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Compendium IIIThe following week started off stressful. While the older programmers were working against the clock to resolve the situation, a group of around 10 trainees kept bothering Sonia and me constantly. Worse still, lacking complete order, instead of handing over the a+b+c information pack for each operational task to a trainee, one of them would come asking only for c from a task, and then another one would come the next day asking for a from the same task that his colleague had informed him about. As the situation was driving me completely crazy and I had only managed to complete a fifth of my work plan for the day, I spoke with Sonia to ask her permission to call in the trainees. Since she was already practically free (the advantages of being the boss are that their information management is much more global), she gave me carte blanche to act.
I called them all to a virtual assembly at 10 am, where I assigned them to pairs working on different sectors and reviewing the integrity of the information in listed tasks.
Later that afternoon, it would be my turn to call each group to confirm that the information they had was the same as what I had registered and also the same as what the operation task leaders were registering, some of whom, like me, were also annoyed because they couldn't take their vacations properly.
Although I don't think it was her, one of the trainees realized that the volume of projects I would have to review again was around 70, to which I replied that's why I had called them early in the morning, since in the worst-case scenario, I would be stuck all day attending meetings with other operation task leaders and therefore wouldn't be able to attend to the trainees properly.
Fortunately, by around... 4 pm, I had already fulfilled my part of the agreement and with no major variations, my information was complete, so I started interviewing the groups. One by one, they were verifying each group that my information matched their records, until it was the turn of group 5. Although I had assigned them in pairs, something happened to the partner that day, so I only found the woman. - Hello. Your name is... Chastity? - I read from my handwritten notes.andGod keep me free from this! My name is Cassidy.
From the other side of the screen, I found myself with a thin woman, bordering on 30, with an air of confidence and audacity that manifested in every gesture.-Are you American?orOf course, sweetness! And where does that cute little button nose come from? – she asked, flirting with me directly, something that disconcerted me instantly.
By the screen, she appeared to be around 1.70 m tall. She had a well-proportioned figure, with modest breasts that suggested her southern roots without being too attention-grabbing. Her eyes, green as a grape, sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing attention with her expressive gaze. Her plump lips curved into a permanent seductive smile, exuding a playful and charming aura.
Her long mane was braided in a long horse's tail, framing her face and fine features. Her hair color was difficult to determine, as she had red and black strands distributed indistinguishably, which did not disrupt the harmony of her overall appearance but rather highlighted her attractiveness.
Even now, I'm not doing her justice by writing about it with my words.
And what caught my attention was her outfit, compared to the other practitioners. Unlike them, who wore much more formal attire, Cassidy wore a white blouse that fit quite tightly, paired with short pants with high waist and high heels, which highlighted her modest curves well and maintained a certain charm.
Clearly smiling as I gazed at her, she had the audacity to throw me a kiss with her fingers across the screen, forcing me to return to being professional.
But when she saw me working and losing my attention to her, she started talking.
andI want to thank you for taking the time to meet up with me, tenderness.
-No need to! It's my job!' I replied, ignoring what, according to the company manual, is sexual harassment...orBut I wanted to ask you, little rabbit, how do you manage to stay in control with all this pressure? Do you have any secrets to share with me?
- No, none. Just years of experience.orIt's like you're doing it with such naturalness, mooncake! – she exclaimed with her inexhaustible arsenal of affectionate names. – We were without knowing what to do for a month, and you, heart, have us all organized, doing something logical in 2 days. Can you explain that to me, golden button?
I looked at her, since she demanded my attention.
- I don't know what to tell you. For me, finishing this means leaving on vacation sooner.
But her thoughts were far from work... orI like it a lot when a man knows how to ride his woman...
I can't deny that, in those moments, his comments were starting to excite me. But still, no one guaranteed me that Cassidy was in Melbourne. Our exchange program is so extensive that it covers the entire Australian territory. She could have been perfectly in Sydney or Canberra, just as Adelaide or Perth, since the problem was widespread throughout the circuit.It's not necessary to say that, besides, if I had followed his game, I would have exposed myself perilously in my job.andMhm, yes. Experience is everything. – she reflected, as I turned back to work. – What reminds me, Are you married, love?
