MAIL ROOM BOY
"Here's your mail, Mz. Owens," Stevie said while
dropping a thick bundle of envelopes on the corner of the senior vice
president's desk, "I think you get more stuff than anyone, you must have a lot
of friends!!!" Tilting her head forward to look over the top of her reading
glasses, she eyed the young mail boy before replying, "Well, Stevie, most of
them aren't from friends, I get that kind of mail at home, believe me, these are
all work related!!!" He paused for a second before leaving her office, and then
in a hesitant voice replied, "Well I bet that anyone as pretty as you has a lot
of friends!!!" "Why thank you, Stevie," she answered smoothly, "that's the
nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long time, do you sweet talk your girl
friend that way, too!?!" Now turning a bright shade of red he replied, "Uh, no,
I don't have a girlfriend!!!" Seeing his obvious discomfort, Kimberly Owens
replied gently, "I'm really surprised, you're a very handsome young man, how old
are you, Stevie!?!" "I'm eighteen, ma'am," he replied softly, "I'll be nineteen
in two more months!!!" Giving the young blonde haired boy one more once over,
she asked softly, "Stevie, may I ask you a favor, please!?!" "Gosh yes," he
fairly shouted, anything at all, you just name it, Mz. Owens!!!" "Good, stop by
my office at let's say five fifteen," she replied, "I'll explain then exactly
what I want you to do, okay!?!" "Sure," he replied happily, "I'll be here at
five fifteen sharp!!!"
At precisely a quarter after five there was a knock on her door and a soft male
voice saying, "It's me Mz. Owens, Stevie Baker, you wanted to see me!!!" "Come
on in, Stevie," she called out from behind her large oak desk, "I've been hoping
you'd make it!!!" With an expectant look on his face he stood silently before
her, waiting dutifully for her instructions as she continued, "What do you know
about me, Stevie, I mean about me personally!?!" "Uh, not much," he replied,
"except for the fact that you're a v.p. and work in the marketing department,
that's all!!!" "I don't mean work related items, I mean about me outside of the
office, like where I live, if I'm married, if I have any children, that sort of
thing!!!" "I dunno," he answered slowly, "I guess I just figured a pretty lady
like you was married, but I guess I really don't know anything about you at
all!!!" Again letting her eyes drink in his youthful beauty, she replied, "Well,
I'm not married, never have been, so naturally I don't have children, and I live
on the near north side in a high rise with my cat, so I guess you could say that
I'm a little bit lonely!!!" Nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the
other, he mumbled, "t-that's hard to believe, ma'am, I mean you're so pretty and
all............." "All what," she asked softly!?! "I just meant that a lotta men
would love taking you out," he answered, " I just can't imagine you staying at
home every night, that's all!!!" "Well," she replied softly, "it's sad to say,
but I do, but enough about me, I've got a question for you!!!
"What's that," he asked, "ask away!?! "Why don't you have a girl friend, you're
a very handsome young man," she asked!?! "Oh, I don't know," he answered, "I
guess I get too nervous when I'm around them, you know, tongue tied!!!" "You
don't seem nervous around me, Stevie," she replied softly, "at least I hope
you're not!!!" "Y-you're different," he stammered, "I don't know why but I just
want to be around you, is that bad of me!?!" "Of course not, Stevie," she said,
"I'm very flattered that you like me, and I just want you to know that I like
you too, but enough of that, let's discuss the reason I had you stop in after
hours, all right!?!" "Uh sure, fire away," he replied!!! "As I mentioned
before," she said slowly, "I live alone, mostly by choice, as my work takes up
and enormous amount of my time, and having a family just isn't feasible, do you
understand so far!?!" Uh huh," he replied, "that makes sense, after all you've
gotta a real important job, right!?!" "That right," Kimberly Owens replied, "I'm
very busy, and consequently I'm afraid I feel very alone, especially at night
when I'm all by myself, do you see what I mean!?!" "I-I'm not sure," he
stammered, "what are you driving at, Mz. Owens!?!" It was now or never, and
after taking a deep breath, the fifty two year old executive stood up and calmly
lifted her skirt above her waist, exposing her very fat lipped vagina to his
stunned young eyes!!!
...CONTINUES
IN THE MEMBERS SECTION