The Girls - Max's Lament

Once everything was set up, and the small pieces of paper were in hand, he moved over to his desk where sat a small stack of envelopes. He didn’t want to use his handwriting to make it seem personal, so he had used a business style envelope with a well printed address to the place they would be going. Each one was addressed to a different girl.

It had taken a long time to work through his plans, each one falling before an issue of one kind or another as he meticulously worked through them. Each time he would find too many errors, or possibilities that would make his plans fall through. His hands gloved, he worked as diligently as he could placing in a paper and using the sticky already provided to seal the envelopes. Once done, he set them to the side and leaned back and smiled. Soon.

“Thank you for calling, Gleason and Hammond, this is the complaint line. What is your complaint?” The attempted cheerful look on Adagios face slowly fell as she listened to the person on the other end for a span of a few seconds.

“Sir, this is not a sex hotline. Disconnecting.” Pressing a button she ended the line, only for the light on the business phone to light up as another call came in again.

Patiently, Adagio assumed her cheerful persona once more and repeated the pre-scripted greeting each person was to speak at the beginning of each call.

She listened as the person on the other end went off on her, blaming her for all the wrong the company had done to them, how it was her fault and she should be ashamed to even call herself a human. Her fingers flew over the keys for the computer, detailing the complaint while waiting for the person to finish, with an occasional “yes”, “Of course”, and “Oh, I understand”.

When the person finally came to a stop, at least for a breath of air before they continued, Adagio broke in. “Of course I will bring his to the attention of the company, I have been working diligently to enter in your complaint in great detail. We will have this matter looked into.”

The conversation went back and forth before she was able to bring the customer around and resolve the issue herself with a few brief explanations on some things with the company.

After a few seconds of silence from the phone, Adagio closed her eyes and tilted her head left and right to ease the tension that had begun to build.

A loud beep sounded, and an automated voice came over the line forewarning her a different company call was coming through.

With a sigh, She leaned forward and took up the position at the computer once more.

“Plaskens Books, how can I assist you today with your online book order?”

Rolling her eyes as the man on the other end started speaking she knew this was not how she wanted to end her day at work. Literally half of her calls had been these guys calling in playing jokes or thinking she was a real sex line worker.

Glancing at the clock she saw she had lost track of time and it was almost time to go anyways. With a grin, Adagio turned to the computer and leaned forward a bit more to muffle the sound of her voice as she let out a soft sensual moan.

“Oh, I’m just a very naughty working girl at the office. I’m just sitting her in a short black skirt, and red blouse, showing off my breasts.” She paused as she fought to keep from laughing as the man on the other side hesitated.

“Wait, really?” Oh, this was the same prankster that had already called a few times before. She recognized his voice.

“Oh no, one of my buttons popped. It’s so hard to find clothing that can hold my sizeable bust.” She spoke with a bit of a pouty whine.

“Oh, god that’s hot.” The man’s voice squeaked out.

“I just hope my boss doesn’t find out what I’m doing and force me under his desk as punishment. Would you like to tell me what to do, instead of him?” Once more her voice was low and sultry as she spoke.

“Uh...”

“Or, I could just sit here and tell you, what I’d do to a hunk of a sounding man like you.”

“Yes, oh, please, yes.”

“Well, I can easily see your phone number and home address here on my computer, I can easily send this to the police and have them show up on your doorstep.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, see, what you fail to realize is you called a number that records every phone number and any address that is connected to it. See, if you’re stupid enough to call from a land line,” she read out the number to him, “then I could easily call the police and give them this information and have them show up to arrest you for harassment, and so much more.”

“What?! Oh fuck, please don’t do that. I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be just a joke. Oh god, oh fuck. Please, don’t call the police on me.”

Adagio bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud as the guy broke down crying before hanging up suddenly. Quick as a flash, Adagio pressed a button on the phone to keep from getting another call and entered her number before hitting the out button.

Once done, she quickly logged out of the computer after shutting down all the different programs.

Standing, Adagio grabbed her purse and headed for the clear glass doors on the other side of the cubicle farm, as some came to call them. She could hear the various tones of and voices from both the phones, and the other people she shared her detestable fate with. Fortunately the pay was adequate enough to tolerate the callers.

