For those with a Short Attention Span…

by Minty Fresh

 

Kathleen Wilson called the meeting to order. The boardroom table was ringed by excited, enthusiastic smiles. The topic for discussion was: "Projected capital outlays for the next fiscal year." This was not the cause of the excitement. Rather it was Kathleen's new PA. Knowing that she would never hold their attention until their curiosity was satisfied, she pressed the intercom and called him in.

"Minty, would you step into the boardroom please."

There was a hushed silence as they awaited his entrance. All manner of rumours had been flying around, but now they would finally see what manner of creature Wilson had sharing her office. The perverted bitch.

The door opened to reveal a petite blonde, with wide eyes, curvy hips, wearing short jacket, 4" heels, and a knee length skirt so tight, one would not be able to walk up steps in it. The thing that caught everyone's eye though, was the prominent bulge in the area of its groin.

Minty advanced into the room with small mincing steps, one foot in front of the other. All eyes were upon him, which was what he liked, but the attention would always make him blush and giggle slightly. When those around him giggled back, he always assumed they were laughing with him. Arriving at Kathleen's chair, he curtseyed before speaking.

"Good morning Miss Wilson, what is it you desire?"

His voice was like honey. A few stifled guffaws came from the table.

"Would you bring in last month's productivity figures please, Minty."

He looked at her blankly.

"The red folder with 'April' written on it."

"Yes Miss Wilson" he said, curtseying again. Turning and walking to the door, he turned his head and wiggled his ass provocatively before exiting.

The door closed, Kathleen found all heads turned to her in astonishment.

"I was placed in contact with Minty by an enterprising woman from another firm. Suffice to say, the arrangement isn't, strictly speaking, legal but I trust you will all exercise some discretion here. If you want to keep your jobs, that is."

There was not one murmur of dissent. Satisfied, she stood up to begin her presentation. She was interrupted by Minty returning to the room. Kathleen strode out to meet him halfway.

"Thank you for that Minty. Now, why don't I introduce you to the board?"

"Oh yes Miss" he said, "I always like to meet new people."

With one hand on his ass, she guided him round the table. To each person, Minty would hold out a hand horizontally, and when taken, would curtsey and say: "Hello, I'm Minty" as if they hadn't heard before. One person had snapped out of their astonishment enough to ask a coherent question.

"Do you like your new job, Minty?"

"It's sooo exciting, all these new things to do. And everyone is sooo friendly."

"Just like you, Minty" put in Kathleen.

"Yes" he said giggling, "I'm very good at being friendly, aren't I?"

"Yes you are Minty" she continued, "what else are you good at?"

"Umm… well, making myself look pretty."

"True. Doesn't Minty look pretty, Carol"

"Well, yes" said Carol, nonplussed.

"What else, Minty?" Kathleen continued.

"Err… I don't know Miss… Nothing?"

"Nothing! Well it's a good job you're friendly, or we'd all just have to look at you!"

Minty giggled, finding her joke very funny. Any insult or innuendo went straight over his head.

"Now Minty, would you fetch us some coffee please."

"Yes Miss, how many?"

"How many people are there here?"

Minty just stared blankly for a moment, then a couple of people started to laugh.

"Nine, Minty. Nine cups of coffee please."

"Very well Miss" he said, curtseying once more, "nice to meet you all."

"Don't stand around chatting dear" said Kathleen, patting the bulge in his skirt. "There's a good girl."

She dismissed him with a firm slap on the ass.

  

  

  

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