~BBW, Intrigue. Imagery, ~SWG - Office politics takes mutiple turns in this eight chapter soap opera
Chapter 1
The monotonous hum of computers and fingers tapping on a keyboard filled the open plan office of the ‘Document Production Unit’. Based in the head office of Cawthorne’s Solicitors – a eight hundred employee Yorkshire law firm – the department had the unenviable task of typing up hundreds of legal documents.
Seated at her desk, Diane Armstrong looked at her team’s output. Fifteen typists made up the team and they were all working flat out. The firm had a huge commercial property deal to type up and had been flat out for days. She bit her lip and fired a quick email to the firm’s commercial property partner advising him that the document would be with him by the close of play.
“Hopefully,” whispered Diane to herself.
“Mrs Armstrong,” said one of her girls, “I’ve finished part 12. Could you check it over?”
Diane nodded and took hold of the folder. With a sigh, she put on her glasses, opened the massive file and began to proof read. Not one spelling or reference could be wrong and Diane was responsible for ensuring that was so.
For a good ten minutes she focused before a click clack of heels entering the office forced her to look up. Diane’s eyes narrowed as her boss approached..
Sandra Elwood!
Now if Diane was honest she was seethingly jealous of the glamorous Sandra. They were about the same age, in their early forties, but whereas Diane looked every bit her years it was impossible to tell with Sandra. Diane knew her age to be either forty-two or -three as they had gone to school together, but all the girls in the typing pool speculated wildly. The agreed figure was mid thirties, and whatever she said Diane couldn’t convince anybody otherwise.
Grudgingly, however, Diane had to admit she could see why. Sandra was stunning. She was the most glamorous office hottie imaginable, with everything about her being just perfect. She had long, perfectly straight platinum blonde hair, her skin was creamy perfect, her nails were always manicured and her look was jaw dropping. Standing 5ft4, Sandra was short, but she sported the most amazing hourglass figure ever.
Of itself all that didn’t really bother the somewhat less glamorous Diane, but the fact that the blonde glamour queen knew just how gorgeous she was infuriated her. Always gazing at her reflection or running her fingers through that perfect hair, Sandra Elwood was a hottie who knew just how hot she was.
Since the position of Customer Excellence Director had been created for her all this had intensified, with long lunches at the salon or beauty parlour mixed in with an ever-increasing level of arrogance. While Sandra brown-nosed shamelessly with the firm’s partners and solicitors, she clearly enjoyed her position of power over the other support staff.
“Diane,” snapped the advancing blonde, “I just spoke with James Simmons, and he told me that your report still isn’t ready?”
“What?”
“The projections?”
“We’re working on it.”
Sandra stepped over to the junior manager’s desk and peered down. Her gold necklace dangled down and Diane gasped at her sugary perfume. Sandra ran a long French manicured finger over the report and glared at Diane.
Quietly she whispered, “That’s not good enough. I emailed the targets out, and nobody’s got back to me…”
Diane gulped. She hadn’t received the targets. Normally she received her team’s monthly targets two weeks before the report and had plenty of time to prepare them. From her experience Sandra Elwood was incompetent and had probably simply forgotten to email out the projections. Now she was trying to cover her ass before a partner found out.
Her eyes settled on the Customer Excellence Director’s perfectly manicured fingers and her long acrylic nails. She was sporting a huge diamond wedding ring that had been given by her latest husband. Another point of jealousy; he was good looking, rich and charming. Unlike her own life partner.
“Well, I’ll email them across again,” snapped Sandra, “and I need them by three o’clock tomorrow.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” sighed Diane.
“Good. I’m going to Ziniz for lunch with Jenny from twelve ’til two,” continued business Barbie, “so you can leave the report on my desk.”
Diane ground her teeth and nodded. “So while I’m sweating over this blasted report you’re sitting with Jenny “the bimbo” Preston from HR chatting about whatever latest cosmetic procedure you’re both having…”
With that Sandra rose, tugged down on her skirt and flashed her picture perfect smile to the typing pool. Automatically the seated women smiled back in return.
“How are you girls?” cooed Sandra.
They all continued to smile and nodded.
