Daily Office Routine
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
The office routine here was a 'bit' different, far from humdrum and never a dull moment!

Daily Office Routine

SMACK! OOOWWWHHH! Keith went staggering backwards, his face felt as if it had
been hit by something hard and strong, it burnt with pain and he was easily
going to lose his balance if he hadn't fell back against the desk. As he
steadied himself his nose throbbed, his eyes stinged, his head pounded. He
sniffed, snorted, breathed in through his nose, it hurt and was difficult to
breath, he felt a lump of 'something' move. It travelled up his nose and into
his mouth, a second later he had the taste of blood, but that wasn't the worst
of his worries.

As the man held himself up against the desk he looked in front of him at the
person, the woman who was responsible for his current predicament. He, Keith,
was 32 and at 6' 2" and broad shouldered he was most certainly not a wimp of a
man, and yet he felt as if he was in trouble. In front of him was Chloe, at 19
she was just a slip of a girl compared to him, and also compared to him she
was a lot smaller and after all just a woman. But that was only on the
surface, in reality there was more to her than meets the eye, but to be fair,
she was very nice on the eye, very nice indeed.

Chloe, was a young woman, fresh out of all that education stuff and now making
her way in life, and she certainly had a way of driving herself forward! She
was a small girl, in height that is, some might say tiny, but she had learnt
to use this to her advantage. Those who had indeed said she was tiny had only
driven this girl to show that she might be small, but just like diamonds and
dynamite, she was both beautiful and desirable as well as being both powerful
and destructive!

She had blossomed into a very attractive young woman, with her slight, but
very well formed body, her legs, torso and arm where all shapely and strong,
from her time in the gym, her chest was firm and well-formed for a small
woman. Her face was young and pretty, with her sweet mouth, cute nose, deep
dark eyes and those sexy large round glasses, that ordinarily would have
looked silly, but on her looked 'Wow!'

Then there was her quite long dark black hair, but as she liked to stand out,
it had bold white highlights throughout. Her hair was tied up into a large
neat bun at the back of her head, this was all part of her professional, smart
look, her formal appearance for working in an office. With her high heeled
shoes, not too high as she didn't want to overstate her pettiness and lovely
looks, then there was the classic skirt suit, plain dark and smart, and the
white blouse underneath, but still this had a look of some style.

The woman, Chloe, pushed her glassed back up her face and then she took a leap
forward and towards then man, who'd fallen against the desk. As she went up
she throw her leg around and went into a quite spectacular spin, Keith was
shocked at how quick and seemingly effortlessly the girl had moved. But he
knew what was coming next and as much as he tried to moved out of the way and
away from the desk he couldn't. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he
watched the girl raise further up into the air and her legs spin around,
followed by the rest of her body.

The man watched as the woman spun, he could see the look on her face as she
went around, a mixture of anger and of delight on her face as she called out
"HIIIIYYYYAAA" as she went around. His eyes moved and now where fixed on the
girl's shoe, plain, black with the small heel, but not too small, as it came
around he couldn't take his eyes off of it. He knew what was coming, but still
it was like his feet were glued to the floor and no matter how he tried he
couldn't move, until WHACK!

Chloe's shoe came thundering around, it took a second for the woman to throw
her body around in that spin, certainly no time for her target to get out of
the way. The sound of the dainty woman's shoe smashing into the side of the
large man's face echoed around the office they were in, as did the sound of
the man exhaling and his cry of pain. As the woman carried on spinning,
rotating completely around Keith went flying backwards and over the desk.

Chloe completed her summersault and now landed on the foot that had delivered
that striking blow, she was also in a position to watch as the tall, broad,
strong man went spinning himself. As it was all going on in slow motion, the
girl could see that the man was turning around in mid-air as he travelled
through the air and over the desk. His unbuttoned jacket moved around knocking
against and scattering the various papers and other stuff that lay on top of
the desk. Then as he passed over the desk and over to the other side Keith
went head first down to the floor, disappearing past the desk and out of
sight. But for the man the whole thing had gone a lot quicker.

As the shoe had slammed into the side of his head there had been this almighty
bursting pain. It felt as if his whole head had just erupted and took less
than a second for him to taken off of his feet and be sent shooting over the
desk and down onto the other side THUD! It was undoubtedly the most single
painful thing the man had felt in ... ... , well most probably, ever. He went
down head first into the office carpet and crumpled up in a heap there.