- Yes. In fact, I have 3 daughters. – I replied, a bit tired of her constant flirting and hoping that would calm her down.andMhm, I see now. She must be a very happy lady to be married to you. I bet that 'baby momma' must sleep all snuggly at night, feeling happy to have a strong and capable stud like you. - she commented with a big smile.
I couldn't help but smile at the truth in her words...andBut you know, little angel, that sometimes distractions help to alleviate stress. - she added with a more seductive smile. - I would be with you by your side, baby, and we could go out for a coffee and talk a bit more privately about the... tough... work.I felt a flush of heat when she mentioned tough, but I still composed myself.
- Thanks for the offer, Cassidy, but I'm not sure if it would be appropriate. - I replied, sweating bullets.orOf course I understand you, little pumpkin. That 'wetting... the company's pencil' thing is something so serious. It's just that you look so tender, teddy bear, that I thought it was appropriate to ask. Although you know something, ray of sunshine? Sometimes it's fun when good boys do bad things... so if you need relief, treasure, you know where to find me.
I had to cough to calm myself down.
- Understood. But let's get back to work. Did you receive the package of information I sent?andOf course I received it, moonbeam. Although I would have also liked to receive another kind of package... one bigger, if you understand...
And so we kept working the rest of the week. Luckily, the guy who was accompanying Cassidy appeared in the next meetings, which kept her in check, despite noticing in his eyes that he wanted to keep flirting.By Friday, at 10 am, we had finally solved the problem in our branch, to the happiness of all of them, who realized they had contributed something significant.andGoodbye, honey bunny. I hope to see you soon again. - Cassidy said, staying behind the last ones in the session to bid farewell.
That afternoon, I ran to the gym. Besides stress, Cassidy had left me too hot and once again, I needed to vent. However, unlike the previous week, I needed someone rougher, with whom I could fuck for hours and most importantly, who wouldn't get used to my daily routine.It was thus that the response led me to Brigitte, the physical trainer of the gym where I was registered.
Because I had paid a premium membership, which entitled me to unlimited use of machines, they had also assigned me a personal trainer, who as you can imagine, should have also had great physical beauty to attract clients.
And in my case, it was Brigitte, since Samantha and Stephanie worked on days I didn't go.For her 42 years, she still maintained herself quite well. Although she was the oldest of the three (Samantha and Stephanie were no more than 30 years old), Brigitte was in charge of two Pilates courses where she took care of toning her buttocks, an attribute that she excelled at.
With a secure and flirtatious personality, she had black hair medium length, which she always tied up in a tight knot on the nape of her neck, taking on graceful forms between a tomato or a palm tree, but allowing her to concentrate on her training without being distracted by loose strands. Occasionally, she used a black ribbon or a band to keep her hair in place during Pilates sessions.
At first glance, what caught attention were her piercing, charming, and captivating green eyes that gave her a rather expressive look. Additionally, her thick lips smiled constantly in a mischievous way, revealing her playful nature. Her upturned nose, on the other hand, took years off her face, giving her a youthful and accessible appearance.
However, it was her toned and athletic body that made her stand out above her younger companions, being a proof of her dedication to physical activity. She often wore a black sleeveless top that accentuated her medium-sized breasts in a suggestive way, while providing comfort and freedom of movement during training sessions.
Even so, her greatest charm lay in her grey leggings, cinched around her thighs and waist, which mainly highlighted her dangerous curves and muscular definition, something that emphasized her confidence and sexual attraction above her companions, despite her older age.
But her magnetic and sociable personality allowed her to connect with students and coworkers alike, showing an adventurous spirit and an open attitude towards relationships. Aspects combined with her physical attractiveness made Brigitte into a beacon of sensuality, reflecting her immense desires to live extreme experiences that simply couldn't be ignored.