“Good.”
“We’re fine.”
“That’s great,” purred Sandra, “and you know if I can help with anything, please just email me your ideas. I’m always happy to hear from you, although it may take a while to get back ’cos I’m such a busy bee.”
The typists just nodded. None had any ideas and they were all a little intimidated by Sandra. Not because she was ever mean to them – she was in fact very nice – but because she was so picture perfect and close to the firm’s partners. While the girls saw partners as untouchable, godlike figures, Sandra could always be seen laughing and joking with them.
“Well keep up the good work and keep busy,” said Sandra before twirling on her heels and heading for the door. Quietly she whispered to Diane.
“Remember that report is to be ready when I get back from lunch or else...”
With her hip swaying, wiggling walk the blonde yummy mummy headed for the door. She was wearing a charcoal grey pencil skirt that cupped a firm, yet decidedly rounded derriere and clamped in tightly at her knees. That in turn splayed her legs out and forced her bump and grind walk. It was a wiggling walk which forced her D-cup breasts to wobble slightly within the confines of a skin tight black top.
The door closed behind her and one of the girls in the typing pool said dreamily.
“Isn’t Sandra sooooo gorgeous?”
“Yeah, have you seen her wedding ring?”
“It’s massive and she’s so lovely…”
“…they’ve got one of those new houses in Bawtry…”
“…she’s got three kids you know, two boys and a girl, and I saw them in Donny last week. They’re so cute and her daughter’s so pretty …”
“I don’t know how she keeps her figure”
Diane didn’t say anything. She couldn’t bad mouth a director and from past experience knew nobody would listen anyway. But her anger was boiling as she stormed to herself:
“She just prances into the office making demands and I’m supposed to do what she says? Well Sandra Elwood’s just some stuck up snob if you ask me… Oh goodness, we’ll never get this report done, and I’ll have Sandra and a partner breathing down my neck!”
“Stop gossiping girls,” snapped Diane, “and get to work on this report. It needs finishing by one.”
The typists shut their mouths and got to work. They all knew their boss hated Sandra Elwood because she was jealous. From their experience Sandra was always nice, friendly and helpful. She was also always the centre of any office gossip and fun to follow.
Walking back across the office complex, Sandra noted with satisfaction the glances and outright stares she received from the men in the different departments. One solicitor looked ready for a coronary as he watched her deliciously curved derriere wiggle past, and a clerk standing by the photocopier just gawked. The blonde office MILF smiled at the effect – she loved showing off.
Wiggling her way along the corridors, however, she felt the pinch of her too tight office skirt. Sandra had a truly jaw dropping, curvaceous figure that in her early forties had softened up a little. She was far from fat, but her hips had widened and a tiny little belly had popped out. The silver belt she wore pinched in at her waist and added to the hourglass look. Sandra also hoped it hid her minor tummy.
“Hello Sandra!” shouted James Simmons as the bit of blonde office totty wiggled past his office. “Have you got a moment?”
Stopping in her tracks, the preening executive fixed her best ever smile and wiggled her way in.
“For you James, I’ve got more than a minute.”
“Splendid.”
In his forties, James was a top earning partner at the firm and had a soft spot for Sandra. He was a fan of the over-the-over-the-top Barbie doll look and just couldn’t get enough of her. Part of him dreamed of an office affair, but then he remembered his own wife and the cost of divorce. Given the fact that sexy Sandra was married with three kids, he had to accept it was very much a fantasy. But he enjoyed the flirting.
The partner rose from his desk and stepped across the spacious office. He stood close – closer than he probably should – but Sandra always seemed to enjoy their harmless flirtations.
“Wow, it feels like a long time since I last saw you, sexy Sandra. What’s it been: a week now?”
She smiled at the nickname. It flattered her ego, and James Simmons was a good looking guy. Part of her just wanted to sneak away with him for a weekend and forget about any of the consequences. Indeed, it was a relief for Sandra that he seemed to have some self control – she’d have indulged her considerable sexual appetite long ago.
“Hah…I was on holiday last week.”
“Oh I see. Where was it you went again?”
“Can’t you remember?”
He chuckled at that.
