Alexander The Office Vampire

Alexandra The Office Vampire
Every morning as she came into the office, she brought a bouquet of fresh flowers that she placed in the vase on her desk. She threw out the old ones, although they were only 24 hours old, rinsed out the vase, poured fresh water in and delicately arranged the flowers in it.
Always dressed in the most outrageously sexual outfits, sometimes, very short skirts with white knee-high platform boots, other times long dresses very low cut on the bosom and slit to the hips, with stiletto heels of all colours and then again, she could wear a tight leather skirt or flowing dress but generally showed her legs. Once or twice however, she did wear pants. On one occasion, they were black leather and another time white summery transparent trousers, though she hardly ever wore jeans, and in no way did she wear tacky clothes. Her constant swaying of hips denoted her awareness of the effect she was having on us, the veritable weaker sex.
Although she never covered herself very much, even in the midst of Summer, her skin remained particularly white, her eyes, sometime bluey green and other times, almost transparent grey, gave off an uncanny and strange contrast with her light complexion. Her long jet-black hair often hid her tender features and even if she didn’t seem to comb it very often, it always looked silky, soft and shiny and neatly groomed to perfection. Her teeth were particularly white, they gleamed brightly and were perfectly aligned but this appeared to be only visible due to her rosy red bulgy lips. When she opened her mouth and gave off an innocent grin, which most of the time, wasn’t that innocent, the brightness of her teeth clashed with the glow her lips exuded.
Most of the men in the office were secretly in love with Alexandra and she knew it but no one, actually appeared to have ever gone out with her. Her desk was next to the main entrance, after all, she was the head receptionist, although she couldn’t be more than 22 or 23 but I know she was a highly intelligent and had diplomas as long as her arm, apparently at the age of fourteen, she’d passed her major end of school exams and entered university at 15 or so it said in her file, so why was she only a receptionist? I don’t know but there must have been some reason. It’s true she’d only been in the firm a few of months but I’m sure she could do better, anyway all this was office rumour, and everyone knows what that means. Coming back to her geographical position in the office, I sat across the room from her and had a perfect view of her entire person. When she sat behind her desk, I could see everything beneath it and very rarely did she were panties. When she did, they were the same colour as her skin. I’m sure she knew that I occasionally gaped as she had a habit of crossing and uncrossing her legs voluntarily with a very slight grin on her face. To add to the stimulation that constantly perturbed me, she had no pubic hairs and she knew exactly how that affected most men and me in particular. Just thinking about it was enough to cause an erection and at times, it was very difficult to contain myself and concentrate on my work. Being an accounting clerk in a computer firm wasn’t very exciting but having Alex (as she liked being called), sit opposite me did bring a little glow to my otherwise everyday droning life. It’s true that, Jennifer, who was about 40, also very glam and Polly, the boss’s secretary, who seemed in her mid 40s but, I knew for a fact, was 37 and always wore jeans, never fixed her hair
2
and never wore make up, weren’t at all a problem for Alex, for stood out in the field perfectly leaving the other women in the office far behind.
When customers came in, they only saw her top half, but that alone was enough to get any male’s libido heating up. It was obvious she never wore bras, but of course for a person to know she had no underwear, he would have had to drop his pen in front of her desk and bend down to pick it up and that didn’t happen very often.
That day, I had no idea that my life was going to change drastically. I thought to myself, “what the hell, no-one ever seems to ask her out and I’m sure she doesn’t have a boyfriend so what have I got to lose”, I therefore stood up to go to the coffee machine in the storeroom behind the other office and as I did so, Alexandra did too. I thought, “wow, my lucks in today”, OK, so I knew that everyday around 10, she went to get her morning coffee and for once, I decided beat her to it. It was a good way of being alone with her for a few moments.
As we both left the office, she turned and smile at me, I could feel her warm breath as she lightly brushed my shirt with her hair.
‘Going for coffee?’ I asked.
‘You know I do everyday at this time.’ She uttered in her smooth soft voice.
I had no answer for that, but her come-on grin was enough for me to not want to go back and sit down.
‘I felt like a coffee today for a change. Is it really good, I mean what does it really taste like?’
‘You don’t know what coffee tastes like?’ She questioned surprised.
Again I was lost for words. I didn’t know what I could say without looking foolish, so I quickly mumble something that, after thought, just didn’t seem to have any sense, and I wished I’d shut up.
‘Euh, I mean this office coffee, is it as tasty like real coffee?’
We’d reached the machine. She put her coin in the slot and waited for the cup to fill then bent over just in front of me to pick it out of the machine. Her buttocks lightly brushed my groin and I could feel myself harden again, after all, she was wearing that very short red kilt with small white socks in her black high stiletto heels, Her legs were perfectly curved and her tense thigh muscles stood out as the soft white skin shone in the light coming from the sun through the window. I could hardly hold myself back from grabbing her. Her white blouse was filled with her braless breasts and I could see her nipples proudly boasting their hardness under her as she was bent over. It was hot enough without my adding personal moisture under my armpits and on my face.
She straightened herself up again and turned towards me handing me her cup. Her breasts were now touching my chest, I could feel her hardened nipples pressing against me and I was beginning to really flush which made me perspire even more.
‘Here!’ She said as she offered me the cup, ‘Taste it, then you’ll know if it’s
really worth putting your coin in the slot.’
I found that expression ambiguous but I put the coffee to my lips and didn’t really notice what taste it did have.