One hand raised and grabbed the cold metal bar at the center of one glass door when she heard her name call out from someone behind her.

Mentally berating herself for momentarily forgetting, the managers could easily pull any recorded call up and listen to it, she turned. With as much of a winning smile as she could muster, her eyes wide and innocent she came to face her manager.

“Adagio, can you come into my office for a minute please?”

‘No, dammit. I already clocked out, this job is just trying to drain my soul now. Fuck off!’

“Sure thing.” She quickly followed her manager, a young man in a well suited but cheap light blue dress shirt and a dark blue tie with black slacks, and black dress shoes.

She racked her brain to remember his name as she followed him through the office, occasional pairs of eyes would look up to try and meet hers. Some mocked her, knowing she was in trouble, others showing pity.

As they approached the office in the back, he turned at the last moment and slipped through a door.

Inside was a small desk and chair, barely looking comfortable as it had some sort wire mesh attached to it. She had heard these were sometimes used for the people who had back issues, but could not perform a standing job.

“So, how was your day?” The man asked as he moved around the computer desk and settled in the chair. He moved his hand to the mouse and began moving it about, clicking here and there.

Thankful a name plate was on his desk, Adagio read it quickly and smiled once more, slightly wider.

“Busy as usual, Neil. How about yourself?”

“Shut the door please?” He asked as he glanced up and motioned with his eyes to the door.

Turning, Adagio slowly worked it closed as her mind raced, wondering if this was it. Was she fired for what she did? Was he some sleazy jack off who wanted something from her after hearing that call?

As she turned, her smile already falling as she worked appear as professional and attentive as possible. She saw him pulling out a pair of earbuds straight from a new package. He took a second to fit it into the computer, placed one into his left ear, and held the other to her. She took it and fitted it into hers.

A click, and the call began, and she immediately heard that same damn voice of the guy she had just told off.

She glanced to see Neil lean back. She took a moment to consider him, as she knew how the call was going to turn out. She knew nothing about Neil, as he had just been promoted and moved from a whole other department in the company barely a month before.

He had been quiet and during the meeting had said very little. Just a quickly rehearsed spiel of who he was and said he hoped to help anyone who needed it and wanted everyone to do their best.

“Very interesting, so, when did Ameriwide Dialer become a sex line? And, when did we permit threats to go out to those who call?” Neil asked as the call came to an end.

Adagio swore internally as she had been working to remember anything she could about the guy and not come up with a plausible excuse.

As she began to open her mouth, Neil cut her off.

“Well, this means a write up, with this call as an attachment for proof,” he began before moving his hand to a computer key and pressing a button. His eyes went wide, “No! Darn, I seem to have deleted the call, and in this supervisory title it seems the call cannot be recovered.”

Adagio shook her head, as she took another look at him. “Wait, what?”

With a weary sigh, and a sad shake of his head Neil looked up to Adagio.

“Well, Ms. Dazzle, I fear that write up will not be coming for you. Without proof of the call I could have sworn was just here, I am going to have to let you go today with not even a verbal warning.” Neil leaned back and looked up into her eyes.

Adagio could only stare back in confusion.

“Is there anything else?” He asked as if expecting her to do or say something.

“Who the fuck are you?” She spurted out, before realizing what she had said. Rather than covering her mouth in fear and backtracking, she pushed forward. “Seriously, what the hell kind of Manager deletes a call on purpose after threatening a write up, and then act like its no big deal?”

“Oh, no, I assure you, Ms. Dazzle, it was all an accident.” Neil gave a grin and winked. “But, since we are fortunate this room is not monitored, and everyone is busy with enough noise to not hear you raise your voice. I am Neil, your manager. Honestly I get tired of listening to dumbasses like that get away with wasting our time playing games, and yet I and many others get in trouble for it and then the higher ups act like its the fault of the women here. How the fuck are any of you antagonizing these morons to call and fuck around like that? We have a life, they obviously don’t. I would rather be able to do what you did with every one of those pricks. Sadly, we cannot.”

Neil closed his mouth to take a moment to collect himself as he had begun to get himself worked up a little.

Adagio, eyes wide, began laughing. She liked this guy.

