Julie knocked on the door as if not wanting to break it. This was somewhat pointless as she was the only person left in the donut shop. She and the person on the other side of the door, that is.
“Come on in,” the person’s voice rang out.
Julie opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her. The click of the lock as she depressed it in the doorknob seemed deafening to her in the otherwise quiet office. Jim Thornton looked up from the paperwork on his desk.
He gazed at Julie, who was dressed in a buttoned white shirt and schoolgirl-like short plaid skirt, holding a donut bag. She was nineteen, with a faultless body and thick, layered brunette hair that didn’t quite make it to her shoulders.
“Hi, Julie,” Jim said. The thirty-year-old manager of the shop put down his pen and smiled.
“Hi. Sorry if I interrupted anything,” she said shyly.
“Of course not,” Jim assured her. “Have a seat.”
The manager’s small office consisted of a couch, two chairs, a desk and filing cabinets. Jim watched Julie walk towards him, her skirt shifting back and forth. She sat in the chair in front of Jim’s desk, crossing her long legs and letting the skirt ride far up her thighs. She placed the bag on the floor next to her.
“What’s up?” the manager asked her.
Julie hesitated, taking in a deep breath and slowly running the fingers of one hand over her top leg, from the bottom of her skirt to her knee.
“I’m thinking of moving out of the dorm into an apartment,” she said. She was a Junior at a local college, working her way through school with various jobs at places whose hours didn’t interfere with her classes.
“Great,” Jim said enthusiastically, then paused. “And you need more money.”
Julie looked at him sheepishly, before a serious look crept over her face.
“I can’t believe how much they want for rent. And the down payment is…,” she began to say.
“I know,” Jim interrupted.
He looked at her for a moment. She had worked for him for almost a year, asking one other time for a raise. In that instance, she had used her body to “influence” his decision. He had privately hoped for another request from her ever since.
Jim looked at the donut bag next to her.
“Are you taking home a snack?” he asked.
Julie’s eyes fell to the bag and back to her boss.
“No. It’s for you…us,” she replied.
Jim needed no explanation. She had brought a bag with her last time, also. This time he knew what to do. He stood and walked around the desk, moving behind Julie’s chair. She watched his athletic body until it disappeared behind her. A shiver went down her spine in anticipation.
“So, you brought me a donut,” Jim said softly. “And you’d like to share.”
Julie nodded silently.