I was excited all morning. I couldn't help feeling cheerful; I knew that I'd be receiving long-awaited good news that day and it was all that I could think about.
When I pulled my car into the parking lot of Webster and Wright Realty I had to smile. I'd worked there as an agent for eight years, but this was a special day. W&W was one of the best realty companies in town, and it was a great place to work. One of the senior agents had just quit, leaving me next in line for an office, and for a move into management.
Most of the agents worked from shared desks when they were in the office, only the senior agents who managed teams had actual offices. Even though I didn't really spend that much time in the building, I'd been looking forward to getting my own office for years.
"Good morning, Nancy."
The receptionist smiled at me as I passed through the front area. She was paid to keep that bubbly welcome on tap at all times, but I think I had a bigger smile for once.
"Nancy, Mr. Webster wants you to stop by his office."
It was finally happening, my day had arrived and it felt great. I was so pumped that I all but skipped down the hall.
Setting my bag down, I realized that it was probably the last time I'd sit there. Tomorrow I'd be putting my bag down in my own office.
Knocking lightly on the open door to Hal Webster's office, I leaned my head inside.
"Nancy, come in," he said. I stepped inside and then he gestured to the door behind me. "Close the door, would you?"
"What can I do for you, Hal?" I said.
I lowered myself into one of the chairs in front of his desk. Were I a dog, my tail would have wagged as surely as if I'd just seen my owner approaching with my leash in hand.
"I wanted to talk to you this morning, before you heard it from someone else," he said. He looked sad as he met my eyes.
My heart sank and the grin on my face wilted. Not many happy conversations start with 'before you hear it from someone else'.
"As you know, Gary Summers has decided to leave Webster and Wright. This has left a senior agent position open. We've decided to promote Teresa into the position."
I was tried to be strong as I saw where the conversation was going, but I couldn't help flinching at the sound of her name. The room seemed smaller and stuffier, and my face felt warm. This couldn't be happening to me.
"Teresa? But ... she's only been with the company for two years! I've been here eight years, Hal."
"I'm sorry Nancy, but Teresa is a rising star. She brought in this Mystic Valley project, and she's really proven that she can run with the ball. I know she's jumping past some of you, but it's our decision to make and we made it."
It was the worst betrayal imaginable to me. That damned bimbo Teresa had stolen my job. Her of all people--I hated her. My lip started to quiver, and I could feel the tears coming. I felt nauseated as I stumbled out of Hal's office.
Teresa. That conniving bimbo was getting my job. I slunk back to my desk. She was the sort of woman who used her looks to get what she wanted. She had that arrogance that beautiful women often possess. She was gorgeous and she knew it.
Before she came along, I'd enjoyed the extra attention that my mostly male group of co-workers gave me. Then Teresa arrived, and once they saw her it was like I didn't exist anymore. At the first sight of her big tits they seemed to fall for her. One by one they turned into a bunch of fawning admirers.
It wasn't just my jealousy that made me feel strongly about her--there was something else. The other problem I had with her was that, just like my mesmerized male colleagues, I found her hot too.
No one at the office knew that I was gay. It had never been a problem for me to hide in the past. Having Teresa around had changed all of that. I had to struggle not to reveal myself by the physical reaction I felt to her presence.
I love breasts. I think I always have. Not just my own, but those of all the women I see around me. Discovering my breast obsession at an early age was what made me realize that I was bi. I dated and liked boys, but I couldn't stop looking at all those beautiful breasts I saw around me, looking at them and wanting them.
Little breasts, big ones--alright, especially big ones--I was interested in all of them. I wondered how they'd feel, how they'd smell and how they'd taste. I could almost cum from playing with my own, and as much as I hated her I often had cum while imagining I was playing with hers.
That's why, even though I really disliked Teresa and her superior attitude, I'd always gone out of my way to be around her. I couldn't resist ogling her beautiful body any more than the men could. She knew she had fantastic tits, and she wore clothing that showed them off all the time. When I was near her my heart beat faster and I even found it difficult to speak at times--that's how strong my attraction had grown.
