New Girl at the Office Pt. 01

Sam had worked for about a year at the Abalone Bay Housing Authority, her first job that felt really serious after college. But today was a big day for her- her first day at work as herself. She has been out to friends and been on hormones for some time, but had just come out at work by email last Friday when everyone was remote. Today on Monday, she didn't know what she was walking into in her black chunky low heels, black slacks, and polka dot blouse. She definitely was aware of the attention she drew walking to the office as a 6 foot woman (even without heels) as she fussed with her long brown hair.

The coastal California town she worked for was quiet but more progressive than it used to be. Her work definitely leaned female, and was a fairly young crowd. She was hopeful, and had a few confidants who already knew her plans.

The one that crossed her mind now was Victoria - who had actually asked Sam about her gender once in the break room while they were alone eating lunch. She asked her about when Sam wore makeup and jewelry, and if they meant anything. Because Sam trusted her she was happy to tell her in hushed tones, that yes, she was a girl. Sam swore she saw her bite her lip a little and, head down and a little obscured behind her black bangs, she said that that made sense.

If Sam was honest with herself, she thought about the interaction a lot. Victoria was a younger Latina woman, an out bisexual, and quite a flirt. Sam often mentally took notes of some of her well put together outfits for both future outfit inspiration and for nights alone with her Hitachi. She filled the outfits out well with ample cleavage and curvaceous thighs. Although Sam was a fair bit taller than her, Sam would catch herself daydreaming about staring up at her and admitting to her that Victoria held a certain kind of sway over her.

Sam opened the office door, and adjusted her dangly silver earrings (which Victoria had once complimented), as she walked down the hall to the cubicle farm area some of the housing specialists shared. She sheepishly opened the door to see Victoria swiveling back in her chair to face her.

She was putting her wavy black hair up as she casually said "Heyyy girl." with a knowing smile. Sam let out a sheepish "Hiiiii." with a certain femininity she couldn't help, especially when greeting other women.

Victoria quickly checked that they were alone in the room, and walked over and interrupted Sam unpacking. "Wait, I have something for you."

Sam looked over her shoulder to see Victoria facing her holding a silver necklace with a textured rose dangling from it.

"Here, stay right there!" Victoria beckoned with a sense of urgency as she wrapped her arms around Samantha to hang the rose around her neck. Samantha blushed and was glad she wasn't facing Vicky as she clasped the necklace.

"There. Good girl."

Samantha meekly turned around and squeaked out a "Thank you." to a smirking Vicky.

"Of course, it's perfect for you. Now go ahead and get me some coffee."

Victoria adjusted her pencil skirt as she sat back down and turned to the computer.

Samantha had gotten into a habit of getting into both their morning coffee orders. It started as a rotation born from their shared hatred of k-cup coffee, but somehow Sam had slowly started going everytime and Victoria wasn't shy about playfully ordering her out on her way.

As she got up and went on her way, she was glad she wore pants that were more forgiving in the crotch. At this point of her hormone regimen her libido had really begun to come back and even at work she had a hard time not getting distracted. Her general frustration on dating apps didn't help. She hadn't had a good hookup in ages.

Sam tried to compose herself a little as she went up to stairs to their office but it didn't do much good. She opened the door and took quiet steps to Victoria and gingerly handed her drink as she blushingly looked down, and then got her eyes caught by Vicky's chunky heeled sandals and pristine white pedicure.

"Your cappuccino." She muttered, her eyes still staring at Victoria's toes.

Victoria let out a soft chuckle and said "Thanks girl."

As Sam turned away she blushed, picked up her gaze and started to say "Oh, of course." Her brain (and maybe something else) all of sudden made her let out a quick "I really like your shoes."

Vicky smirked and stated confidently, "Thank you."

...

They were the last ones there a little after everyone else had left, both finishing up some of their files. Sam passed by Victoria's desk and let out a silent sigh.

Victoria said "Come here," in a curt but sing-songy way from her office chair.

Sam quietly obliged. Vicky started a sentence with "You know..." and Sam struggled to maintain eye contact in the moment of suspense.

Vicky chuckled and cut the suspense short. "You're not very subtle with what you like," subtly picking up her feet and their attached nude chunky heeled sandals.

Sam, with salmon cheeks, stammered out "I... I'm sorry. I don't mean to be unprofess-"

"It's ok. I don't think HR has to know."

Sam chirped out "Thank you."

Vicky, with a sultry and sonorous tone, continued. "Stop me if I go too far, but... The thing about you not being out was such an interesting time. Because to look at you and not think 'oh that's Samantha, my good little girl..."

Vicky assessed Samantha's reaction, which was to let out probably the cutest noise in the world, and figured it was ok to keep going. She clearly knew how to push one of Samantha's biggest buttons. Although she would never tell her, this was not the first trans femme Vicky had wrapped around her finger.

"Like, how could I not? You're probably the daintiest little flower I've ever seen." Vicky softly snapped her slender fingers and pointed the short red acrylic nail on her index finger down to the dingy office carpet in front of her feet.

Wordlessly, Samantha collapsed to the floor.

"Victoria, how can I make your life easier?"

A smile broke out across Vicky's face, as she coyly responded, "Oh, just maybe, you can kiss my goddess feet you're so obsessed with."

Sam let out a "thank you" as her lips were already halfway to the top of Vicky's left foot.

Before either of them knew it an hour had passed and a triumphant Victoria was running here hair through an elated Samantha's head as it rested on her polyester-clad lap, her heeled sandals on the floor and her feet covered in marks from Sam's mauve lipstick.

To be continued...