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For The Love Of BBC
(Kelly Addams)

Annie was what you would call an average girl. Not in looks, because in that department she was stunning. Average in not really being spectacular when it came to the social scene, she had never been the centre of attention, she had never had the charisma to draw people to her or hang on her every word. She was simply happy to be herself, get on with the job that she loved, and try to maintain a level of harmony in the office. Harmony with Kim was easy, she may have been the boss but Annie thought of her more like, if not a big sis, then a BFF.

And Elliot is great she added, Elliot was the other half of Kim's number one team. He was younger than herself, but just three years meant nothing. Because he's mature beyond his years she told herself. Elliot was just eighteen, and he had graduated from high school way ahead of his peers, of course Kim had seen his potential in an instant and brought him in as an intern while he was in college.

And we make a great team, me, Kim and Elliot. Actually we're an awesome team she added as she remembered how the three of them had pulled the soap company from the very brink of disaster.

She cast her mind around the rest of the company, no one particularly stood out in her opinion. Janice the storyboard artist was nice enough in a sort of wet and limp way. She was more mouse than human in Annie's opinion, and about as imposing as a lettuce leaf that has been left out of the fridge for a couple of days. Annie knew that she wasn't the most enigmatic girl alive, but even I beat her hands down.

There were other staff, mostly administration, Annie had limited contact with them other that a "hi" in the morning, and a "bye" in the evening.

But even if I'm not so close to the others, I'd rather spend an eternity with all of them rather than an hour with... him!

People can't help going bald she thought, it's just a fact of life. And most of those people manage to lose their hair yet still look dignified... but him, the baldness just adds to the aura of sleaze that surrounds him. She was considering Gary of course.

Sick fuck she thought as she closed her eyes and tried to chase away the image of a semi hard white penis that had landed in her in-box one morning.

When confronted he had thrown his arms in the air in mock alarm before claiming that his email account had been hacked and he would never do something as perverted as that. "Imagine, what sort of man would send a photo of his cock to the sexiest girl in the office... that's not my style."

That's exactly your style Annie had thought, she'd seen the grin and the glint in his eye as he denied all knowledge of the event. He sent it, and now he's getting off on the knowledge that I've seen his cock! Damn, that creep even gives perverts a bad name.

He was the one man in the office that no woman wanted to ride with in the elevator alone, they all knew about his habit that some described as "pocket billiards" played with a short stick and two balls. Even limp and lacklustre Janice was wary of him.

But he seems to be totally unaware, or unconcerned that he freaks out just about every woman that he meets?

He either has a thick skin or a thick head, and I'm sure it isn't the latter, he knows what he's doing, he's trying it on with everyone to judge reactions. She'd heard about men like that. In general they were all what could be described as challenged in the charisma and looks departments, these were the guys who could only get a date if they paid in advance, and then only on the condition there would be no kissing. The women they dated were generally jaded, world worn and available to hire by the hour.

But even though Gary is definitely in that group he's so cocky and confident. He was a master of innuendo, in fact it was said that he could turn even the most mundane of conversations smutty given the opportunity.

He looked for the women that didn't feel uncomfortable with his crude and sometimes very suggestive comments and hints. Gary could soon identify a low self-esteem slut and take advantage. And knowing that's how he thinks is what makes me feel so dirty when he tries that trick on me... and Kim of all people? His boss, and a woman that he should show the utmost respect. Maybe he thought that he could get away with it because they were almost the same age? Kim had turned forty just a month or so earlier, and he had reached the age of thirty-nine just a few days later.

But even if they are about the same age, and have a longer history in the company than me, he should still show the proper respect.

This place would be so much calmer, happier and relaxed if he wasn't around... and after what he did to us... "Slimy bastard!" she whispered, then looked around to check that no one had heard her.