Keith lay there for a few moment as his head went spinning around and finally
all the pieces fell into place, his eyes were open and staring, even if there
was a glazed vacant look in them. Slowly they started to focus and there were
a pair of shoes with legs attached, mind you they were at a wired angle, or
was that just because he was? Chloe had come around the desk and looked down
at the poor excuse for a man as he lay there on the floor all contorted and
mess up. She pushed her glasses back up her face and WHACK! OOOHHHHH!

Her shoe drove into his mangled body, too make sure he was at least still
conscious and she could get a reaction out of him, which she did, so she
kicked him again, and again. The office once more filled with the sound of
harsh blows being dished out and of a weak male being on the receiving end
WALLOP! UUUUHHHHH!

Under this particular office was the ground floor of the building, and at this
moment the main doors had opened and a good looking, older, yet quite
noticeable woman entered the establishment. This office block, that was
neither too big, nor too small, was home to a well establish, but not too
large or nor too small, Public Relations company. The firm was Pratt, Pratt
and Smyth not a major player in the PR world but not a small bean either, it
had its own three story office block in a quite good part of the city and had
been around for a number of years now.

It did a good business and turned over a nice little profit each year, enough
to keep those that worked there happy, content and with a nice amount of money
in their pockets. But as with most businesses, what you saw on the outside was
a little bit different from what you got behind closed doors. Take the woman
who had just walked in, Carol, there was more to her than meets the eye.
Carol, or Miss King to those who worked there, she was the senior secretary in
the firm and worked directly with and for Mr Pratt, the senior, Mr Pratt, the
younger and Mr Smyth, the not so old or young.

She had been there at the start when Mr Pratt, the senior, had started the
business, then some years later when Mr Smyth had come on board and the
business had expanded and when very recently the young Mr Pratt had also
joined the board. During this time she had 'moulded' the directors, the senior
managers, the consultants and the assistants that worked there. She had every
man there working just how she wanted them to work! The senior Mr Prat was
wrapped around Miss Kings little finger, Mr Smyth was well and truly under
Miss Kings heel. As for the young Mr Pratt, he was very new, but was easily
going to be putty in her experience hands. Yes, Carol 'enjoyed' her 'job' as a
secretary here! Secretary, even senior secretary she might be in title, but
Miss Kings was much, much more than that in reality. Each assistant, each PR
consultant, each manager, each director, each one a man, had their own private
secretary, each one a female, and Miss King controlled 'her' group of loyal
ladies.

On the outside this was a male dominated work force, men in the offices, doing
the business, running the company, and the women where either secretaries or
receptionists. Well that's how it looked, on the outside!

As Carol went through the reception area towards the lifts she noticed a
youthful delivery lad at the desk, Donna the tall brunette there had just
called through to get someone else to take over on the desk whilst she showed
the lad where he could put his delivery! The brunette smiled at the cute lad,
patted his nice arse and guided him towards the door of the supplies cupboard,
Carol grinned as she knew that the lad would get more than he bargained for in
there with her. But was happy that, knowing Donna, she would at least tidy up
after she was finished dealing with his 'delivery!'

Carol carried on to the lifts and went up to the first floor, as normal and
when she got to work, Miss King would like to take a tour of the offices,
seeing how her group of dedicated secretaries where 'getting on' today. The
layout of the first floor, the consultants floor, and the second floor the
managers floor, was the same. Each 'office' was the same, a door lead into the
smaller secretaries' area, then there was the through door that went into
either the consultants or mangers larger office area. The 'walls' that made up
the corridor where mostly frosted glass, which had, every now and again, a
clear part, this allowed a sort of viewing area into either the secretary's
area or the main office area.

These clear 'viewing' points where exactly at Miss King's height, well she had
OK'd the plans and decoration of the office some time ago, and thought these a
good idea so she could 'keep an eye' on people and how they 'worked!'

Miss King looked through the first clear glass area, no one in the secretary's
office area, she moved further down, and 'Arh there they are!'

Carol watched as Chloe was with Mr Keith, Miss King liked to call all the men
Mr. it made them feel as if they were important! The tiny secretary was
pulling her 'boss' up by his tie using one hand whilst she lay into him with
her other, clenched fist hand, smacking him hard and bloodying his face up
nicely. Carol had already noticed the large pile of files on Chloe's desk and
thought that Mr Keith probably deserved and 'firm' reminded of exactly how
much 'work' per day a secretary was expected to actually get to do. Certainly
not that much! But then again Mr Keith was quite new here and needed a firm
hand in getting around how 'we do things here!'