“Off the top of my head you were working on your tan in Greece.”
“That’s right…I was in my little bikini on the beach every day.” Sandra winked: “You know in Greece you can sunbath topless.”
James gulped.
“Now that’s quite vision.”
“My husband liked it.”
“I bet he did.”
The two stood in silence for a moment. It was awkward. James desperately wanted to grab hold of the blonde beauty and devour her. What’s more, he had a good feeling she wouldn’t stop him. But then he thought about all that would happen afterwards. He sighed and returned to business.
“Could you email across the targets for your departments? Roderick Cawthorne’s coming down from Leeds, and we need them.”
Sandra bit her lip. This was the targets she’d forgotten to send to her staff before going on holiday. The three managers that worked for her were, at the moment, scrambling to prepare a forecast that normally took two weeks in a day. The executive Barbie was desperate to avoid revealing her own inadequacies so she said:
“We’ve had a few problems, but I’m chasing my team for the report.”
“As long as we have it for tomorrow.”
“It’ll be done for tomorrow.”
“Excellent.”
At that comment Sandra turned on her heels and headed for the door. She didn’t want to keep talking about the report. Somewhere inside her very blonde brain she knew storm clouds were approaching. The key was to make sure it rained on her staff and not herself.
Later that day, Diane Armstrong sat with her two managerial colleagues in the staff canteen. All three worked under Sandra Elwood and all three women had just been dropped into hot water with the late arriving email. They had been given an impossible task and on past form all were expecting the blame to fall squarely on their shoulders.
“…How did she ever get that job?” groaned one.
“Easy,” explained Diane. “She’s a blonde dolly bird, and that’s what all the partners here want. She just shakes that big butt and those stupid boobs around and gets away with murder.”
“True.”
“Although, have you noticed there’s a bit more to her bum lately?”
Diane bit her lip and thought.
“Are you saying the beautiful Sandra might have put on some weight?”
“Yeah, haven’t you noticed? That skirt she’s wearing today is really too tight even for her.”
“Mmm…Sandra always dresses to impress”
“Yeah but not THAT tight.”
As if on cue the dolly bird in question entered the canteen. She was chatting with a solicitor from the matrimonial department and ignored her three managers. But they didn’t ignore her. The conversation quietened as they watched her perform her wiggly walk across the canteen.
No doubt her skirt was tight - maybe even too tight. The grey charcoal material was cupping a spectacularly curved bubble butt and testing the fabric to its limits with each step. For a moment the skirt looked ready to pop, followed by a brief moment of release, followed by more pressure. The effect was devastatingly sexy, but for the three at the table it also showed the effects of an increasingly plump posterior.
“She has put on a little…” whispered Diane.
Across the canteen Sandra and Jenny were laughing and giggling, with Sandra twirling on her heels and placing a hand on her counterpart’s arm. In doing so she was also showing off her profile to the critical eyes. Her hips had definitely widened and the material was struggling to cover them and while her belt pinched in her waist, the slight “muffin tops” suggested a softened middle lurked beneath. Her upper half was dominated by her over pumped boobs, but the girls couldn’t help noticing a general softening. Her cheeks looked just a little chubby and was there the hint of a double chin…?
“She has definitely filled out a bit.”
They watched as Sandra stacked her tray at the canteen. It was a generous lunch. A baked potato filled with coleslaw, a side plate of salad, a chocolate brownie, a glass of orange juice, and cup of hot chocolate. Walking carefully across the canteen, the blonde glamour puss carefully placed the tray on the table and sat down.
As she sat, her pencil skirt almost looked ready to pop, with softened thighs and hips pushing the material. Her belt looked tortured as her tummy pushed out and as she crossed her legs the top rode up revealing the small of her tanned back. No doubt Sandra Elwood’s outfit had been bought before she’d begun to fill out.
“Look at all the food she’s got too?”
“No wonder she’s putting on weight…”
“Jenny’s gained some too”
“Yeah she’s got a big bum now.”
“I’d love to see those two get fat.”
Diane groaned.
“Not that it does us any good…we’ve still got that stupid report to finish.”
“I suppose.”
