1. Hobson's Choice


    Date: 7/3/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: deviantsusie, Source: LushStories

    It had started as a normal shift. I arrived at the factory and changed in the females' changing room, though broom cupboard would have been a more accurate description. I stripped down to my bra and panties and just as I reached for my overalls, my eyes caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. I’d been working here for six months and my 5’7” figure was toned. At thirty-two I was the not only the youngest project manager, I was the only female project manager and I knew I was dressing down in an attempt to fit in. The overalls and helmets made everyone look the same but seeing my 32C boobs and my size ten body reflected back at me gave me a lift. After buttoning my overalls, I tied my long wavy auburn hair back in a ponytail, put on my helmet and walked out onto the factory floor. I was two hours into a six hour shift when the loudspeaker called, "Would Susan Hobson please come to the Boardroom." My heart sank. The was nothing worse for an engineer than to have to sit and explain to men in suits why things were not happening as quickly as their spreadsheets predicted. I thought about changing out of my overalls back into my ordinary clothes but then decided why bother dressing up for the suits. “Susan,” gushed Derek, my line manager as I walked into the Boardroom and immediately my heart sank. I knew this wasn’t going to be good. “Have a seat,” he continued as he busied himself getting me a coffee before sitting down and ...
    breaking the bad news. “Susan, the guys upstairs want a hands-on, proactive engagement type overview of the operation,” he wittered on. I felt my mind drifting as mangled jargon buzzwords spewed out of his mouth. However, the tiny part of my brain still listening rang alarm bells and I switched back in just in time to hear him say, “So you will have one of the executives shadowing you and your team for the next week or so.” He sat there with a stupid grin on his face as I exploded. “I am not having some suit shadowing me. They’ll get in the way,” I yelled at him, standing up and gesticulating wildly in the direction of the executive suite. “Too late,” he replied and looked over, just as the door opened and in she walked. She walked in as if she owned the place and as I stood there, mouth open, she ran her eyes over me, eyes sparkling. She stopped beside Derek and stood there in her killer heels, all 5’2” of her. “Is this Hobson?” she asked Derek, picking a piece of imaginary fluff off his jacket. I found I had to drag my eyes away from her slender frame, encased in a white silk blouse and black jacket and skirt. I didn’t even have time to wonder if they were stockings or tights that she was wearing before she turned to look at me and as she spoke, my ears shut down. All my brain activity was focused on the visuals. All I heard was, “I’m Lily…” before I just saw the red lips moving, almost in slow motion, the pale skin and heavy mascara around the eyes that were a vivid almost ...
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