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Copyright (c) 1991: Permission is given to distribute 
this electronically, as long as author's name and this 
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About Small Packages
by Christine M. Faltz (cmfaltz@panix.com)

***

A janitor gets into a tussle with a new female 
executive of small stature only to find out that her 
large temper is linked closely to her massive passions. 
(MF, size, work, rom)

***

I had just finished cleaning the ladies' room on the 
third floor when I noticed her. She was about four feet 
tall, maybe a little taller. She was watching me 
intently, and I nearly spilled my cart when I realized 
she was staring at my crotch.

"What the hell are you doing here, kid?"

It was 6:45 AM - the secretaries and boss didn't get in 
till around eight.

"I'm *not* a kid, sir," she snapped, face flushing.

I took another look. She sure was no kid - her tits 
were a little too big for her - and by that I mean she 
was probably a B cup. It looked sort of - funny - on 
her. Her head was a little big for her body, too, but 
she had pretty, blue-gray eyes and perfect teeth.

"What are you - a midget or something?"

"Or something," she said, turning away and stalking 
towards the assistant VP's office. Donald Slater, the 
last AVP had died of a heart attack two months earlier. 
His secretary had been fired soon after; the boss never 
liked her. So this must be the new secretary then. I 
felt bad about mistaking her for a kid, so I tried to 
start a conversation.

"Has a new AVP been hired?" I called after her.

She turned and gave me a scowl.

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"HER name is Renee Jendron."

"Oh."

That was something; never figured the boss for a 
women's libber type.

"Have you met her yet?" I asked as she unlocked the 
door.

"Yes, I have, as a matter of fact. We grew up together, 
went to school and college together."

"It's not going to be a problem, working so closely 
with someone you..."

"No, you stupid, illiterate prick! I'M Renee Jendron, 
Ms. Jendron to you!"

I stared at her as it sank in. I thought I saw tears in 
her eyes, but if I did, they weren't there any more. 
Her eyes were large with anger, possibly hatred.

"You toilet-scrubbing asshole! You're trying to figure 
out what the fuck your rich, powerful boss is doing 
hiring a dwarf, huh? Isn't that right? You dare look 
down on me, questioning my presence here. Let me tell 
you something, you rat bastard! I graduated with honors 
from Wharton with no help from giant egos like you! 

"Who are you kidding anyway? At least I got away from 
the circus, where I did stunts for a living, sometimes 
getting hurt, just to get the money to put me through 
school. Every college interview was a farce, so I 
started applying to universities across the country. 
Luckily, I was finally accepted - for my 
accomplishments and merit, rather than turned down as 
soon as they got a look at me! Oh, of course, it was 
more subtle than that, you understand."

Now I was angry. Who the hell was this bitch anyway?

"Listen, Peewee Jendron, or whatever the fuck you're 
called! I may be working as a janitor now, but my wife 
is in medical school and we've got three kids, two of 
'em younger than three. Everyone has their problems, 
and, it seems, their stereotypes. I made assumptions 
about you; I'm sorry. But you did the same! So cut the 
poor-me act and grow the fuck up! You have to admit, 
the boss is gonna have a hell of a time convincing his 
clients that you're capable of this job."

"Wrong again, asshole. 'I' get the glories and pain of 
that job! No one else!"

I watched her go into her office and unpack her 
briefcase. She turned on the computer, adjusted the 
chair to its highest notch and tried it out. Too low. 
She got up and pulled two phone books from the closet 
behind her and tried again. That seemed fine with her. 
I could tell she knew I was watching, and she was 
trying to pretend she wasn't aware of it or at least 
that she could not care less.

A few minutes later, I entered her office. She wasn't 
there. I took the phone books off of the chair and 
rolled in a new chair, one I knew could adjust to the 
right height without the phone books. I put the phone 
books away and scribbled a note on the Post-it pad on 
her desk. SORRY. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS AS A PEACE 
OFFERING.

"Oh, so now you're feeling sorry for me, are you?"

I whirled around to face her.

"You know something, Renee? You have a serious problem. 
I know your life isn't too hot, given your 
circumstances, but a lot of other people have 
circumstances they would rather not have, cards dealt 
them they hate having to live with. But that's life. 
You either fight the shit, go against the grain and 
have faith in yourself, or you piss everyone off 
because you're always miserable. Sooner or later 
compassion becomes pity. After that, indifference. 
Everyone's a fucking victim these days. 

"I know it's no picnic being different. I can 
sympathize with you. But give me a break, okay? I just 
met you, and you just met me. It's not your physical 
height that's your biggest obstacle or others' 
perceptions of it. It's your spirit that has to grow 
up. Your soul, your will. That can be far bigger than 
you and far bigger than anyone, if you want it, if you 
allow it."

She looked at me, her mouth open in surprise. After a 
moment, she nodded and smiled.

"When you're right, you're right - what's your name, 
anyway?"

"Rick."

"I'm a bit - I'm *very* frightened, Rick. The boss is 
my brother's best friend; that's probably the only 
reason I have this chance, despite my resume. I've 
never had a job where I had to work so closely with 
people outside the office, and I know it's going to be 
a steep climb. I took it out on you. Sorry."