Glancing up from her meal, Sandra noticed her three managers gossiping. She frowned; with the report she’d dropped on them, they should be working away, not sitting around chatting. Nervously she ran a finger through her straight, platinum blonde hair extensions and thought about the disaster if the report wasn’t finished.
“Excuse me Jenn,” she said to her lunch partner. “I’ve just got to have a quick word with my staff.”
“Can’t have them sitting round gossiping eh?” chirped Jenny as she dug into her own generous lunch.
Carefully Sandra rose from her chair, running her soft hands down her tightly packed skirt and tugging down. Then, stepping across the canteen, she fixed her management team with a perfect, yet fake smile. The smile never cracking, she stood by their table and said quietly.
“Is that report finished?”
“Um…no…”
“Well then why are you sitting around gossiping? You ignored my email two weeks back, and I expect it finished by tomorrow…” She paused for effect. “…otherwise heads will roll.”
The three women sat at the table gulped. Sandra didn’t say anything more; she just spun back around and headed over for her table. Hopefully they understood after that. “They better understand, or one of them is getting sacked…”
“What a bitch!”
“Yep.”
With a contented smile Sandra settled back down to her lunch and noted her three managers trooping out of the canteen. Jenny raised a perfectly pencilled eyebrow and commented.
“You seem to have them under the thumb.”
“Mmmm…”
“Diane Armstrong’s looking old and ugly,” smirked Jenny.
“Yeah, I had to sit her away from my office,” Sandra shrugged. “I think ugly staff members reflect badly on me.”
“That’s so true.”
“You know me and Diane went to school together?”
“Oh?” gasped the second Business Barbie. “I never would have guessed! She looks like ten years older than you with all those yucky wrinkles.”
“Yeah, and did you see Amy Parsons in accounts?”
“She’s getting soooo fat…”
So the two Business Barbies sat gossiping about the failing figures of their female colleagues. Both knew they were the office’s leading glamour queens, and loved their positions. All the partners flirted with them, gave them cushy senior management jobs and were wrapped around their little fingers. It was a good situation for the two office hotties, and they loved taking full advantage.
(Continued in post five of this thread)
Sexy Sandra's Problem Projections
by Samster
by Samster
Chapter 1
The monotonous hum of computers and fingers tapping on a keyboard filled the open plan office of the ‘Document Production Unit’. Based in the head office of Cawthorne’s Solicitors – a eight hundred employee Yorkshire law firm – the department had the unenviable task of typing up hundreds of legal documents.
Seated at her desk, Diane Armstrong looked at her team’s output. Fifteen typists made up the team and they were all working flat out. The firm had a huge commercial property deal to type up and had been flat out for days. She bit her lip and fired a quick email to the firm’s commercial property partner advising him that the document would be with him by the close of play.
“Hopefully,” whispered Diane to herself.
“Mrs Armstrong,” said one of her girls, “I’ve finished part 12. Could you check it over?”
Diane nodded and took hold of the folder. With a sigh, she put on her glasses, opened the massive file and began to proof read. Not one spelling or reference could be wrong and Diane was responsible for ensuring that was so.
For a good ten minutes she focused before a click clack of heels entering the office forced her to look up. Diane’s eyes narrowed as her boss approached..
Sandra Elwood!
Now if Diane was honest she was seethingly jealous of the glamorous Sandra. They were about the same age, in their early forties, but whereas Diane looked every bit her years it was impossible to tell with Sandra. Diane knew her age to be either forty-two or -three as they had gone to school together, but all the girls in the typing pool speculated wildly. The agreed figure was mid thirties, and whatever she said Diane couldn’t convince anybody otherwise.
Grudgingly, however, Diane had to admit she could see why. Sandra was stunning. She was the most glamorous office hottie imaginable, with everything about her being just perfect. She had long, perfectly straight platinum blonde hair, her skin was creamy perfect, her nails were always manicured and her look was jaw dropping. Standing 5ft4, Sandra was short, but she sported the most amazing hourglass figure ever.
Of itself all that didn’t really bother the somewhat less glamorous Diane, but the fact that the blonde glamour queen knew just how gorgeous she was infuriated her. Always gazing at her reflection or running her fingers through that perfect hair, Sandra Elwood was a hottie who knew just how hot she was.
