GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval, p2

Sam Packer was giddy with excitement, walking through the parking lot towards the nicely-professional-if-a-bit-nondescript glass doors of Evolution Pharmaceuticals, early on a Monday afternoon. His plane flight had gone without a hitch, and he was still sort of reeling from just how...well….great his life was! A cool new assignment, where he’d be working on his own for the first time and not just tagging along with a senior inspector. His boss at the FDA - Director. Arroyo, or, uh...Mercedes...what should he call her, now, after what happened at the bar last week? - had enough trust in him, obviously. Admittedly it made him a bit nervous, but it was a good nervous! He could do a great job here, checking out the new OTC product this company had developed, and maybe it would lead him to even bigger things. The assignment should take him a week or two, and in the meantime he had a rental mid-size and a mini-suite at the Marriott. Like a real adult working person! So cool!

Approaching the doors, his step quickened when he noticed another person looking to enter. He jogged up to get the door for her - a tall redhead with yikes a bod to die for - holding it open.

“What a gentleman…” she purred, the eye contact making his heart stop. ‘Bianca Beres, Development’, her ID badge read.

“My pleasure!” Sam bleated back, as she stepped past him into the main entrance, leaving a cloud of perfume in her wake. Yowza she must have six inches on me in those heels, he thought, watching her hips sway past in her tight white skirt. He’d really been turned on by tall women these days, for some reason. And, with Sam at 5’6”, lots of women qualified as ‘tall’.

Head in the game, Packer! he told himself, as the shapely redhead moved away, efficiently click-click-clicking in her heels through the well-appointed entry foyer, waving to the two women behind the desk and disappearing down a side hallway.

“Can I help you?” one of the receptionists, a striking, short-haired blonde, asked, pulling Sam’s attention back to the task at hand. The other was on a call.

“Yes!” he blurted, stepping himself now into the bright, soaring foyer, up towards the long white security desk, “I’m Sam Packer, with the FDA. I’m here to meet-“

“Ms. Rubens,” the receptionist answered with a smile, already buzzing an intercom, “she’ll be right with you.”

Jeez is everyone who works here a total babe? Sam thought to himself, gaze lost for the moment in the blue sparkle of the young blonde’s eyes, then pulled away to the legs of another tall lady passing through the foyer. “Oh, uh, thanks..!” he replied, taking a step back, adjusting the strap of the messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and gazing up and around the room. Lots of natural light, white everywhere. Dark hardwood floors. Big green plants, tastefully arranged. Nice!

“Sam?” a woman’s voice called, the hiss of a door sealing behind her. She’d come from a side entry, and was stepping towards him. “I’m Rina Rubens,” she offered, extending a hand in greeting, along with a welcoming smile, “We’ve been cc’d together on a few emails, but nice to finally meet you!”

“You too!” he said, eagerly, failing to keep his eyes from quickly roaming this new lady’s body. Rina Rubens, he reminded himself, Compliance Officer here at Evolution Pharmaceuticals. She was to be his point person in his inspection, and was not what he’d expected. He’d already been struck by her curvy hips and strong legs in her short, high-waisted black skirt, and fought back the urge to glance back down at what looked like a full chest in her tightly thin, high-necked sweater of light grey. Yep, she was much hotter than she came across in his inbox. Younger, too, with long dark hair. Maybe she was in her mid-twenties?

”How was your trip in?” Rina asked, “Coming from DC, was it a direct flight?”

“Yeah it was and, uh...Great!” Sam replied, the earnestness in his voice plain for the whole room to hear, and making Rina smile.

“So, you’ll have to tell me what you need, what you have to do,” Rina continued, beginning to lead him away from the reception area, “We had the initial visit, for the approval of the Product, and the follow-up. And you’re here just to make sure….”

“Well, to make sure, y’know,” Sam began, suddenly on the spot to explain his duties, stepping in line after Ms. Rubens, “that everything’s safe. Check study data, send some samples back to our lab, inspect the production line…” He hoisted the strap of his bag back up his shoulder, as it had begun to slip down, and suddenly remembered his manners. “Oh, thank you!” he called out to the blonde receptionist with a wave as they moved away. She smiled back. “...I’ll also have to check effectivity claims, maybe interview some study subjects.”

“Great, well, we’re ready for you,” Rina answered, as they approached the main hallway that would lead them deeper into the building. Rina had to remind herself, at times, to keep up the professional air. She’d been with Evolution for a couple years now, but only recently as an executive like this. A medical assistant by training, she’d advanced quickly and though the role had become mostly natural for her, she remained at times the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. “I’ve been speaking with Mer-...Director Arroyo. Sounds like this is your first assignment?”

