Office Politics
by Souvie
(flash-fic at 340 words)
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Copyright October 2003
See Disclaimer at the end - thanks to John for his quick beta and
helpful comments - thanks to Gary for supplying the first line
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"Let me get this straight: the woman is on her hands and knees, and
the guy kneels behind her..."

"That's what the directions say."

"Give me that!" Jennifer turned to snatch the paper from Greg's hands.
"I can't believe the office would be so stupid as to suggest…"

"Hey, you know how the shirts can be."

"Yeah, well, I think they crossed the line this time." Jennifer blew
her bangs out of her eyes and skimmed the latest packet they'd been
given. So far all the "Trust and Partnership" exercises they'd had to
do over the course of the seminar weekend had been benign in nature,
if not sometimes childish. But this latest…

"Listen, I think we should just," Greg gestured with his hands,
"follow the directions. Play it out."

Jennifer shot him a look he couldn't quite decipher. "Just follow the
directions." She reluctantly handed them back to her "partner" for the
weekend. Greg wasn't a bad sort, if a bit on the nerdy side.

"Okay." Greg took a deep breath as he was graced with an unobstructed
view of Jen's backside. Skirt stretched taut over well-rounded
buttocks, it was manna to a starving man: Greg had been starving for
months.

"Um…right, well, I kneel behind you." He laid the papers on Jennifer's
back, freeing up his hands. "Right hand next to your right hand." He
gulped. "Left hand goes…"

"Hey!" Jennifer squealed.

"I'm just following the instructions!" Greg stammered out.

"Greg." Jennifer's voice was strained.

"Yes?" His voice squeaked.

"Something's poking me in my ass. And if one hand is by mine, and the
other is on my breast, then…"

"Shit! Sorry." He could feel his face getting red. He knew he should
back away, just move as far away as possible, to hell with the seminar
and it's screwed up exercises.

"Greg."

"Yes?"

"Don't apologize, do something about it."

"What?" He wasn't sure he was hearing right.

"Greg," Jennifer wiggled her ass against his crotch, the fabric
sensitizing an already-sensitized area, "screw the directions. Screw
_me_!"


THE END

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