Since the position of Customer Excellence Director had been created for her all this had intensified, with long lunches at the salon or beauty parlour mixed in with an ever-increasing level of arrogance. While Sandra brown-nosed shamelessly with the firm’s partners and solicitors, she clearly enjoyed her position of power over the other support staff.
“Diane,” snapped the advancing blonde, “I just spoke with James Simmons, and he told me that your report still isn’t ready?”
“What?”
“The projections?”
“We’re working on it.”
Sandra stepped over to the junior manager’s desk and peered down. Her gold necklace dangled down and Diane gasped at her sugary perfume. Sandra ran a long French manicured finger over the report and glared at Diane.
Quietly she whispered, “That’s not good enough. I emailed the targets out, and nobody’s got back to me…”
Diane gulped. She hadn’t received the targets. Normally she received her team’s monthly targets two weeks before the report and had plenty of time to prepare them. From her experience Sandra Elwood was incompetent and had probably simply forgotten to email out the projections. Now she was trying to cover her ass before a partner found out.
Her eyes settled on the Customer Excellence Director’s perfectly manicured fingers and her long acrylic nails. She was sporting a huge diamond wedding ring that had been given by her latest husband. Another point of jealousy; he was good looking, rich and charming. Unlike her own life partner.
“Well, I’ll email them across again,” snapped Sandra, “and I need them by three o’clock tomorrow.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” sighed Diane.
“Good. I’m going to Ziniz for lunch with Jenny from twelve ’til two,” continued business Barbie, “so you can leave the report on my desk.”
Diane ground her teeth and nodded. “So while I’m sweating over this blasted report you’re sitting with Jenny “the bimbo” Preston from HR chatting about whatever latest cosmetic procedure you’re both having…”
With that Sandra rose, tugged down on her skirt and flashed her picture perfect smile to the typing pool. Automatically the seated women smiled back in return.
“How are you girls?” cooed Sandra.
They all continued to smile and nodded.
“Good.”
“We’re fine.”
“That’s great,” purred Sandra, “and you know if I can help with anything, please just email me your ideas. I’m always happy to hear from you, although it may take a while to get back ’cos I’m such a busy bee.”
The typists just nodded. None had any ideas and they were all a little intimidated by Sandra. Not because she was ever mean to them – she was in fact very nice – but because she was so picture perfect and close to the firm’s partners. While the girls saw partners as untouchable, godlike figures, Sandra could always be seen laughing and joking with them.
“Well keep up the good work and keep busy,” said Sandra before twirling on her heels and heading for the door. Quietly she whispered to Diane.
“Remember that report is to be ready when I get back from lunch or else...”
With her hip swaying, wiggling walk the blonde yummy mummy headed for the door. She was wearing a charcoal grey pencil skirt that cupped a firm, yet decidedly rounded derriere and clamped in tightly at her knees. That in turn splayed her legs out and forced her bump and grind walk. It was a wiggling walk which forced her D-cup breasts to wobble slightly within the confines of a skin tight black top.
The door closed behind her and one of the girls in the typing pool said dreamily.
“Isn’t Sandra sooooo gorgeous?”
“Yeah, have you seen her wedding ring?”
“It’s massive and she’s so lovely…”
“…they’ve got one of those new houses in Bawtry…”
“…she’s got three kids you know, two boys and a girl, and I saw them in Donny last week. They’re so cute and her daughter’s so pretty …”
“I don’t know how she keeps her figure”
Diane didn’t say anything. She couldn’t bad mouth a director and from past experience knew nobody would listen anyway. But her anger was boiling as she stormed to herself:
“She just prances into the office making demands and I’m supposed to do what she says? Well Sandra Elwood’s just some stuck up snob if you ask me… Oh goodness, we’ll never get this report done, and I’ll have Sandra and a partner breathing down my neck!”
“Stop gossiping girls,” snapped Diane, “and get to work on this report. It needs finishing by one.”
The typists shut their mouths and got to work. They all knew their boss hated Sandra Elwood because she was jealous. From their experience Sandra was always nice, friendly and helpful. She was also always the centre of any office gossip and fun to follow.
