Jessica’s new Job

Jessica knew what was coming, she had not exactly excelled at her new role at Head Office of Arkwright’s Extrusions Otley North Yorkshire.

She hadn’t done too badly as a receptionist at the Aluminium division but maybe she should not have gone for the role of secretary to the board of directors. The writing was on the wall, first a verbal warning, then the written one and now she had really really messed up sending a sealed bid to the wrong email address. It was only a matter of time.

Old Tom Arkwright came in to the office and sat down, “Thee’s fucked up big time this time Young Jessie,” he chided, “Sending quote to Beardmore’s not Breadmores, can’t thee read.

“I heard him wrong Mr Arkwright.” she apologised.

“Well that’s as may be,” old Tom acknowledged, “But lucky for us they saw the funny side, but I reckon thee’s spending thee’s day daydreaming,” he suggested, “Probably about shagging, I know that’s what I did when I were your age.”

“No!” Jessie protested, but he wasn’t wrong, she had this itch which wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard she tried,and she tried very hard, in fact she had already spent nearly an hour in the washroom wanking trying to make herself cum and it wasn’t lunchtime yet.

“You spends more time wanking than working young Jessica, you had two warnings, verbal and written so you know what comes next.”

“I’ll get my things,” Jessie sighed.

“No I spoke to young Jeremy and we think we have a solution,” Tom explained, “You’re over sexed, now obviously much as I’d like I can’t sort you out but I have done a rota and I reckon between the directors we can juggle things so they can spend a hour a day shaggimg you.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me first?” Jessie demanded.

“Oh no, It wouldn’t have been fair,” he said, “Getting thee hopes up if they weren’t up for it.”

“Well you can stuff your solution,” Jessie snapped, “I resign!”

“I thought you might say that,” Tom said, “Now as you know Arkwrights of Otley Plastics division supply the Motor industry, from Dash board to door handles and ash trays to Rover cars nainly.”

”No I didn‘t,” Jessie replied and she couldn‘t really care any less if she tried.

”And Dildos and that for Summers and Pirate Shops and that,” he continued, “So I thought mebbe if you stuck one of them up yourself you could have a little wank while you was working.”

“You randy old pervert,” Jessie gasped

“Thing is with young Alan joining company, and he’s a bit of a whiz with electronics, we though about branching out into vibrators and mebbe if you gets on all right with dilldos you could help design the new product,” Tom suggested, “Job’s yours if you want it.”

“You want me to stick a dildo up me and sit he answering the phone and typing?” Jessie asked.

“That’s about the long and short of it,” Tom says, “I got a ***********ion in a presentation box in me case look.”

Tom fumbled with his briefcase and pulled out a stylish leather bound presenation box and opened it for Jessica to see.