Lucy Gives It Up for the Teacher

by Jackie White

  Table of Contents

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  Part 4

  Excerpts from other books

  Lucy gives it up for the boss

  Jackie White

  copyright 2011 Jackie White

  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, dead or alive, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Author: Jackie White

  Web site: http://www.JackieWhiteBooks.com

  Part 1

  Lucy hated to admit it, but Gary did look hot in a black suit. She had never seen him dressed up before. When they had been an item, he had always worn jeans or chinos, and a shirt. At work, he always wore baggy, blue overalls - not very flattering. The suit looked new, and Lucy wondered if he had bought it especially for today. He didn’t look comfortable, and kept pulling at his shirt collar. Lucy worked in telesales at The Trader Wine Company. Gary worked in the despatch department. Not long after she had started there, he had made it obvious he fancied her. He had pursued her for months before they had eventually got together at last year’s Christmas party. She’d had more to drink than she had intended, and had ended up giving him a blow job in the stationery cupboard. After that, it had seemed only polite to go out with the guy. But, although Gary was good looking, with a great body, he was dull as dishwater and rubbish in the sack. It had lasted a couple of months, but then Lucy had dumped him. Gary hadn’t spoken to her since.

  Lucy had been at Trader Wine for almost two years now. She had left school at sixteen with no meaningful qualifications. She had moved out of the family home at around the same time. Well, not so much moved out, as thrown out. Her mum was only seventeen when she had Lucy. Lucy had never known her father, and had been forced to look out for herself from a very young age. Her mum had always been out somewhere, with someone. After leaving school Lucy managed to find a room in a flat with a girl she knew from school. The girl was a couple of years older than Lucy, and by rights shouldn’t have allowed Lucy to take the room. But she needed the cash, so Lucy moved in. After two years of claiming benefit, and attending one useless job club after another, Lucy managed to land the telesales job at Trader Wine. The turnover of staff was ridiculous. Most people didn’t get through their first day. They couldn’t handle the constant pressure of sales targets. Although Lucy hated the job, she was a natural. She could talk for England, and that was basically the job. It helped that the majority of Lucy’s customers were men. She flirted with them outrageously, even though such behaviour wasn’t encouraged, and certainly wasn’t in the training manual. Her supervisors knew she did it, but turned a blind eye most of the time because Lucy got results. Her sales figures were always in the top five for the department.

  Trader Wine was closed for the day as a mark of respect to the founder who had died the previous week. The staff had been told they must attend the memorial service at St Thomas’. Lucy didn’t even know the guy. He was a million years old apparently and had not been seen around the firm for almost a year. Lucy had planned on giving the memorial service a miss until Alison, her best friend in the telesales department, had warned her they would be checking who didn’t turn up. Much as she hated her job, Lucy couldn’t afford to lose it. So there she sat, dressed in black, waiting for the service to begin.

  “Shit Lucy,” Alison whispered, pointing at Lucy’s skirt. “Didn’t you have anything more appropriate?”

  Lucy shook her head. Black wasn’t a colour she wore very often. The mini skirt she had on was the only black skirt or dress she possessed.

  “Your top’s not much better,” Alison said.

  Lucy didn’t see what was wrong with the top. It was a plain silk blouse. Nothing anyone could get offended at. Perhaps she had undone one button more than she should have. But she had a great cleavage and didn’t believe in hiding it.

  Alison said, “Have you seen Gary?”

  “Yeah. He looks good in that suit,” Lucy admitted reluctantly.

  “Do you wish you hadn’t dumped him now?”

  Before Lucy could answer, music filled the church. When the music eventually finished, everyone sat in silence and waited. A figure in the front row stood up and walked to the lectern.

  The man said, “We are here today to pay our respects to Howard Jacobs, the founder of Trader Wine.”

  Lucy and Alison were seated close to the back. Even from there Lucy could see the man was good looking.

  “Who’s he?” she whispered to Alison.

  Alison shrugged.

  The man at the lectern continued, “My grandfather founded this company over sixty years ago…”

  He was the grandson of Howard Jacobs, founder of Trader Wine. Lucy didn’t pay much attention to the rest of his speech, but she did study the man. He had Jet black hair, was around six feet tall with a lean physique. He looked to be in his early thirties.

  The memorial service lasted just under an hour. Lucy lost interest once the grandson had sat down. A few more people paid their tributes to the founder before everyone moved across the road to the Grassmoor Hotel.

  “Don’t go mad!” Alison said. She was worried Lucy would see the free bar as a licence to get hammered. “You don’t want to lose your job.”

  Lucy downed the vodka in one and said, “You worry too much.”

  Lucy had hoped she’d get a closer look at the grandson once they moved to the hotel, but he was nowhere to be seen. Gary was there though. He had been hovering around their table ever since Lucy and Alison had sat down. Lucy suspected he was hoping for a repeat performance of the Christmas party. It was a couple of months since Lucy had been with a man, and she was more than ready, but it wasn’t going to be with Gary. She knew where that would lead. She wanted something with no complications, no ties.

