 7 am morning shift, I did attempt to look nice today. I wore a plain black pencil skirt, a teal tank top, and a sheer button down shirt with wisps of glittering thread here and there. The finishing touches of my outfit are my small teal stiletto heels and my thick black-framed glasses. Today I had dressed to impress my new supervisor. My long auburn hair was worn down, long and straight, and it tickled the top of my ass as I swayed down the hallway. If I looked at you, you’d see the teal of my shirt perfectly complimented the deep, sapphire blue of my eyes. I was tiny, standing at exactly 4 feet and 10 inches tall, so wearing five inch stilettos still left me shorter than nearly every one in the building, certainly all of the men. Now, I’m not a thin little girl despite being so small; I’m all soft curves, with a large round ass that frequently gets in the way, shapely thighs, and high, heavy breasts. So occasionally, my outfits would draw the attention of the men around me. Being so short, guys always had a nice, clear view down my cleavage.

I looked around again, listening to the constant hum of voices talking to strangers. I followed my training supervisor Joann. I giggled to myself as I compared her physically to a troll, or a female dwarf from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. She turned around and glared at me.

“Come here Allison. You’ll be nesting with Alex today,” she told me.

“Oh goodie. I’m so excited,” I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I walk up and grab a chair.

I hadn’t been paying attention when she told me whom I’d sit with at first. But suddenly, you’re in front of me. Your entire presence seems to surround me, and pull me to you. You tower above me, despite my heels, at 6 foot 4 inches. At the moment, all I see is your broad chest, currently covered by a fantastically nerdy Star Wars shirt: “Support our Troops!” I smile at the shirt and look up at you.

“You would think that after being cloned after the best bounty hunter and shooter in the galaxy, the Storm Troopers could at least hit a target maybe once, wouldn’t you?” I say.

As I look you in the eyes, you break out in a grin in response to me.

“So, is it safe to say that you’re a Star Wars fan?” You ask me.

“Oh, absolute fanatic. But, I warn you, I’m totally a dark side girl,” I smile at you, looking up at you teasingly over the rim of my glasses.

“Oh really? Well, I’ll be sure to file that away for later,” you respond. “Take a seat, my name is Alex, I suppose I’ll be coaching you for the day?”

“You have me for the next three hours,” I smile at you teasingly.

You laugh and just shake your head. For the next three hours we joke around, and debate over Star Wars versus Star Trek, and a collection of other nerdy topics.

“Thanks for letting me sit with you today,” I say as I stand up. I bend over, picking up my headphones and removing the cord that connected us. As I stand back up, I accidentally bump into you, my ass very gently rubbing against your leg.

I blush slightly and back up from you. “So, is it okay if I sit with you when I transfer out here? Most of my friends quit, and I don’t know anyone in this department that I like so far.”

I watch as you look at me, your eyes traveling down my body, moving from my long thick hair to my chest, where you can see the very top of my black lace bra for my 38D breasts peaking out above my tank top, before landing on the swell of my hips.

“You’re more than welcome to sit by me. I can’t wait to see what else we have in common,” you say as you grin at me slyly.

Again, I blush as I think about the double entendre of your words. Suddenly all I can imagine is that grin on your face, and the crinkle of the smile lines around your eyes, as you pull my hair back and tease me mercilessly. Almost as if you can see what I’ve just imagined your grin broadens.

“Uh, yeah… I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for today Alex,” I squeak as I quickly dash away. I hear your sexy, thunderous laugh behind me as you watch the sway of my ass as I move as quickly as possible.

------Two Weeks Later------

I had woken up late today, and came into work in black yoga pants, and a tight black Star Wars t-shirt that said “Sith Academy, Now Offering Scholarships”. My long auburn hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top of my head, and my glasses were perched halfway down my nose.

I perk up as you walk in, smiling at you as I see you’ve brought me Starbucks to wake me up.

“Look at what I brought you?”
“God I could just kiss you, you’re my favorite hun,” I tell you as I grin. I grab the cup, close my eyes, and take a big sip of my latte and moan, licking my lips.

I open my eyes to see you watching me with a sly smile. “Well, you could if you want, but I’m not sure we want to go to HR. A hug will do though.”

I grin at you and stand up. You’ve gotten used to me being barefoot around the office, so my hugs aren’t a surprise anymore when I stand up. I look up at you and grin, wrapping my arms around your waist and hugging you. You place one hand on the back of my head and the other one around my shoulders and pull me close.

“Anytime Alli,” you respond.

I smile and sit back down, folding my legs underneath me. “Check your email! I sent you some great ones today,” I laugh teasingly and wink at you.

Since that first day of training, we’d made it a tradition to email each other multiple conversations, usually ones filled with heaps of innuendo. You open your first email:
“Oh you know it babe. It’s smooth, warm, moist, and perfectly ready. Do you know what I am? ;) “
I watch your face as you break out laughing and turn to me, the sexy weathered lines around your eyes crinkled up as you grin at me.

“Oh REAAAAAALLY?” You respond.

I just stick my tongue out at you and laugh, as I sip my coffee in silence while you laugh at my emails.

A few hours later, as was usual, I could feel how wet my panties were. I worried that you could feel the warmth radiating from my body as I sat at my desk, biting my lip, holding in moans, at your teasing emails. I couldn’t tell if you were actually interested in me, or just enjoying

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