That was why Miss King had assigned Chloe to the new Mr Keith, the young girl
had a way with new members of staff, she would break them or train them, and
she was good at that! Satisfied so far Carol moved onto the next office, that
of Mr Paul and his secretary Carmela.

Again the secretary's area was empty, so she spied through the glass into the
main office, Carol smiled as she looked in. There was the dark beauty that was
Carmela, she was sat on top of the main desk, her long lush legs crossed and
dangling over the side of the desk. In front of her and on his knees was Mr
Paul and he was busy cleaning his desirable, leggy securities shoes with his
tongue, part of his punishment for disturbing her a short while earlier.

Carol had missed that part, but as she knew Carmela it probably had something
to do with her nails, which she was current filing and polishing as she sat on
the desk. As it happened it was about her nails, Mr Paul had come out of his
office and asked if his secretary, Carmela, could she stop seeing to her nails
and do some typing for him. Not an unreasonable request, as he was her 'boss'
and she was the secretary, but then again this was not your ordinary office
and not an ordinary officer secretary!

The attractive black woman had flashed a very disagreeable look at the man and
Mr Paul had suddenly wished he'd done all the work himself instead. An annoyed
looking Carmela had been stopped from doing her nails, she gets up and stormed
over to a now worried looking Mr Paul, then suddenly she'd drove her foot hard
between his legs. When the man had called out in pain and slowly started to
drop down to his knees the woman had grabbed him, spun him around and tossed
him back into his office through the open door.

Inside the man's office his secretary had rebuked him some more, she kicked
him, slapped him hard, spinning him around then grabbed the man and ripped his
jacket off. She'd then send her fist into his back, hurting Mr Paul and
dropping the man in agony down to his knees. Carmela had pulled up her skirt
and then stepped over the man and gripped the kneeling man's head firmly
between her long legs, her firm thighs had a tight hold as she squeezed and
gave the man even more hurt and pain. Plus, giving him a chance for his to
think on and contemplate what he'd done wrong.

When the man's head was close to exploding she had released him, the black
woman then dragged him over to his desk, got on it herself and gave him the
task of cleaning her shoes, while she went back to filing her nails. When she
was happy, Carmela, put her hands out in front of her and inspected her nails,
'yes just right!' Then she looked down at the grovelling white man cleaning
her shoes, and he was just in the right position!

Without warning Carmela's hands came down so quick and dug into the back of
the unprepared man ARRRRHHHHH! Mr Paul screamed as those expertly filed and
very sharp nails pieced through his shirt and into his back. There was a
moments pause as the man screwed up his face, closed his eyes and thought 'OH
SHIT!' Then to make her 'point' even clearer Carmela drew her hands back
towards her, dragging her nails, ripping his shirt as she very painfully
racked the man's back with those sharp spikes of hers. This would be the last
time Mr Paul disturbed Carmela when she was doing her nails!

Caro smiled, it was good to see her secretaries getting their priorities
right, dealing with all the 'essential' jobs first and foremost, but also
managing to get any annoying little irritations out of the way as well! Miss
King carried on with her tour, as she past a mirror she could not resist
taking a look in it and checking her look, and she looked good. No one would
guess that the older, yet attractive blond was about to celebrate that
landmark of ... ... ... No, no one looking at her would believe that, as she
certainly did look far too good for her age.

At the far end of the corridor was another set of lifts and next to them was
the staff room and kitchen, the door was open and Carol could clearly see her
girls Julia, the blond and Trinity the brunette. The two secretaries where
stood there having a natter whilst enjoying their tea, nothing unusual about
that, also there was both Mr James and Mr Edmond. These where the ladies
'boss' but, as it was with this place, not the ones in charge. Both men looked
as if they had been on the receiving end of a 'strong talking to!' They had
both been roughed up quite a bit and their scuffed up and damaged clothing
matched their busied and bleeding faces.

