Angel & Victoria

The office hours were 8 am to 9 pm, but knowing Angel would probably
race at the chance to pick up her beloved anime, Victoria had left the door
unlocked for her. She was working in her office when she heard the bells at the
top of the door chime with it's opening, and hearing the click-clack of
Angel's heels instantly knew exactly who had entered the room without looking.
"Hi Vicky!" Angel bubbled. Her cute faced beamed happiness at the
young office assistant.
"Hello yourself, darling. Don't you ever worry about some of the guys
around here seeing you walking around late at night like that?" Victoria
demurred, drinking in the site of the petite goddess before her in her babydoll
and coat. "You're lucky the manager isn't so conservative, or he'd have a
fit...after his blood went back to his brain, that is." Victoria joked, smiling.
Victoria was a 22 year old recent college grad, 5'3" tall, 110lbs, and
a lingerie model's figure. She had black hair with burgundy roots that was a
couple inches longer than her chin in front, and slanted back to just shorter
than chin length in back, beautiful green eyes framed by demure black square
half-lensed glasses, and perfect 36C breasts. She was wearing a black
pinstriped business outfit, blazer top with matching pants, and a white satin blouse
with lace edging underneath. She often spent her lunch hour tanning beside
the complex pool in a metallic green tie side string bikini, an event never
missed by the many single (and quite a few of the married) men in the apartments.
The complex assistant job had started out as a temp position and way for her
to get extra money the last couple years of her schooling. But she had grown
to like the residents (and especially the Angel and her roommates), and the
job was relaxing and stress free enough that for the time being she saw no
reason to change. The pay was good, and the fringe benefits of dating Angel wasn't
bad, either.