Walking back across the office complex, Sandra noted with satisfaction the glances and outright stares she received from the men in the different departments. One solicitor looked ready for a coronary as he watched her deliciously curved derriere wiggle past, and a clerk standing by the photocopier just gawked. The blonde office MILF smiled at the effect – she loved showing off.
Wiggling her way along the corridors, however, she felt the pinch of her too tight office skirt. Sandra had a truly jaw dropping, curvaceous figure that in her early forties had softened up a little. She was far from fat, but her hips had widened and a tiny little belly had popped out. The silver belt she wore pinched in at her waist and added to the hourglass look. Sandra also hoped it hid her minor tummy.
“Hello Sandra!” shouted James Simmons as the bit of blonde office totty wiggled past his office. “Have you got a moment?”
Stopping in her tracks, the preening executive fixed her best ever smile and wiggled her way in.
“For you James, I’ve got more than a minute.”
“Splendid.”
In his forties, James was a top earning partner at the firm and had a soft spot for Sandra. He was a fan of the over-the-over-the-top Barbie doll look and just couldn’t get enough of her. Part of him dreamed of an office affair, but then he remembered his own wife and the cost of divorce. Given the fact that sexy Sandra was married with three kids, he had to accept it was very much a fantasy. But he enjoyed the flirting.
The partner rose from his desk and stepped across the spacious office. He stood close – closer than he probably should – but Sandra always seemed to enjoy their harmless flirtations.
“Wow, it feels like a long time since I last saw you, sexy Sandra. What’s it been: a week now?”
She smiled at the nickname. It flattered her ego, and James Simmons was a good looking guy. Part of her just wanted to sneak away with him for a weekend and forget about any of the consequences. Indeed, it was a relief for Sandra that he seemed to have some self control – she’d have indulged her considerable sexual appetite long ago.
“Hah…I was on holiday last week.”
“Oh I see. Where was it you went again?”
“Can’t you remember?”
He chuckled at that.
“Off the top of my head you were working on your tan in Greece.”
“That’s right…I was in my little bikini on the beach every day.” Sandra winked: “You know in Greece you can sunbath topless.”
James gulped.
“Now that’s quite vision.”
“My husband liked it.”
“I bet he did.”
The two stood in silence for a moment. It was awkward. James desperately wanted to grab hold of the blonde beauty and devour her. What’s more, he had a good feeling she wouldn’t stop him. But then he thought about all that would happen afterwards. He sighed and returned to business.
“Could you email across the targets for your departments? Roderick Cawthorne’s coming down from Leeds, and we need them.”
Sandra bit her lip. This was the targets she’d forgotten to send to her staff before going on holiday. The three managers that worked for her were, at the moment, scrambling to prepare a forecast that normally took two weeks in a day. The executive Barbie was desperate to avoid revealing her own inadequacies so she said:
“We’ve had a few problems, but I’m chasing my team for the report.”
“As long as we have it for tomorrow.”
“It’ll be done for tomorrow.”
“Excellent.”
At that comment Sandra turned on her heels and headed for the door. She didn’t want to keep talking about the report. Somewhere inside her very blonde brain she knew storm clouds were approaching. The key was to make sure it rained on her staff and not herself.
Later that day, Diane Armstrong sat with her two managerial colleagues in the staff canteen. All three worked under Sandra Elwood and all three women had just been dropped into hot water with the late arriving email. They had been given an impossible task and on past form all were expecting the blame to fall squarely on their shoulders.
“…How did she ever get that job?” groaned one.
“Easy,” explained Diane. “She’s a blonde dolly bird, and that’s what all the partners here want. She just shakes that big butt and those stupid boobs around and gets away with murder.”
“True.”
“Although, have you noticed there’s a bit more to her bum lately?”
Diane bit her lip and thought.
“Are you saying the beautiful Sandra might have put on some weight?”
“Yeah, haven’t you noticed? That skirt she’s wearing today is really too tight even for her.”
“Mmm…Sandra always dresses to impress”
“Yeah but not THAT tight.”
