Colleague’s transfer

Author: libertyind
Word count: 51673
The ratio of men to women in our industry is extremely unbalanced. It is not as good as hospitals, banks, and shopping malls, which are full of beautiful women, or even one-to-one. That’s why I had to find s to satisfy my little desire. However, there are a few women whose looks can only be described as mediocre, and they are all married. Earlier, in the dead of night, they would secretly lie on the ground, kowtow to their workstations, stuff their daily slippers into their pants, and lick their tongues on the other side, enjoying the plane happily. Now that I think about it, really, isn’t there a better woman? You have to face them, but maybe this is a kind of sadomasochism. Maybe she doesn’t need to be too good-looking, but every time she has a blessing in identity, occupation, and clothing, it adds more interest. The middle-aged woman who is usually weak and bully by everyone, the married wife who has an aggressive mouth like a knife, and that weird inner child who is pretty but neurotic, there are all kinds of strange shapes. But whenever I do these wretched things, I always worry that there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me from various corners, which makes me always want to do things hastily. After so many years, there are always those familiar faces, but I don’t feel much anymore. The supervisor was worried that the recruited female employees would not be able to work well if they were pregnant and asked for leave, so the unit had not received fresh blood from the opposite sex for several years. Seeing that everyone is working in a relatively depressing working environment, lifeless, this year, it is assigned to us a young girl.
She is very delicate, tall, and can wear some light makeup. It is said that she was the president of the student union when she was in school. When the unit recruited her, she was attracted by her excellent experience and performance, especially the idea that “the next 7 or 8 years, I have no plans to have children, and prepare for DINK”. So they recruited her. At first glance, the girl looked weak and well-educated. She prepared a small gift for each colleague. The candy was carefully wrapped by hand. Although it looked cheap, there was a strong friendship in it.
She was assigned to the technical department. She obviously has the appearance and character of a liberal arts student, but she has the brains of a science student. She is not inferior to our old employees and technical skinny at work. This also makes the leaders look at her with admiration. I have always had an unknown fondness for Xueba. To be precise, every class leader from childhood to adulthood, as long as they are women, I have silently fantasized about being the object of the heroine who abused me. And she in front of her is no exception. She sits in the empty seat behind her, that is, the seat where everyone can see her clearly as long as they turn their heads, and the seat that no one wants to sit in, especially my kind of dark personality, if I sit there, I will probably die. Her strength of mind is astonishing. Whenever she comes to me to ask questions, she will be polite, using a half-squatting position with me, humbly asking for advice, but I am full of slavishness, I like to be condescending, I just want to be scorned by her, I always lower my body, a little lower than her hair tip, and answer patiently. After answering, you may also get a small fruit from the little girl, or a small gift of some kind. I have to say that in terms of life and social interaction, we old comrades are tightly grasped by this fresh little flower. Everyone happily told her about their own experiences or great achievements in the past. Even if the words sounded embarrassing to others, the little girl would listen with a smile on her face. From her active inquiry at the beginning to the unconscious willingness of everyone to go to her seat to tell her stories, this subtle change made other women in the office feel jealous. They didn’t have a good relationship with her, and even made things difficult for her, asking her to do chores that interns could do, even serving tea and water. At first, the little girl was always silent, satisfying their desire to bully with that kind of invisible smile. After everyone gradually got to know the little girl, they probably knew that the little girl was harmless to humans and animals. Coupled with the bribes of small gifts and other things, these elder sisters didn’t talk much, and even some people with a sense of justice would come out to rescue her. The great power contained in a small seed made my admiration for her even deeper. .t) _- N; d* ^% C: z, @* ^
I inquired about her past, and I secretly checked her resume at the personnel department. I rely on double majors, double breaks in arts and sciences, and I am also proficient in computer programming, mathematics, physics, and mechanics. I, a person who only hides in a corner and lusts silently, is only worthy of watching her from a distance. In addition to watching dramas, surfing forums, and blowing water with group friends, I have a new goal in my life, which is to appreciate the little girl’s every frown, smile, and every move. Her different outfits, different makeup looks, the same dripping and elegant voice, and tactful words all attract me, like overflowing liquid, slowly flowing to her feet, wanting to wrap its soles tightly, slowly penetrate, erode, penetrate, and integrate with her. Seeing her back and playful little feet swaying there, the way she bends down to tie her shoelaces, the way she lifts up her sandals in summer, the way her little heels are exposed, the light-colored nail polish glistens under the sunlight, making people want to pull their head off and put it under her feet as a cushion, that will definitely make me happy and willing to die immediately.
Everything exists only in my obsession, and I dare not take any further actions. She is like a pet in the hall, located in the center of the crowd, surrounded by layers of petal-like old men, and it is even more difficult to touch her. I can only take the opportunity of a few night shifts to carefully sniff the place where she sat and the floor where her feet trampled, except for the slightest fragranceAnd the smell of dust and nothing else. No matter how hard I try to imagine her sitting in front of me, insulting me, and abusing me, I can’t concretize the fantasy. Diaosi is probably like this, always only through fantasy