The men had obviously lost out to the two women as both men were down on the
floor, still conscious, just about, and in pain. This was added to by the fact
that the women, who stood there still blissfully talking, where stood on the
men! Julia was stood with one of her high heeled shoe digging into Mr James'
chest whilst the other heel slowly rotated deep into Mr Edmond's upper body.
Similarly, Trinity was also stood on both men her heels where equally 'well
placed' so that each man could feel the point. One of her high heels was
pushed into the groin of Mr Edmond, whilst Mr James injured the blunt pain of
her other heel in his crotch!

Carol got into the lift and went to the next floor, the scene there was very
similar, the mangers here on the second floor where equally and ably
'assisted' by their secretaries, just like the consultants were on the first
floor!

Miss King moved down the second floor corridor, in the first set of offices
she watched as Ki, a quite exquisite and attractive young woman from the far
east was locked in a 'full' and active 'discussion' with her 'boss' Mr Wayne
about the virtues of regular exercise and its place in the office SMACK! The
Asian woman drove her fist upwards and caught the man nicely under the jaw,
giving his something to think about as well as sending his staggering back.
But there was more to come as the woman moved quickly forward, garbed onto the
falling man's arm, dragging him back towards her and turning, all at the same
time THUD!

This allowed the woman to easily send the already stunned man flying over her
shoulder and once more impose the secretaries firm belief that a good physical
workout was both possible and workable even in an office environment. It also
had many benefits. One, it was enjoyable, as Ki pulled Mr Wayne back up onto
his feet, she smiled as she smashed her fist into his gut and then took him
back down with a sharp, quick hip toss. Two, it promoted a better working
environment, Ki slammed her foot once, twice, three times into Mr Wayne's sore
gut as he lay on the floor, making him more attentive towards her. And Three,
it bonded and produced trust between work colleagues, Ki came down onto Mr
Wayne, pulled his head back with one hand and throw her arm around his neck.
Mr Wayne wondered what the delightful Ki would do now, then her arm began to
squeeze him tight!

Further alone and Mr Christian in the next office was having a few 'staff'
member problems, that was unusual here. The hardworking, teetotal, none smoker
Mr Christian had, politely asked, his secretary if she wouldn't mind not
smoking so much! He was pointing out the rules on smoking and the law when the
tall redhead, Jenny, stood up and stared at him! She had taken this to heart
and didn't like the man's attitude so she would have to have a little 'talk'
with him and point out the 'benefits' of smoking to him.

Firstly, there was Jenny's talk on the health benefits, as she drove her knee,
very hard, into the man's groin. As the sunned man had begun to double over,
Jenny had reached out and grabbed onto his head with both her hands. She
wrenched his head back upwards and SMACK! The woman's long bright red hair had
gone everywhere as she'd thrown her head violently forward and smashed the
man's face with her forehead. As the man's face burst into some much pain he
dropped down onto his knees, Jenny walked over to a mirror on the wall, to
check herself, if there was a mark he would suffer. She checked her attractive
face, no mark, 'lucky for him!'

Now it was back to her 'talk', and Secondly, the social benefits. She walked
over to the injured man, still on his knees and lit another cigarette, he
already had his jacket off so her next point would be even more easily made!
She walked behind the knelt man, took a long drag on her cigarette, moved it
way from her mouth and down towards the man where she placed it, gently, just
in the right place ARRRHHHH! The burn hole in his shirt meant it was ruined,
but now Jenny had a way of keeping Mr Wayne fully focus on her, she had a 'few
more' points to make and was very confident that at the end of this her 'boss'
would never mention her smoking again, ARRRRRHHHHH! Another cigarette burn,
another scorch mark, another burn hole and another point made, ARRRRRHHHHH!

Miss King passed some more offices and everything seemed normal. At the last
office before the lift that would take her to the top floor Carol had to look
twice, there was the secretary Gina sat at her desk talking on her mobile
phone whilst her 'boss' Mr Dylan was in his office, working! 'Oh well some
work had to be done I suppose' even so Miss King was a little surprised. But
as she headed towards the lift she could hear a telephone ringing in the
office, it rang and rang, with no one answering it, then suddenly BANG! WHACK!
OOOOWWWHHH! That was better, Mr Dylan hadn't answer the telephone quick enough
and had obviously disturbed Gina's private call!

Carol smiled at the door of the lift and she entered, after completing her
rounds all was right at Prat, Prat & Smyth, and now it was time for her to go
to work!

