Lesser of Two Evils

My name is Eric. At 21, I was working as the IT guy at a prominent Caribbean cruise company. My days were usually pretty boring. Fixing computer problems were usually a no brainer for me. People are so stupid when it comes to how they use their machines that I assume there will always be a need for guys like me.

Like most computer nerds I'm your typical slightly built nerd. I liked keeping my dirty blonde hair a shaggy length, almost down to my collar. Thanks to the company dress code that was meant to distinguish the executives from the monkeys like me, I was encouraged to dress down, so for me that consisted of jeans and a hoody. I had a private office on the 3rd floor, which I rarely ever had to leave.

The previous support tech had installed VPN software so that he could diagnose, and fix workstations remotely. I liked the VPN cuz it would save me a ton of time walking all the way to look at a machine that was buggy. In fact the only times I ever had to venture out was for lunch, or if there was a computer that wouldn't physically turn on. I would sometimes remotely mess with some of the really hot girls machines so they'd have to come get me.

The secretaries to three of the highest ranking men in the office: Emily, a drop dead gorgeous French beauty with light brown hair and a sweet sultry voice, Heather, a Jessica Alba-ish Latina with huge tits, and luscious lips, and Krystal, a tall natural blonde with a Georgia accent were my favorites... well everybody's favorites. They could all easily be models. I often wondered why they weren't models instead of office assistants, except that they all seemed very bright, and very content in their jobs. I couldn't get enough of their scent or their goddess-like bodies. I longed to be with them, but they'd never be with a guy like me who was unremarkable, and who made such little money. So I found some pleasure in finding opportunities to get close to them, to steal glances down their blouses, up their skirts, and fantasize about being with them.