We had lunch a few times a month for several months, 
and we learned a lot about one another. I began to 
notice, however, that she looked upset when I talked 
about my wife and kids. I also caught her looking at me 
in a more-than-friendly way several times.

One night, I had to stay especially late. I'm usually 
in at 6 and out by 6, but there was a ruptured pipe 
which had needed tending and I had to clean up the 
carpets to prevent mold. I had just finished the last 
of the cleaning up and stepped into the boss's 
bathroom. He has a little private bathroom all his own, 
and every night before going home I take a shower 
before leaving - I hate driving home stinking of sweat, 
bathroom cleaner and floor wax.

I was singing at the top of my lungs, something I do 
when I'm alone in the building. The hot water felt 
terrific - I was tired, but in a great mood. I would go 
home, stick some leftovers in the oven for the wife and 
kids, then take a nap. When Lena got home, I would be 
waiting for her. Yes, It had been a while - she was 
studying all the time, and I hadn't had relief from 
celibacy for two months or so. Lena hadn't decided what 
type of medicine to specialize in - I hoped she would 
choose something that wouldn't have her rushing off in 
the middle of the night all the time.

I lathered myself up good and stood still, letting the 
water lick the soap from my aching body. I felt a rush 
of cool air and turned to find the curtain was half 
open - and Renee Jendron was watching me shower and 
unbuttoning her suit jacket.

"What the fuck are you doing, Renee?"

"Taking care of that big problem you're permitting to 
take up all that space in the shower," she smiled. 

Off went her jacket and blouse; she unzipped her skirt 
and stepped from it. She wore nothing else save her 
stockings, which she removed.

I looked at her pussy first; I couldn't help it. It 
looked quite adult, with a patch of dark brown curly 
hair at the front of the vulva and a sprinkling of 
fine, downy hair trailing her labia. She was leaning 
back a little on her heels so that I could see her; she 
raised her hand and grasped one of her nipples; it was 
pointed straight at me, red, demanding attention.

This was no kid; there was no mistake to be made about 
that. She was a little on the plump side, but not 
overweight; to say so would be inaccurate. Her labia 
were dark with her desire. She stepped into the stall 
and reached around me, grasping my cheeks in her hands.

She held onto me as she wrapped her legs around my 
calves; I could feel her leg muscles; they were very 
strong - she obviously worked out. Her mouth slid 
effortlessly onto my just-above-average cock - her 
small mouth had no trouble whatsoever taking me all the 
way. At this point, you're probably thinking: What 
about your wife? Your kids? What the fuck were you 
thinking? That's just it; I wasn't thinking then; I was 
feeling, and it felt good.

She sucked me and licked me, caressed my balls. I 
finally turned off the water; it was starting to run 
cold. I came twice in her mouth and she still kept it 
up - literally. One of her hands found its way back to 
my ass, and she slipped two or three fingers into me - 
my wife had never done that, and oh! it felt nice. I 
felt myself building again as she finger-fucked my ass, 
first slow, than fast. She took the soap and lathered 
up my ass, then turned the water on - this took a 
little work; the handle was half a foot or so above 
her. She cupped her hand and sloshed water against my 
ass to get out the soap. She told me to kneel and 
dropped off of me. 

I knelt and she slipped between my legs and pulled me 
towards her mouth, spreading my cheeks. She swirled her 
tongue all around my ass and I shot my load all over 
the shower wall in a couple of seconds. I couldn't 
stand it any more. I slid away from her, shut off the 
water again and sat, gathering her to me and sliding my 
cock right in. I felt the tell-tale tear of a hymen 
giving way and I stopped at the same instant she 
screamed.

"I-I'm sorry, Renee. I didn't know, I thought... you 
seemed to..."

"It's okay," she said, her voice shaking. "I knew it 
might happen; I just thought it wouldn't hurt so much."

"How the hell did you learn to suck cock like that 
without getting fucked?"

"Let's just say it was required of me at a certain 
point in my life, and leave it at that, okay?"

I knew whatever it was, it was bad, and that she had 
given me pleasure by using knowledge she acquired 
through pain. I began to withdraw, but she slammed 
herself back down my length, gasping a bit. I kissed 
her and nipped at her breasts.

I finally felt myself building again, I stood, holding 
her close, and turned and pressed her back up against 
the wall of the stall. I held her wrists against the 
wall and I rammed inside her; she was wet enough and I 
liked finishing off sex like this. I dug my teeth into 
the side of her neck, and she dug her nails into me and 
moaned with pleasure. 

When we were finished, I inspected myself, and knew I 
had better rethink my plans for that night where Lena 
was concerned. She would have to wait this time, until 
my scratches healed. She would probably feel relieved 
anyway; sometimes it seemed that she was making time 
for me, just for me, and wasn't enjoying the sex 
because she worried so much about upcoming exams. 

I knew I would never do this again; I mustn't. But it 
was nice just the same. I just hoped Renee would accept 
that it couldn't happen again.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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