There's no one around, and you can't do your job unless you know where the problem is. If there's someone in the supply cupboard, maybe they can tell you what's up.
You open the door and step inside. It's a long, low room more than a cupboard, windowless and cramped, stuffed with metal shelving and cardboard boxes. A shelf runs down either wall, and another down the middle of the room, dividing it into two corridors. About half way down the length of the room is Rosie, one of the girls who works on this floor.
She's a big, buxom blonde - not fat, not even plump exactly, just tall and broad shouldered, and *very* full in the butt and bust - the sort of girl whose breasts enter the room before she does. She's pale and posh and always conducts herself with a very serious, professional air, staring sternly at the world through the lenses of a pair of narrow, thick rimmed glasses. She's never seemed to like you much, reporting you to the boss when there's been the smallest problem with your work.
"So there you are, at last" she says with a toss of her blonde bob of hair, "The problems down here."
"In the supply cupboard?" you ask, confused.
"That's correct," says a voice by your shoulder, making you jump. You turn, and from behind the door steps KiKi, another of this floors workers. She's a tiny Japanese girl with a thin, almost boyish figure, and a playful, flirty attitude - you're sure it was her who's pinched your ass once or twice from behind when the elevators been crowded.
Like Rosie, she wears black rimmed, nerdy glasses, but while you don't think you've ever seem Rosies smile more than once, Kiki almost always seems to be quietly smiling to herself.
"What are you waiting for?" she says with a grin as you hesitate in the doorway, "Get in here and perform your duties."
"Yes, come on down here and I'll show you where the problems are," says the statuesque Rosie, folding her arms beneath her huge heavy breasts, "You don't want me to have to report your tardiness to the boss, do you?"
You glance back at KiKi, who stares at you innocently, smiling just a little, her small hand resting on the edge of the door.
They both look prim and professional in their white shirts and black skirts, but they're clearly up to something... and knowing Rosie, it could well be something to get you into trouble. |