On the top floor where the offices of the directors, and her office, which
Carol now walked into, she looked up at the clock, 11 O'clock, just on time
for her to start her 'day's work!' She had two tasks today too complete,
firstly there was a memo to send out to all the male members of staff, a
reminder. Monday was 'bring your Son to work day' and Miss King expect a good
turnout, her e-mail emphasised the need for only the cutest and sweetest
looking honeys to be brought in.

If anyone the e-mail was addressed to didn't have a 'suitable' Son to bring in
then a Nephew, next door neighbours Son, Son of a friend will all do instead.
But the emphasis was on what 'qualities' were expected of each lad that was
brought in. Mainly that they were cute, adorable and sweet. There was a side
note about the unsuitable 'Son's'! 'Mr Phillip take note!' And also what would
be happening that day, that each of their secretary's would be 'taking care'
of the lad they brought in, this would allow the men to get on with their
work! The secretaries would show the lad everything, and it would be a real
hands on experience, and there would be nothing to worry about as 'your Son
will be in good hands, very good hands!' 'So Gentlemen, make sure you know
your secretary's own personal, preference!'

Miss King finished the e-mail and sent it off 'Monday should be a 'very good
day!' With the e-mail sent that just left one job for the rest of the day, the
sorting out and new allocation of secretaries to 'boss'!' Or was that boss' to
secretaries? Miss King liked to mix things up a bit every few months or so, it
gave the men something to thinks about, to contemplate, 'who would they be
given too next?', that sort of thing. The junior assistances where already
taken care of, they all shared a large office on the ground floor, opposite
the reception desk and receptionist office. That made it easy for any of the
receptionist to walk across and 'grab' an assistant whenever they needed one!

But now Carol had to sort out who was going with who? She grabbed a note pad
and started to scribble a list of her secretary's down and a list of the
consultants and mangers, 'who to pair up with who?' 'Which secretary would
knuckle her man down, hammer home a good 'work' ethic and draw out the 'best'
from each man?' A sudden noise at her office door distracted Carol from her
important thoughts. She looked over to see the door handle slowly turn, then
the door equally slowly opened. A moment later and someone entered, slowly, as
if nervous, even afraid of entering this office just in case ... ... ... !

The figure that entered suddenly stopped, froze and was totally still as they
saw that the office of Miss King was not, as they had hoped empty but that
she, Miss King, was inside it!

The figure that stood there fixed to the spot was Billy, or William Prat, Jr.
Since nearly failing most of his exams and having no real job prospect his
Father, Pratt, Senior, had brought his young Son into the business, hoping he
would succeed at 'something!' So far all the young lad had done was succeed in
getting the attention of all the women that worked at the firm, he was kind of
cute, but as Miss King was the senior secretary that meant she had first
choice, and she kind of liked him!

Carol smiled and beckoned the lad to her with her finger 'Oh Dear!' Billy
nervously entered the room, he'd tried to keep away from Miss King during the
week or so he'd been there. And this was the first real time they had been
along together! But, for the lad, there was something about the woman, not how
she looked, but how she looked at him, it sort of scared him and excited him,
a bit. He'd been looking for a certain file and knew it would probably be in
her office, he was nervous about going into her office, what if she was in
there? He'd gone to her office, hoping she wasn't in work yet, or was it that
he hoped she would be there?

He sort of, maybe, quite a bit, liked her, she was a very good looking woman,
quite old, but not in a bad way, in a good mature way, and he was drawn to
her, she was very alluring. Billy felt a bit powerless and he slowly stepped
closer to her, all the other women that worked here were all very good
looking, attractive, gorgeous. Some of them where even only a few years older
than him, more his age group, but Miss King she was ... ... ... ? She was the
one he liked the most, and that scared him, she was so nice, so wisely and
mature looking, so desirable and with a firm, authoritarian, yet kind of
understanding manner about her.

The older woman smiled at the approaching youth, he looked cute and nervous,
and she looking stunning in that tight lilac dress, that hugged her shapely
body. The sleeveless dress that went from just above her knees all the way up
to the large collar around her neck. The dress with the large open area around
her chest that very clearly showed off her ample chest and the exposed mounds
of female delightful flesh. Billy swallowed hard as Miss Kings hands went to
the side of her dress and she slowly unzipped herself. The list could wait
until tomorrow another day of waiting to see who was paired with who for the
next few months wouldn't 'kill' anyone! But for now Miss King had 'other'
secretarial duties to perform, one thing about working here, there was never a
dull moment ... ... !