"Yes, Lawrence..." the voice called to me, tinged with pleasure. The shape of her body melted into mine, "yes baby, just like that.. just like.."

RING RING! RING RING!

I bolted upright as my alarm went off, slapping my phone blindly with one hand. Silence again. I groaned as I pressed myself further into my bed (along with my hips, and the bulge between my legs), trying to hold onto the pleasurable moment, the pleasurable body that had been pressed against mine in that dream. But the dream was gone, and it was time to get up.

The usual routine unfolded - shower, breakfast, short drive to work. Nodding to the receptionist as I entered. She'd called me 'handsome' once... as I'm sure she did to all the men who were half her age. Not that I'm complaining - old Larry took what he could get.

I had just logged on when a droning voice called out - "Alright, everyone, listen up - we got a new joiner today."

There was a squeal as several chairs swivelled around. Brian, a heavy-set manager who always looked like he was smelling something slightly unpleasant in the air, stood in the centre of the office, making an effort to smile for the occasion. I had to make an effort not to stare too intently at the woman standing next to him.

She was short, but in a way that it made it look like everything about her had just been compressed into a neater package. Above shapely, tanned calves her black skirt stretched taut across wide hips - a theme echoed by her plain white button-up - which just barely contained her prominent bust. A silver chain, closer to a choker than a necklace, adorned her neck. Shoulder-length curly hair, jet-black, framed a relaxed, cheerful expression -  "Hey everyone, my name's Emilia. Looking forward to getting to know you all."

There was a momentary silence. No doubt the entire room of men had unanimously agreed that the feeling was mutual. I kinda felt sorry for her that she had joined such a sausage-fest.

"Larry," my attention snapped back to Brian as he called my... name. He had been the first one to call me Larry instead of Lawrence, but somehow it had stuck, and I'd given up on trying to correct him. "You just joined us last year, right? You can be Emilia's buddy, show her the ropes and all."

Everyone's gaze turned to me. It took me a moment to process what had just happened. I cast one frightful look towards Emilia's eager face - she was so damn attractive, I had to make sure I didn't make a fool of myself. Not to mention all the other guys would be watching my every move, waiting for their chance to swoop in and save the day.

"No problem," I said, offering her a smile.

"Perfect," Brian droned on, "Emilia, please join Larry at the empty desk right there."

"Of course," she said, walking towards me. I turned back to my computer as she did, not wanting to stare.

She settled in to the chair next to me, offering me one jewelled hand.

"So you're Larry, right? Nice to meet you."

I shook her hand, probably letting go of it too quickly, "Well, yes. But also Lawrence." I said, "As in... that's my full name, you know. I don't really go by Larry." I added hastily.

She smiled. Her lips were full, and a dark pink. Very distracting.

"Lawrence, hm? I like it. Sounds like one of those fairy-tale knights."

I choked out a thanks, "R-right. Emilia is a pretty name too. Sounds like one of those fairy-tale princesses."

Goddamn it. What the fuck was I saying?

To my surprise, she laughed, placing a hand on my forearm. A tingling sensation ran down my spine. "I have to keep my eye on you, Lawrence," she gave my arm a squeeze, "you're flattering me."

Well, you just look like a damn princess too. Was what I wanted to say, but thankfully I had enough self-control to keep that one to myself. So instead I just chuckled and started to log on to the computer again.

I got started, showing her the systems we used everyday. Emilia was a quick learner, and I was happy to have such an attentive (and attractive) student. She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on me (and no doubt every other man who laid eyes on her), and would sometimes lean over to type something on the keyboard, the swell of her breasts pressing against my arm. In those moments, I only prayed she didn't notice the bulge emerging in my pants. It didn't help that our legs were sharing the cramped space under the desk - our legs were touching, and her skirt had hitched up a bit as she sat down, exposing bronzed, large thighs. It was all I could do to resist the urge to place my hand on them.

After a few hours, the office let out a collective sigh of relief as lunchtime neared.

"Hey Emilia," Steve, one of my co-workers called, "we're heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Wanna join us?"

Emilia looked to me for guidance, a fact that I relished. "Well, it's up to you," I said, glancing at the time on the desktop, "It is lunchtime after all."

"Oh... but aren't you coming?"

"Uh..." I glanced at Steve - he was nice enough, but he'd never really spoken to me outside of obligation. I could go with them, but I had some idea of what that would look like. Just over a dozen men, al vying for her attention, trying to one-up each other in their peacocking. It sounded exhausting.

"No, I usually have my lunch in the park. I like to get some fresh air." And also flick through some erotica. But she didn't have to know that.

"Oh! That sounds wonderful..."

My heart skipped a beat. Was she really going to join me over them?

"But I do need to get a bite from the cafeteria... I didn't pack anything for today."

Of course, in the end, she wasn't going to go through with it. "Go on ahead then," I smiled, trying to play it off, "we can continue later."

She departed with everyone else, leaving me in the office alone.