  Lucy had just downed her third Vodka when she saw the grandson walk through the function room door. She nudged Alison. Then, to Lucy’s disappointment, a tall blonde followed him into the room and stood next to him.

  “His wife?”

  Alison shrugged

  The man and the blonde took a seat at the far side of the room, next to the buffet. They were certainly a couple, but didn’t appear to have much to say to one another. Lucy concluded they must be married. Lucy hadn’t intended having anything to eat, but decided a trip to the buffet would give her a chance to get a better look at the man.

  “Do you want anything from the buffet?” she asked Alison.

  Alison smiled. She knew what Lucy was up to. “Get me a sausage roll.”

  As she walked across the room, Lucy was aware that a number of men were watching her. She didn’t wear a mini skirt to work very often, but whenever she did it had the same effect. She had great legs, even though she did say so herself.

  No expense had been spared on the buffet. Lucy didn’t know what half of the food on offer was. She avoided the more exotic food, grabbing only a couple of ham sandwiches, crisps and a sausage roll for Alison. Her eyes barely strayed from the man as she got closer and closer to him. He was exceptionally good looking, but he appeared very stern. Still it was a memorial service - he was hardly likely to be laughing and joking. Suddenly he looked straight at Lucy. She stopped dead in her tracks. She felt guilty, as though he must know she had been staring at him. She knew she should look away, but didn’t. The man’s gaze moved down her body. He was checking her out. There was no doubt about it. It felt as though he was undressing her. And she liked it. She would have liked it even more if he had been doing it for real. Finally he looked away, and Lucy walked back to her table.

  “He was checking me out” she couldn’t wait to tell Alison.

 
“In your dreams. He was probably wondering what the hell you were wearing at a memorial service.”

  Lucy hadn’t considered that. Perhaps he hadn’t been checking her out. Perhaps he was appalled at the skirt she was wearing at his grandfather’s memorial service. Oh well. She could dream couldn’t she?

  “Hi Lucy,” Gary broke his silence.

  “Sod off Gary,” Lucy said. She wasn’t that desperate.

  *******

  Part 2

  The phones in the telesales office were red hot the next morning, and Lucy wasn’t firing on all cylinders. She was still suffering from the after effects of the free Vodka. The founder’s grandson, whose name she had since discovered was Edward Jacobs, had left not long after Lucy had been to the buffet. Once he had left, there hadn’t been much else to do, except drink.

  Luckily for Lucy, she could flirt on auto-pilot, so her customers were still happy. She was on target to make the bonus this month. There was a handbag with her name on it at the Grandside Shopping Centre, so she had to keep going. Alison didn’t help. She knew Lucy was suffering and taunted her mercilessly. Lucy consoled herself it was Friday. She met up with the same three girls every Friday night. It was a tradition. She should have recovered by then. They usually had a few drinks at one of their houses before doing a pub crawl around town, and then off to a club. Lucy had made her mind up that tonight she was going to hook herself a man. She needed to get laid. In between calls, she planned what she would wear. Something particularly slutty was called for. Slutty chic.

  Lucy was suddenly aware that someone was looking over her shoulder. It was Claire, her supervisor. From her office, Claire could listen to any of the calls ‘for quality control reasons’. Lucy thought she had done okay this morning despite the pounding hangover. Had she upset a customer? She didn’t think so. Lucy used hand gestures to tell Lucy to come to her office once she had finished on the current call. Claire’s office was in the corner of the sales floor. Its glass walls allowed Claire to keep an eye on the telesales floor. The girls on the sales floor called it the goldfish bowl.

  “What have you done now?” Alison called after Lucy.

  Lucy shrugged. She didn’t know, but she knew this wasn’t good news. The last time she had been called into the goldfish bowl, it was to get a bollocking for taking her flirting too far. The customer hadn’t complained when she had asked if he needed her to give him a hand to unload. But her supervisor hadn’t liked it, and had given her an official warning. Lucy knocked on Claire’s door, and then opened it without waiting for a response.

  “Don’t sit down,” Claire said. She looked flustered. “They want to see you upstairs.”

  “Who does?”

  “I don’t know. The girl who telephoned didn’t say. You have to go straight away. Take the lift to the fifth floor, and then ask the girl at the reception desk. Hurry up - don’t keep them waiting.” Claire practically pushed Lucy out of the door.

  The fifth floor was where all the ‘chiefs’ were. They rarely ventured downstairs, and Lucy couldn’t remember anyone from the telesales floor ever going up there. Not even Claire.

  As she punched the ‘5’ button in the lift she wondered what was waiting for her. She was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be anything good. She must have really pissed someone off yesterday.

  The girl behind the reception desk on the fifth floor looked down her nose at Lucy. She wasn’t accustomed to seeing a commoner up here. She pointed Lucy towards the office at the far end of the corridor. Lucy was to knock on the door, and then wait until she was told to enter. It was hard to believe the fifth floor belonged to the same company. Paintings adorned the corridor walls on either side. The carpet was deep pile, and the furniture looked antique. It even smelled expensive.

  Lucy reached the end of the corridor. The name on the door was Howard Jacobs, the dead guy they had held the memorial for yesterday. She knocked and waited. A man’s voice shouted ‘Come.”

