Updated: Feb 12
Jean was a super confident and sexy businesswoman. She liked nice clothes, fancy shoes and money. She was extremely driven, hardworking and intelligent. She had worked in admin for over 14 years and she was one tough cookie. No one would mess with her; she had a reputation as a bitch. Once someone ate her muesli bar out of the break room and she had them sacked for theft.
Thursday morning Jean was getting off the bus and walking into the building when she spotted a young man wandering around outside.
"You look lost," said Jean.
"I am a bit," said the handsome stranger.
"Well, if you tell me where you need to be maybe I can help you," she said with a glint in her eye, because she thought he was terrific looking.
"I'm looking for Jean Mottershead," said the mysterious lost man.
"You've found her!" replied Jean.
"Oh, you're not what I was expecting."
"What do you mean?"
"I was expecting someone . . . less attractive."
"Well, you certainly are charming. Why’re you looking for me?" Jean enquired.
"You ordered some stationary and there seems to be a huge error on the form," the young man looked panicked and pushed his glasses back up his nose.
"That's impossible, I always check and recheck these things, come up to my office and we’ll sort this out once and for all," Jean said, spun around and headed to her office.
The tall handsome stranger followed Jean, sat down and Jean went and sat behind her desk.
The office was like something out of an Ikea catalogue, all beech and glass. She had some frames with her City and Guilds, and G.N.V.Q. qualifications in them.
Jean flicked the mini electric heater on, because the portacabin was always cold in the morning.
"Should heat up soon," said Jean rubbing her hands together.
"Now show me what you have," she said to him briskly.
"Excuse me?" said the man
"The forms, I need to see this so called mistake."
"Oh yes of course, here it is," the man handed Jean the form and sat back on his grey plastic chair.
"What's your name?" asked Jean glaring up at him.
"Paul Johnson," replied Paul Johnson.
"Well Mr Johnson, I see what's happened here, I've smudged the number one here and so it looks like a seven," Jean explained.
"Oh okay,” said Paul.
"I hope that sorts everything out" said Jean
"Yes" said Paul.
"Good" replied Jean
Paul got up and walked to the door and was just about to leave when Jean said to him, "Fancy a blow job?"
He certainly did.