The New Guy (pt.1)

The New Guy (pt.1)

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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I was adequate at my job and better looking than the other CSRs, so I was near the top of the pecking order as far as being able to work with the top brokers but our current ‘top brokers’ were on the downhill slide

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I was adequate at my job and better looking than the other CSRs, so I was near the top of the pecking order as far as being able to work with the top brokers but our current ‘top brokers’ were on the downhill slide

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Submitted: April 10, 2012

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I was two years out of college and had gotten this job-well, my original job with this company- a few months after graduation. I started out as a receptionist, with my official ‘Linsay’ name plate on the front desk for Berry Raymond, an investment firm.

I progressed to become a CSR or client sales representative which is investment house talk for ‘sales assistant’ or ‘secretary’. It hadn’t taken too long to realize that the only way to make any real money as a CSR was either to steal it or hook up with one of the bigger brokers at the firm and most of them were so disgusting that no 22 year-old woman with an ounce of self-respect would stoop to that. (Okay --some would. However, I would not.) I also felt that I was too pretty for prison, so stealing was not an option, either.

I was adequate at my job and better looking than the other CSRs, so I was near the top of the pecking order as far as being able to work with the top brokers but our current ‘top brokers’ were on the downhill slide as far as revenue production was concerned. Plus, they were at least two of the following: arrogant, ignorant, over-weight, alcoholic, or happily married.

However, the Branch Manager was in the process of recruiting a ‘BSD’ for the branch. In our world, a ‘BSD’ is a ‘big swinging dick’ which is parlance for a very successful financial advisor and my manager said that this new guy was successful, smart, humble, and divorced. He was leaving his old firm because we were going to pay him a big signing bonus and the divorce had cost him plenty. I was to be his CSR.

He hadn’t told me that the new guy was in his early 50s, with dark but graying hair, coffee-bean eyes, and he had a smile that made me melt. His name was Jason and he had been a broker for over 20 years. He had moved half of his belongings into the biggest office in our suite and he walked around in that office, as if he was used to things like the biggest office, the nicest desk, the best restaurants, nice suits, expensive shirts, and silk ties. He oozed sophistication and comfort with his class.

As he was unpacking, I stuck my head in the door and volunteered, “Hi! I’m Linsay. I’m your CSR. You must be Jason. Welcome to our coal mine.”

He laughed and looked right into my eyes from behind his big desk. “Hello, Linsay. I’m Jason Braun. Thank you for welcoming me. I’m told that we’ll be working together. I just have one question for you.”

I’m sure I was blushing because I felt flushed but I was able to respond. “What question do you have for me Mr. Braun?”

“It’s Jason, ma’am and the question I have is ‘how did you mess up so bad that they decided to assign you to work with me’?” He smiled and looked right into my eyes again.

I literally dropped the files I was holding and of course, a thousand papers scattered to the floor, which in one way was good because I suddenly could not speak and in another way it was bad because I looked and felt like a bumbling gawker. Jason quickly stepped around his desk and knelt down to begin to pick up the papers I had spilled. I stood and looked at him for a moment and then knelt down to help him help me. I mumbled some sort of apology when I was down at his eye level and I was no more than four inches from him. I could smell him and it was not the smell of boys. It was not the smell of losers like the ones I had been working with. It was the clean smell of success and charm. It was intoxicating.

I also thought I caught just a glimpse of him looking down my blouse, too. “He’s human.” I thought. “That’s good.”

We finished the cleanup in just a moment and we both stood up. I’m sure my face was red and I felt very warm. “I think I know the answer Linsay.” He said and smiled again.

“To what, sir?” I had no idea what he was talking about. I don’t know why I called him ‘sir’. I really didn’t know what was going on with me at that moment.

“I figured out why you got stuck with me.” He responded and it was starting to come back to me. He pointed to the floor and then to the jumble of papers I was trying to keep in my arms.

“I never was much good at filing, either.” He smiled, turned, and walked back to his desk.

My eyes followed him and I focused on his ass. It was a nice ass. That suit was clearly tailored and Jason Braun had spent considerable time at the gym.When he got to the desk, he looked at me, again. “One last thing, please,” he said. It’s not ‘Mr. Braun’. It’s not ‘sir’. It’s Jason, Okay? Jason.”

“Yes sir.” I stammered. “I’ll work on that.” He smiled. I smiled. I was glad I didn’t drop the papers, again. It had been an exciting first day.


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