  Walking into the office was like travelling back in time. The office was enormous, almost half the size of the entire telesales floor. The floor was polished wood with a large Oriental rug in the centre. Even more paintings adorned the walls. At the far end of the room, next to the window was a massive mahogany desk. Behind the desk sat Edward Jacobs.

  “Come closer,” he said without looking up from his paperwork.

  Lucy knew she was about to be fired. Alison had been right. He must have been pissed off because of the short skirt she had worn. Lucy inched her way towards the desk trying to think what she might say to rescue her job. When she was a couple of feet from his desk, he finally looked up.

  “Lucy I believe.” He was looking her straight in the eyes now.

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely more than a squeak. She coughed to try to clear her dry throat.

  “We met yesterday. Do you recall?” He said.

  “Yes. If it is about the skirt…”

  He pushed his chair back and stood up, “It certainly is about the skirt. Do you think that was appropriate attire for a memorial service?”

  “No, but I didn’t have anything else to wear.”

  He walked around the desk, his gaze never leaving Lucy’s eyes. He walked behind her. She didn’t like to turn around, so she stared out of the window. The Trader Wine building was the tallest in the area, so all she could see was the sky. His footsteps stopped. She could sense him standing right behind her. She’d had enough of this bullshit, if he was going to sack her why didn’t he get on with it.

  “Look if you are going to sack me…”

  “What makes you think I am going to sack you?”

  “Because of the skirt,” she said.

  There was a silence which seemed to last forever, then he said, “You wanted me to fuck you yesterday didn’t you?”

  Lucy spun around to face the man. She couldn’t take in what he had just said.

  “What…?”

  “I said you wanted me to fuck you yesterday. Are you going to deny it?”

  Wow. This guy was direct. Lucy could feel the dampness on the front of her panties. What could she say? It was true. She had wanted him yesterday, but she couldn’t just come out and say it. Could she?

  Before she had the chance to say anything, the man grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, so she was facing the desk again. Then he pushed her forward, so she was bent over the desk. His hand pulled her skirt up to reveal her panties. Lucy desperately tried to remember which ones she had put on that morning. His hand reached around her, and pulled her panties to one side. His fingers touched her moist pussy lips. She caught her breath, and moved her feet apart. She was wetter than she had been for months. His fingers found her clit and teased it slowly at first, then faster. Two fingers pushed slowly inside her, while he continued to tease her clit with his other hand. His fingers curved inside her and caressed the spot. She was lost in pleasure when he suddenly stopped and stepped away.

  “What the fuck…?” Lucy turned around to face the man who still wore the same stony expression.

  “I have a meeting in twenty minutes, there is a car waiting for me downstairs. I suggest we reconvene on Monday morning when I will have more time. “

  Lucy straightened her panties, and pushed her skirt down. “Reconvene…?”

  “That’s correct. Now off you go, back to your office.”

  The man walked over to the door, and held it open for Lucy. As she walked towards the lift, she wondered what the hell had just happened. The girl behind the reception desk looked up, making Lucy feel even more uncomfortable. As Lucy rode down in the lift, she checked the mirror. She looked fine, although a little red in the cheeks.

  “What was that all about?” Alison demanded as soon as Lucy arrived back at her desk.

  “Nothing.” Lucy knew she couldn’t say anything about what had just happened. Besides what would she say? She didn’t even understand it herself. Alison was persistent, so in the end Lucy told her that she had been given a warning because of the
skirt incident. That seemed to satisfy Alison.

  The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Lucy switched to auto-pilot to answer her calls, but all the time she kept having flashbacks. Reconvene on Monday - did that really mean what she thought it did?

  *******

  Part 3

  Lucy telephoned her girlfriends to cancel. They assumed she must be ill because Lucy would never miss a Friday night out. Lucy had other things on her mind. And there were far more questions than answers.

  Did Edward Jacobs really intend to fuck her on Monday when they reconvened?

  Did she want him to? Hell she knew the answer to that one - she did, and then some.

  What was she meant to do on Monday? Should she just go up to his office or would he call for her?

  What should she say to Alison?

  Who was the blonde he had been with at the hotel? Was he married?

  Lucy’s head was in a spin all weekend. She went into town by herself on Saturday morning. She would normally have given one of her friends a call, but she didn’t want to face awkward questions. She spent far more than she should have done on matching pink bra and panties. She was counting the hours.

  After the longest weekend she had ever known, Monday finally arrived. Her flatmate, Karen, was amazed to find Lucy ready for work twenty minutes earlier than usual. Lucy was wearing a plain, knee length red dress. Something she had worn to work many times before. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself.

  “Are you all right?” Karen said.

  “Yeah why?”

  “It’s Monday. You don’t do Monday mornings. You don’t do any mornings!”

  Lucy didn’t want to get into this conversation, so she excused herself and went out to catch the bus.

  “Are you feeling okay?” Alison said when she saw Lucy was already at her desk. Alison had never known Lucy to get in before her. Lucy shrugged. Her mind was on other things. She couldn’t get the image of Edward Jacobs out of her mind. She was determined to wipe that stony expression off his face.