I’m relieved to be in the filing room by myself, to calm my mind that’s racing with thoughts of Cameron. But Katie’s also here, of course.
“Hey Ruby, what’s up?” she asks, looking a little more alert today. She’s sitting in the same spot she had been in yesterday, but reading a Kurt Vonnegut book this time.
“Nothing. Just babysitting Mr. Mack.”
“Worst job ever,” Katie says.
“Tell me about it.”
I look at her as she turns a page.
“Do you ever leave this room?”
She laughs.
“Not when I can help it.”
Now I laugh with her.
“The partner I work for is in court all week,” she says. “I keep asking him if he needs any help but he brought his paralegal and he just keeps telling me to man the fort. I figure this is part of the fort. And a part I can smoke this in.”
She holds up the vape pen.
“Doesn’t anyone ever, like… find out and get mad?” I ask her.
She shrugs.
“The only people who ever come in here are secretaries or floaters or runners.”
“Lowly assistants like me,” I laugh.
“Yeah, what are they going to do? Rat me out? Usually I just offer them a hit and they either take it or get scared of this dirty hippy and run off.”
“That’s funny.”
“So, what about you?” she asks me. “What’s your story?”
I look at her, suspicious. Does she know?
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you babysitting Mr. Mack? You sound like a smart chick. You should at least be a secretary like me. Then when you hide out here in the file room, you’ll be getting paid a bit more for it.”
I laugh again. She’s funny, but she does have a point. I could probably do better than babysitting an elderly partner who doesn’t even know my name.
“Did you see that they’re doing interviews for Cameron Sanchez’s secretary replacement?” I ask Katie.
“Ahhh. Antonio Banderas. Here’s your chance to snag him.”
I laugh.
“Very funny.”
“Seriously,” she says. “You should apply. Why not? He’s hot and the work would be a bit more challenging than mashing up bananas for an old guy.”
“How do you know about the bananas?” I ask her.
“I used to be a floater.”
“Hmmm.”
I look at her. If this pothead could apply for and get an upgraded position and raise, then maybe I could do. But really, I just want to be closer to Cameron. The thought of seeing him every day makes my heart race. The thought of being physically near him makes my underwear start to feel damp.
“Seriously,” Katie says, snapping me out of my fantasy. “If you stay here long enough, they’re going to either want to promote you or fire you. Nobody wants to be a floater forever. They’ll get suspicious about your lack of ambition.”
I stare at her.
“Yeah, ask me how I know,” she says. “I wasn’t the most ambitious person. I was fine with just being a floater. No responsibility. No risk. But they asked me if I wanted to move up to being an assistant. They kind of heavily implied that it was required of me if I wanted to stay on, because Janice had a niece in high school who needed the job of floater at a law firm for her college application. So, I got assigned to a first-year associate who was more clueless than I was and it was hell. Then I had to actually work my ass off to prove myself and finally get transferred to work for Jim. It’s easy work because he knows what he’s doing and has a paralegal and rarely needs a lot of help. So, I advise you to short circuit my long and twisting path and just jump straight up to working for Cameron before they assign you to someone really awful.”
“If they let me,” I tell her.
“Well, sure. You’ll have to apply. Just impress them. But you don’t want to wait and have to say yes to being assigned to work for someone awful. Like that flighty partner named Janice. Or those associate attorneys who look like Barbies. Mandy and Candy and whoever. Or that dopey guy who follows them around.”
“That reminds me,” I tell Katie, now that she mentions the newest associates. “Yesterday you said something about Madilyn St. Clair and Asher Marks.”
“Did I?” I ask, and both of us laugh. “I was a bit baked yesterday.”
“I know.”
“I got a little too excited about my first day of freedom with Jim being gone for the week. Gotta cut down on the smoking at work.”
“You think?” I ask sarcastically.
“But yeah,” she says. “Madilyn and Asher are a thing. A thing thing. Usually he has some weird sort of sub/dom relationship with whomever he picks to be his mentee. He trains them in everything. And I do mean everything.”
A shiver runs down my spine but it’s the good kind of shiver. I wish it was Cameron who chose someone to do that to, and I wish he would do it to me.
“After a little while, he moves onto the next. But this time, people are saying it’s true love and barfy things like that. He actually fell for his employee. Someone so much younger than him. And they’re in luuuuuuuurve.”
“Wow,” I say, pretending to think it’s kind of gross.
Usually I would think that. But now I think it’s kind of hot. Because I can’t help but think of Cameron. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me.
“Yeah,” Katie says. “But it’s got a lot of people around here talking. Some people are jealous and can be backstabbing bitches. So, we’ll see how things play out.”
She shrugs.
“Well thanks for filling me in,” I tell her. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you talk so much.”
“Girl, I have ADHD and social anxiety. I either talk a mile a minute or not at all. That’s why I need this stuff. That reminds me.”
She digs around in her beaded hemp purse that’s lying on the floor beside her until she finds her vape pen and takes it out.
“Want a hit?” she asks, holding it out to me.
“No thanks,” I tell her. “I have to get back to Mr. Mack. Hopefully he’s still alive.”
“Yeah but that means a long lunch hour of banana mashing for you,” she says.
“Ha.”
I leave the file room and go check on Mr. Mack again. But his head is down and he’s snoring. I head out to eat my own lunch but for the rest of the afternoon I can’t get over the conversation I just had with Katie.
What if Cameron were interested in the type of relationship that Asher Marks is into? What if he wanted to tie me up? Spank my ass?
I can barely contain myself all day long. At 3:20 I tell Mr. Mack it’s time to leave if he wants to make today’s showing of Judge Judy, which of course he does. He never requested his lunch so I didn’t have to mash his bananas.
After I drop him home I head to my apartment. I can’t believe I’m leading a semi-functional life for once. And I don’t want to ruin it by falling for an older partner and potential boss at work. Nor do I want to get my hopes up that he could even be my boss.
I shouldn’t even apply. Should I?
I run myself a bath and then get in. As the water and the bubbles rise I can’t stop thinking about Cameron Sanchez’s tall, broad shoulders. His dark eyes and perfect skin.
I wish he would take his suit off and let me see his naked body. I can’t help but want him. I let my fingers slide down under the water and run them along the lips of my vagina. I pretend that they’re Cameron’s fingers and slide them inside of myself. With my other hand I begin to rub my clit, wishing the Cameron could lick me and suck me.
I have a very active imagination for someone who has never actually had sex. In every other aspect of my life, I’ve been fearless. I’ve done some scary shit. But having sex feels like it would be the scariest.
Normally I feel that I can’t open my heart, or my legs, to anyone but myself or that would be giving them too much power over me. And my Battery Operated Boyfriends do just fine at satisfying my physical needs.
On that note, I grab my waterproof vibrator from the ledge of my tub and run it up and down on my clit. This time my fantasies run wild and I start to wish I could actually have sex with Cameron, instead of just with my vibrator.
I imagine him bending me over his desk and taking me from behind. I’m sure he has a huge cock that he knows how to use. He’d push it in and out of me while I called his name— quietly, of course, so that no one would catch us. But that would be half the fun.
I push the vibrator inside me while I also still feel it rubbing up against my clit. It’s such an amazing sensation, combined with the thought of letting Cameron actually take me, that I feel a strong orgasm start to rush over me.
“Cameron,” I murmur, barely even realizing I’m saying his name as I come. “Take me. Teach me. Train me.”
I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want him to be my boss. And my first fuck. I want him to be my everything.
I guess I’d better get ready to interview for the job as his assistant tomorrow.