The Receptionist
By Fragilistic frag902@yahoo.co.uk



She started on a Friday, I remember clearly now, as it was my turn to bring
bagels into the office for breakfast.

Upon entering the lobby of our building I smiled and said "hello", and she
smiled back and returned my greeting, a pretty face framed with big round
glasses and a mass of light brown hair. Cute, I thought, as a pressed the
button and waited for the elevator to arrive.

"So you must be new here then ?" I chanced. "Yes, just started today", she
beamed back. "Well I hope they're treating you well" I replied, as the
elevator arrived to whisk me off to the 26th floor of Johnson, Mayhew and
Simmmonds.

Over the next few days I found myself at the reception desk more often than
usual, often volunteering for errands that would take me there. I was
disappointed if the new receptionist was not at the main desk, and delighted
when she was. After a few attempts I managed to strike up a reasonable
conversation with her, and learned that her name was Amber. She was 21, and
this was her first serious job after college.

It was odd that I had never seen her anywhere but behind the reception desk,
so had no idea how tall she was. She always dressed attractively, and wore
smart business suits or skirts, and often her blouse would be slightly
unbuttoned to reveal a hint of cleavage.

Then one lunchtime, probably around two weeks after she had started, I had
finished my sandwich in the company canteen and had just stood up to make my
way back to my office when the doors opened and Amber came in. I looked at her
as she strode purposefully across the canteen and my jaw fell open in surprise
and amazement. For she was huge. My brain at first couldn't place the demure
girl I spoke with at the reception with this confident amazon. She wore black
high heels and easily stood 6' tall, towering over my 5'6". As she came nearer
my heart started racing uncontrollably, I couldn't help but stare up at her in
awe.

She wore a knee length grey skirt which showed off her shapely calves, but it
was her bust that was the focus of my attention. Her white blouse seemed to be
half open, revealing a huge expanse of cleavage. My God, her breasts were
massive, and from where I stood they were at eye level.

Amber breezed past me without a care in the world, without even noticing me as
I stared up at her, my head turning around to follow her path as she strolled
purposefully past.

I fumbled my way back to my desk and sat at my cubicle, my heart pounding, my
hands shaking. I couldn't get the image of her out of my head, she was
incredible, a goddess, and I was nothing, worthless, a speck of dust at her
feet.

For the next few weeks I tried to engineer another encounter with Amber, but
it was no use, she wasn't a creature of habit, and I could never time my lunch
breaks to coincide with hers. She always seemed to be at her desk when I
arrived, and she left before me in the evenings, so the opportunity to see her
towering over me just didn't present itself. Eventually I became engrossed in
work again, and almost ceased to think about Amber.

One morning I was late arriving at the office, having had a dentist
appointment. As the elevator doors were closing I heard a voice say "hold
please", and into the elevator stepped Amber, looking stunning and smelling of
summer flowers. Immediately I stepped back against the wall as she seemed to
take up most of the available space, leaving me the corner.

"Oh hi John", she smiled. "Thanks for holding the elevator for me, I have to
take a package urgently up to Mr Johnson on 34".

"N, n, no problem", I stammered, blushing and yet unable to stop myself from
staring directly at her chest.

We were the only ones in the elevator as the morning crush had already passed,
and I turned to Amber and made a conscious effort to look her in the eye and
smiled what I hoped was my most natural smile back at her.

She was wearing one of her revealing blouses again, open, it seemed, almost to
the waist, and I found my gaze returning to her chest again.

"Wow I never realized that you were so small", she said almost to herself,
stepping in closer to me, leaving me nowhere to go. "Look, I'm way taller than
you", she giggled, moving her hand across the top of my head to indicate where
on her chest my head measured up to.

Not only was she taller than me, but she also looked incredibly solid, and I
didn't doubt that she was much stronger than me.

The lift came to a halt and the doors opened. "My floor", I managed to gasp,
and eased my way around her imposing frame and out into the corridor.

"See you around John", she called after me, and I had no doubt that she was
right.