SERIAL FICTION

Climbing The Professional Ladder To A Better Job

Shadows Of Mayday #34: Judith #1: She knew what she wanted and made sure she got it

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Judith walked up and down the aisles of the tax-free shop and selected packages of cookies and bags of sweets.

I will miss this wonderful country, she thought.

She had been here for five weeks and had the most wonderful time visiting different towns and sights. It was well worth saving up for this trip. Judith had set aside money for years and while she did so, she searched for a pen friend in the Netherlands. She found two. Exchanging emails with the one only lasted for two years and then it stopped without warning.

At first Judith didn’t understand why she stopped receiving emails, but then she found the obituary online.

Judith continued her correspondence with her other pen friend. Five years into their pen friendship, Judith told her friend she wanted to visit the country. She said she would stay in a hostel. Her friend, who was a widow just like Judith, put a stop to that. She invited Judith to stay with her, and after considering it briefly, Judith accepted the invitation.

Judith lost her husband after only six years of marriage. They got married when they were both twenty years old. Her husband was a kind man, unless he was drunk. Then he hit her and she frequently called in sick while she was nursing bruises on her face.

At first, it didn’t happen that much, until they were five years into their marriage. Things got difficult at his work, and he found solace in the booze.

Judith had to call in sick more than she did before, because he got more abusive. She considered leaving the marriage after months of battering, when one night the doorbell rang. Judith opened the door and two police officers — a man and a woman — stood in the porch's light, holding their hats in their hands.

She knew their message, even before they spoke. Her husband had a fatal car accident. She cried for days. Yes, she was sad, but she cried mostly in relief. Judith vowed never to be married again, and she had kept to it.

She excelled in her work, climbing the ladder from being one of the typists to being the secretary of the managing director. It was hard work, and she didn’t always do things by the book.

Judith had a healthy sexual appetite, and being only twenty-six when her husband died, she was full of sexual feelings and desires.

At first, Judith reverted to pleasuring herself. She masturbated almost every day and learned everything about her body. Judith could bring herself to a quick climax to relieve her sexual tension, but also drag her masturbation sessions out over an entire evening before allowing an orgasm to consume her body. She pleasured herself on and off for two years, but then the longing for a man got too intense.

Still, she was afraid to get involved again. Judith had not forgotten the abuse of the man who said he loved her, only to hit her again.

She was still reconsidering her decision not to be married again, when one day a manager walked into the typists’ office. Every woman stopped typing and looked at him where he stood just inside the door. He looked lost, and the typists stared. After several seconds of silence, Judith got up and went to him.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m looking for the copying room. I thought it was here,” he said.

“Oh, it’s on the next floor,” she said.

“My secretary always does it, but she’s off sick and I really need copies of this,” he said as he nodded his head toward the files he held in his hand.

“Let me help you with those,” Judith said and took it from him.

She walked out of the room and towards the lifts. He followed her into the lift and to the copy room on the next floor. The typist pool was right below them.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” he asked. “I don’t want you to run behind on your work.”

The typists worked according to daily quotas.

“Don’t worry,” she said and smiled. “I’m way ahead with my work.”

She kept on glancing sideways at the attractive man. Judith noticed the wedding band on one of his fingers.

“When will your secretary be back?” she asked.

“She’s got the flu. She called in sick this morning. I’m afraid she might be away for the rest of the week and it’s only Monday.”

He sounded desperate. Over the years, Judith had witnessed how helpless men seemed to be when they ended up in leading positions.

“You know you can have a typist assigned to stand in for your secretary while she’s off sick, don’t you?”

Judith smiled sweetly, waiting for his reaction.

“Will you do it?”

“If you have me assigned, yes, I will.”

After lunch, Judith moved her things to the manager’s office. She was a natural and did the work as if she had always been his secretary. Judith answered calls, made appointments for the manager, typed his documents and letters and brought him coffee.

The next day, her first full day as his interim secretary, Judith wore a blouse that showed off her cleavage — not too much, but certainly not too little either.

The night before, she had an epiphany. She didn’t want to be married again, but there were other ways to let men into her life. The man she helped that afternoon excited her. She wanted to seduce him. Yes, he was married, but she could be discreet.

Judith didn’t mind being the ‘other woman’. It would be the perfect fit. She would have a man in her life and he couldn’t make any demands because of his marital status. If he ever came to the idea of divorcing his wife so he could be with her, Judith would end the affair.

That day, showing off her cleavage, she set her plan to seduce him into action. She had only four days to get him hooked, and she had to be careful. If anyone else got a notion of what she was up to, she would be fired.

On her second full day as his secretary, she stood right next to him, showing him a letter she had typed. She showed him a specific sentence he dictated earlier and suggested that they formulate it differently.

He squirmed in his seat with her so close to him. Had she not noticed that he was interested in her, she might not have pursued seducing him. She stood still when his hand crept up her legs and ended just under her bottom.

“Will you have dinner with me tonight?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” she said, took the document and walked out of his office, controlling each step. Judith did her utter best not to jump in the air with joy that she had succeeded so quickly.

He took her to a restaurant on the top floor of a nearby hotel. They had a beautiful view of the city. He flirted with her, courted her and by the end of the evening Judith had him wound around her little finger. Judith feigned tiredness when he asked if he could come home with her.

“It’s better to come over on the weekend. We both have to work tomorrow,” she said.

“But I ha…” he stopped talking and nodded.

“Can I at least kiss you?” he asked as they stepped into the lift to ride the fifty-five floors down to ground level.

“Yes,” Judith said in a soft voice and lowered her eyes to hide the signs of victory showing there, “you may.”

Their kiss lasted almost as long as it took to ride the floors down to the exit of the building. He drove her back to the office. Her car was still in the parking lot. She thanked him for dinner, opened the door and got out. Both drove off to their separate homes.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #35

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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