As if on cue the dolly bird in question entered the canteen. She was chatting with a solicitor from the matrimonial department and ignored her three managers. But they didn’t ignore her. The conversation quietened as they watched her perform her wiggly walk across the canteen.
No doubt her skirt was tight - maybe even too tight. The grey charcoal material was cupping a spectacularly curved bubble butt and testing the fabric to its limits with each step. For a moment the skirt looked ready to pop, followed by a brief moment of release, followed by more pressure. The effect was devastatingly sexy, but for the three at the table it also showed the effects of an increasingly plump posterior.
“She has put on a little…” whispered Diane.
Across the canteen Sandra and Jenny were laughing and giggling, with Sandra twirling on her heels and placing a hand on her counterpart’s arm. In doing so she was also showing off her profile to the critical eyes. Her hips had definitely widened and the material was struggling to cover them and while her belt pinched in her waist, the slight “muffin tops” suggested a softened middle lurked beneath. Her upper half was dominated by her over pumped boobs, but the girls couldn’t help noticing a general softening. Her cheeks looked just a little chubby and was there the hint of a double chin…?
“She has definitely filled out a bit.”
They watched as Sandra stacked her tray at the canteen. It was a generous lunch. A baked potato filled with coleslaw, a side plate of salad, a chocolate brownie, a glass of orange juice, and cup of hot chocolate. Walking carefully across the canteen, the blonde glamour puss carefully placed the tray on the table and sat down.
As she sat, her pencil skirt almost looked ready to pop, with softened thighs and hips pushing the material. Her belt looked tortured as her tummy pushed out and as she crossed her legs the top rode up revealing the small of her tanned back. No doubt Sandra Elwood’s outfit had been bought before she’d begun to fill out.
“Look at all the food she’s got too?”
“No wonder she’s putting on weight…”
“Jenny’s gained some too”
“Yeah she’s got a big bum now.”
“I’d love to see those two get fat.”
Diane groaned.
“Not that it does us any good…we’ve still got that stupid report to finish.”
“I suppose.”
Glancing up from her meal, Sandra noticed her three managers gossiping. She frowned; with the report she’d dropped on them, they should be working away, not sitting around chatting. Nervously she ran a finger through her straight, platinum blonde hair extensions and thought about the disaster if the report wasn’t finished.
“Excuse me Jenn,” she said to her lunch partner. “I’ve just got to have a quick word with my staff.”
“Can’t have them sitting round gossiping eh?” chirped Jenny as she dug into her own generous lunch.
Carefully Sandra rose from her chair, running her soft hands down her tightly packed skirt and tugging down. Then, stepping across the canteen, she fixed her management team with a perfect, yet fake smile. The smile never cracking, she stood by their table and said quietly.
“Is that report finished?”
“Um…no…”
“Well then why are you sitting around gossiping? You ignored my email two weeks back, and I expect it finished by tomorrow…” She paused for effect. “…otherwise heads will roll.”
The three women sat at the table gulped. Sandra didn’t say anything more; she just spun back around and headed over for her table. Hopefully they understood after that. “They better understand, or one of them is getting sacked…”
“What a bitch!”
“Yep.”
With a contented smile Sandra settled back down to her lunch and noted her three managers trooping out of the canteen. Jenny raised a perfectly pencilled eyebrow and commented.
“You seem to have them under the thumb.”
“Mmmm…”
“Diane Armstrong’s looking old and ugly,” smirked Jenny.
“Yeah, I had to sit her away from my office,” Sandra shrugged. “I think ugly staff members reflect badly on me.”
“That’s so true.”
“You know me and Diane went to school together?”
“Oh?” gasped the second Business Barbie. “I never would have guessed! She looks like ten years older than you with all those yucky wrinkles.”
“Yeah, and did you see Amy Parsons in accounts?”
“She’s getting soooo fat…”
So the two Business Barbies sat gossiping about the failing figures of their female colleagues. Both knew they were the office’s leading glamour queens, and loved their positions. All the partners flirted with them, gave them cushy senior management jobs and were wrapped around their little fingers. It was a good situation for the two office hotties, and they loved taking full advantage.
(Continued in post five of this thread)
