Ashley Long glanced up from her desk in the tiny cubical to the clock on the wall by the door. Still another half hour until quitting time. She sighed and pressed the answer button to take the next customer in the never-ending stream of incoming calls at the busy call center where she worked. She took three more calls, none of which improved her mood, then looked back up at the clock. Two minutes past five. She was officially a person again.
She logged off her workstation and removed her headset, pulling it carefully from her long, wavy blonde hair. She shook her head slightly to untangle her hair, then stowed the headset in the top drawer of the desk she shared with three other women. Christ, she hated this place!
A familiar voice spoke up from behind her. “Are you coming out with us for drinks, Ash?”
She turned around to see her friend and roommate, Debbie pulling her light spring jacket on.
“Sure,” Ashley replied as she stood up and stretched her stiff muscles. Her hair flowed down her back as she did, her firm double D’s straining against the fabric of her bra. She wore a conservative knee length gray skirt, with her tanned and toned calves looking not quite so conservative. She smoothed her white blouse over her slim waist and smiled at Debbie, her blue eyes sparkling. She stood five-foot-seven, weighed about one-ten, and had the kind of beauty and graceful figure that made every man who saw her do a double-take. She lifted her jacket from the coat hook next to her desk and slipped it on. Gathering up her purse, she walked over to the elevator where Debbie was waiting.
Debbie was twenty, a year older than Ashley, and was also very pretty, although Ashley was the one who garnered the most attention from hopeful male suitors. She was a little shorter than Ashley, and had long, straight brown hair that reached almost to her waist. She wore a conservative business suit, as did everyone here, and spoke to a few other girls as they made th... Læs hele novellen
