*****
Henry badged into the main building of his work. His heeled shoes clacked on the cement floor as he walked through the two stage security clearance. The first doors opened up to scanners and searches, the second stage was face to photo identification. Three minutes was all it took. Most of the employees, both security snd desk, knew him by name. Though they kept things professional as he made his way.
“Good morning Mr. Warren.” They waved.
He politely waved in return. Making his way to the elevator, he looked over the twenty options and pushed the eighteenth floor. The doors slid soundless closed and carried him up to the top. Henry was a good looking man in his thirties and most of the office staff knew it too.
*****
Carol slumped into her office chair and looked over the list of names on her schedule sheet. There were five so far, the first on the list was a name she recognized. Judy Warren. Carol smirked and stretched in her chair. For a woman of thirty five, she looked good. Though she did have a little pudge at her thighs, hips and pelvis, most of her looked like a healthy twenty-five year old. Something she really liked about herself was her youthful appearance.
A healthy steady and routine diet aided her in this alot as did her daily exercises. Carol grabbed a file from the steel cabinet off to the side. The manilla folder had roughly ten pages of notes inside, all of which pertaining to Judy and her ongoing fascination.
*****
Henry’s office sat off to the side of the others, a corner office with a window that looked over the city fifteen stories above. The room was a simple layout. A desk with a dual screen. Filing cabinets off in the corner, a couch in the other corner and shelves lining one wall. He paused for a brief moment when he noticed the desk had an occupant.
When he saw that it was his personal secretary, he pushed the door closed and sighed. A confident and comfortable smile on his lean and clean shaven face. His broad shoulders and stiff back relaxed into his leather seat. Sasha, his dark haired, dark skinned assistant, pivoted on her plump ass to look at him. Her dark chocolate brown eyes looked at him expectantly.
*****
Judy took a deep breath and knocked on the dark gray door. It took only a moment for the door to swing open and Carol stepped into view. Wearing a typical loose dress and dark top that accentuated her c cup bosom, the counselor smiled at the young girl.
“Hello Jude. Please come in.” Carol greeted her welcomingly.
Judy hurried in, sat down on the couch and waited for Carol to slide into her office chair, clipboard and ball point pen in hand.
“How have you been sweetie?” Carol asked.
Judy shrugged, “good I guess.”
“You guess?” Carol asked. “I thought we were past this Judy? Didn’t we agree to be more open?”
Judy sighed and nodded. It was true. Three sessions ago they had agreed to be more open. But it was difficult, especially for the young girl. Steeling herself, she looked up from the floor and met Carol’s hazel eyes.
“Go on Judy.” Carol replied, “you are safe here. You know that.”
Judy took one more deep breath and nodded, as though agreeing with herself.
“You know how I don’t like storms, right?” Judy asked, fingers intertwining.
“I do, yes.”
“Well it was a loud storm last night. I sort of ran into my daddy’s bed.”
Carol nodded, making short handed notes on her white legal pad.
“And what happened?” Carol asked.
“I think he was umm…doing stuff.”
“Stuff?” Carol asked, brow arched.
“You know? That stuff.” She blushed.
“Oh.” Carol understood. “Go on.”
“I didn’t really think about it at the time. I just wanted to feel safe and I cuddled up against him. But…” Judy paused, her face turning red.
“But what?” Carol asked.
“My father was really really stiff.”
Carol smirked, unable to hide her pleasure as she thought of her son.
“And what were you feeling at the time? Did any thoughts come up?” Carol asked.
Judy blushed and felt on the verge of crying or laughing as she relived it.
“I…I felt, I felt so hot and zirconium felt kind of guilty for his thing being so hard. But when it leaked on me-”
“Leaked?” Carol asked.
“Yeah. I felt some wetness on my back and I started getting really wet too.” Judy sighed. “Ms. Wydell? What should I do?”
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