They can understand then the conflict we had when trying to make her understand that I was only looking for working on machines and just jogging, while she wanted me to get in shape.
But since I maintained a stable training routine (I appeared punctually on Tuesdays at 2 pm and Fridays at noon, training for 4 hours), somehow I started becoming her favorite, meaning although I could maintain my independence, she wasn't monitoring my training.
On one occasion, a young woman of around 20 to 21 years old tried to lift a bar that was too heavy for her and was about to start choking because she couldn't hold the weight.
Rapidly, with the imprudence of putting my legs around her head, leaving my crotch just centimeters from her face, I helped the girl and made sure she was okay.
I can't guarantee if that day the girl saw something under my short pants since the edge of the fabric remained about a centimeter above her face. But I did notice her embarrassed by her clumsiness.· Don't do that! Brigitte scolded me after what had happened. These silly girls record themselves on video and take advantage of 'hunks' like you to increase their subscribers.
I insist, I have never considered myself extremely attractive. But the fact that she called me a 'hunk', which translates more faithfully into Spanish as 'cachas' or 'fachero', made me understand that my figure was improving and I started paying more attention to Brigitte.
Clearly, Brigitte liked to hook up. She changed partners every 2 weeks or so, sometimes with another client or one of her coworkers. But every time she passed by me while I was with one of them, she would look at me with eyes that seemed to say 'you could be...'
Anyway, going back to those stressful January days, my membership was about to expire and I wanted to leave that gym since it was quite far from where I lived at the time (the house provided by the company), so I had a hankering for giving Brigitte a spin before leaving. It was thus that Friday, after finishing my routine and taking a shower, I went to see her where she was standing at the reception desk of the gym. I remember the reception area was packed with activity since it was starting to arrive at the bulk of people coming out of work. The fluorescent lights illuminated the spacious space, giving a warm glow to the modern and refined decoration. Other gym members were making a big commotion, registering at the reception or chatting animatedly with trainers and other members. The air sounded with the permanent hum of treadmills and the constant clinking of weights. By miracle, she was free. When I approached her, she started to get embarrassed as she caught me staring at her fixedly and advancing directly towards her. As the distances shortened, her eyes dilated slightly, reflecting a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Meanwhile, I advanced completely relaxed, confident that I would manage something with her.Hello, do you have plans for today? Clearly startled, since apart from giving us occasional glances, we rarely spoke for much time, she replied.· I don't know. Do you have something in mind?
- Well, I was thinking of inviting you to dinner. But if you're not sure...- I said, taking my things and heading towards the door.
My acting took her by surprise, so she advanced quickly to leave the reception, a gesture that made some members look at her.· Wait! Wait! he exclaimed, after running to cut me off. - Do you mean it? Do you want to have dinner with me? That's very bold of your part, Marco! Are you trying to impress me?It was noticeable that he was enjoying my attention due to his flirtatious tone of voice...
- Actually, no. – I replied, maintaining my composure. – I just thought it would be good to eat with someone, after a heavy week of work and since my wife left the country. But if you're not interested...
I moved aside and advanced towards the exit...· Wait! Wait! – he exclaimed again, cutting me off, with a moderately annoying tone due to the response. – Please, Marco! I'm not refusing the experience... I mean, I don't think you're inviting me to dinner just because you feel lonely, or am I?In those moments, I knew I had already convinced her. However, I had to maintain my disinterested posture.-No, I don't feel lonely. And I'm not looking for anything more apart from eating together and having a good time afterwards, whether dancing or chatting. But I understand that things like that are too boring for you...· Of course not! – she commented, slightly upset by the seriousness of my words. – Definitely, I'm interested in going out with you. I was just joking, do you understand? To keep things interesting.
- Of course I understand. Do you mind if we meet at 7?
Her smile overflowed with delight...· It sounds perfect! We'll see each other then, Marco.Next post
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