After losing my promotion to her, I came to despise her as I sat there at my crappy little desk. I hated the way she had all the men in the office wrapped around her little finger. She'd probably flirted her way into that Mystic Valley project. She'd probably fucked everybody involved in the project, for that matter.
I felt so hurt and angry that I began to tear up again. I couldn't let anybody see my pathetic moment of disappointment. I grabbed up my things and fled the office. I didn't have any meetings at the office that day anyway, and I could just come in later when everyone was gone to knock out my paperwork.
At least I made it to my car before the tears started in earnest.
At home, Teresa still dominated my thoughts. I couldn't believe what had happened to me. It was a nightmare. It wasn't that bad when she'd started with W&W. Sure, all the men had been ga-ga over her, but it wasn't until the last few months that she'd really started to move up.
It started when I heard she brought in some secret project. Only the company's senior management seemed to know anything about it. I'd only heard whispered rumors of it, nobody had any details, or if they did, they weren't sharing.
Over time I'd seen her interacting more every day with the firm's senior personnel, talking to them about the "Mystic Valley" effort. I'd always hoped that the secret project, whatever it was, would be a miserable failure. I wanted to see her fall on her face. With her occupying the office that should have been mine, it was clear that my bitter fantasy wasn't going to come true any time soon.
The next day, I tried to put up a brave front when I got to the office but it was hard. Sitting down at my usual desk, the desk I'd be stuck with for the foreseeable future was just another reminder of my failure.
Worse still, there was a note waiting for me--from Teresa. I was to come and see her in "her office" as soon as I arrived.
At the door to the office that should have been mine, I composed myself before stepping inside. She waved for me to come in, without looking away from the papers on her desk. I looked around for a moment, trying not to stare at the deep valley of cleavage that was exposed by the way she leaned forward.
Her things were already settled into the room from the looks of it, and she looked even more gorgeous than usual. I hated her and hated the way she was making me stand there like an idiot.
"Your note said you wanted to talk about something?"
"Yes, sorry, give me a moment please."
My traitorous eyes returned to her bosom as I waited for her to finish whatever she was doing. She might be an evil, manipulative bitch, but her breasts were incredible. When she finally met my eyes, I only barely managed to avoid getting caught ogling her magnificent rack.
"Thanks for coming in, Nancy. You know, we're the only girls in this office, and I think we should spend more time together."
She thought we could be friends after she stole my job? I was too stunned to speak.
"I was thinking about it, and if you wanted I could probably get Hal to transfer you to my team," she continued.
"Yes, I want you to work for me. I know myself how successful pretty girls can be in this business, and I want you to join me."
The horrifying thought of having to report to her on top of everything helped me find my tongue.
"Oh, thank you. I really appreciate the thought, but I'm pretty happy where I'm at."
"Are you sure? The mystic valley project is so big that by the time I'm done I wouldn't be surprised if everybody wanted to work for me."
I took a moment, pretending to think it over.
"I've heard--everyone is always talking about Mystic Valley, but I'll have to take a pass."
"In the end you'll learn about it, don't worry. Everyone here will before I'm done. Well, if I can't get you on my team, maybe I can bother you for an opinion on this outfit. Do you think this shirt is cut too low for a customer meeting?"
Her big breasts were squeezed up and together, to the point that they looked ready to burst from the top at any moment. The cleft where they met looked like the softest, creamiest most wonderful patch of skin in the universe.
"I know the husband will like it, but I'm worried that the wife might give me that look, you know? I have to show off my girls, but I wouldn't want to go too far," she continued.
Teresa's hands tugged at the shirt, adjusting it. Her movements made her boobs jiggle, and I watched those seismic wobbles with my whole body paying full attention. Her finger trailed along one swollen curve, then down into that magnificent cleavage and I just stared.
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