“Anyways, just try to be careful, if I deleted calls like this on a regular basis, we would both lose our jobs. And, I am saving up for my man and I to get married. Oh, and this conversation doesn’t leave this office either.”

Adagio shook her head and thanked him. She turned to leave before wishing Neil good luck on his endeavors and promised she would try and keep herself professional in the future.

Adagio held two armloads of bags as she made her way out of the store; One of many of her latest victims in her rounds for the day. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the next store. It was located on the second floor, tucked away since it was something not normally found in a mall. This was the store she had come for, a glint lit in her eyes as a feral grin spread across her face.

As she started forward, her steps quick and almost giddy, a sound could be heard emitting suddenly from her purse. She faltered for only a second as her mind began to recognize the melody and waited for the words.

“Whooo are you?”

No tone of anyone she already knew, and her arms were getting tired.

Spotting a bench near the malls shut off fountain, she rushed over and set her bags down and opened her purse.

The usual darkness hiding her contents was now brightly lit up from the screen of her cell. She wasted no time in grabbing her cell and answer it as it began to repeat the partial lyrics.

“Hello?” As she answered her mind wondered about the words describing the caller as a business named by the app she had on her cell.

“Yes, hello. I would like to speak to Max.” The woman's voice was clear, curt, and certainly held a business like tone.

“Well, may I ask whose calling?”

“It’s Nina.” Adagio recognized the name as Max’s boss. HE had to be unable to reach his cell if this woman was calling her number to each him.

“I’m so sorry, but he isn’t available at the moment. Can I take a message?”

“When did Max get a secretary?” I thought he was-” The woman went silent in a way that showed she realized her mistake. “My apologies, I didn’t... I’m Nina, Max’s boss. We assigned him to test a game and some gear for us, however there seems to be a problem with the game. We need him in first thing tomorrow. We will also need him to return all the equipment.”

“Very well, Ms. Nina, I will let Max know.”

“Thank you.” Before Adagio could say anything else, Nina disconnected.

Adagio stared at he cell for a moment.

‘If she were here, I think I would slap that rude uppity bitch. Better not find out she is mistreating Max.”

Fuming, Adagio returned he cell to her purse, picked up her bags and continued on, a set of escalators not far away.

Nina Leaned back in her office chair and closed her eyes. She spread her legs a little wider for the younger man under the desk.

The opening of her legs permitted him back to her wet slit. She didn’t want a distraction, and he wanted only to please his master.

The feeling of his ministrations was only enough to keep her wet. He was no longer satisfying. There was, the new man she had her sights on, Max. Nina bit her lip as her mind brought up his image of the last time she saw him.

At first, Max seemed unassuming, normal, even. That is until she saw his skills at coding and other aspects of making video games. The way he threw himself into his wok, the way his mind simplified things. What took her team yeas to finish he could do in months. She had at first gauged him uninteresting and too submissive, that was, until he was in his element.

There was something in him she rarely saw in men. When he was in his element, even as an adviser it was as though he were the only one in charge no matter who wrote his check, and he was never wrong in his workings, so far.

Thinking of him allowed her to relax enough to reach her limit. She had long since forgotten about her current slave and she imagined Max on his knees under her desk. He was something she wanted to break and make her own, as she did with every other pathetic man who thought himself better than her.

Shuddering, she waited for her slave to pull away, before she took a heeled leather boot and placed it against his ball sack, making him squirm.

“Have I not taught you to not leave a mess?” As he went to raise a hand to his face, she pressed her heel harder making him squeak out in protest of the pain. “Silence!” She commanded.

He waited for her next command, hoping nothing on his face fell onto her carpet, there would be hell to pay if he made a mess now.

“Finish your task, and get out of my sight, you lowly cur.” She lifted her heel and allowed him to finish before he scrambled to get away. She had not spoken the threat, but in the way she spoke, it was there.

She needed to take time to think of her next steps, first and foremost, this one needed to be put down, or sent away like the previous ones.

She knew what to do for that. All that was left was stacking the deck in her favor and making sure her leash was ready to be tightened around the neck of her new toy.

A smiled of satisfaction as she watched everything unfold in her mind, as she assumed all would go well enough.