“Yes, totally!” Sam answered, “I’m a little excited!”

Rina smiled to herself. That’s adorable, she thought, this is going to be easy. ”Haha well us too. It’s a first for Evolution as well, our first product, finally coming to market,” she explained. The two were walking down a pristine white hallway, past several conference areas.

”Yeah huh you guys must be pumped!” Sam replied, catching himself in his exuberance. He knew he can’t act like a kid...he was an inspector! On the job for the US Government! “b-but we’ll see, after this…after my, uh, inquiries.” He noticed how women glanced up at him from through the glass walls, or gave him an appraising eye as they passed. They must know what I’m here for.

“Of course. You need to do your investigation, ask your questions. I’m here to help…” Rina acknowledged, stopping outside the door of a medium-sized conference room, exposed to the hallway by a wall of glass. Standing straight, she realized she was probably just about as tall as this guy, taller in heels. She set her shoulders, presented her chest, watched him look away.

”Uh-h...well, the approval process. It shouldn’t be too complicated…” Sam said, adjusting the strap of his bag again, “Sounds to me like it’s just dotting done i’s, crossing some t’s. I know you’re fast-tracked. We should be able to get the approval through within a month…”

“Two weeks would be perfect…” Rina replied, outstretching an arm to direct him into the room, “Here, after you. A place we can sit. We have a setup for you all ready...”

“N-no, after you...ladies first,” Sam said, again remembering his manners.

“Wow, chivalry is not dead,” Rina laughed, “But I insist…” With that, her hand settled firmly on his shoulder and she ushered him ahead of her into the room. The room was dominated by a long table of fine wood covered with piles of paper, stacks of files, all neatly arranged and organized. Several chairs lined each side.  But what really caught his eye was the huge mane of curly red hair seated on this side of the table. “Ashleigh?” Rina greeted, “This is Inspector Sam, from the FDA…”

Quickly rising from her chair, as if caught off guard, the thin redhead nearly knocked over her glass of water as she stood and turned towards them. “Ooops haha!” she laughed, pushing a pair of round, tortoiseshell glasses up her nose, meeting his gaze with a wide, friendly smile, “Are you Inspector Packer?”

”Y-yeah that’s me!“ Sam answered, immediately grabbed by how massive her tits were. God almighty. The girl was wearing a ribbed, brown turtleneck that did nothing but accentuate a pair of huge knockers on an otherwise skinny frame. Her hair was huge, thick and red, luscious with loose curls. A few freckles speckled a clean, white complexion, and her eyes sparkled with green good humor.

”Sam,” Rina said, correcting the younger girl with his title, “Sam is fine. Sam, this is Ashleigh, an intern with us at Evolution. She’ll be working as your assistant in your time with us. She’s a student at the local women’s college and I’m sure she could learn a lot from you.”

“Oh, well, great!” Sam replied, enthusiastic to not only have some help with paperwork during his assignment, but from a smokin’-hot redhead with a big rack at that, “I’m happy to help!”

“Me too!” Ashleigh effused, a bit goofy in her exuberance, “I mean, I’m happy to help you, any way I can! I’m good with, like, organizing.” As if remembering herself, she extended her hand, for a late greeting.

Sam smiled, matching her ebullience, and took her hand. They shook.

“Ok, well, Sam. You’ll  be working here, in this conference area,” Rina explained, drawing the young inspector’s attention back to her. He’s like a little kid himself, she thought, but he’s also a guy. She congratulated herself on the idea of planting Ashleigh and Ashleigh’s tits at his side for his stay. “You can consider it your own little office for the week, however long it takes. You can set up your laptop, Ashleigh can get you onto our guest network. Coffee and water right over there…”

She saw him looking around the room, taking notice of the framed prints on the wall, marketing mock-ups for the new product. “Director Arroyo had said you were the kind of guy that gets inspired from those weir...from motivational posters. So we put a few up for you…” Both she and Ashleigh watched him look from one to the next to the next.

Huh, cool I guess. He knew this product he was going to be vetting was a supplement for women and girls, and these advertising posters were the sort of feminist, female-pride thing, little saying and quotes, he’d seen in Dir-...in Mercedes’ office.

Mercedes, Ms. Arroyo. He didn’t know how to feel about her. I mean, she’s my boss, he thought, but...god. That blow job…

The night after she given him his new assignment, he’d met her and a bunch of women from the division out at a happy hour at a local bar. He’d had too many Coors, and she’d had her share of wine, but he’d been surprised out of his gourd when she pulled him into the ladies room, locked the door, and had his pants around his knees in less than a hot second. Jesus she knew just what to do and it had taken her no time at all to get him hard, get him saying her name, and get him coming in a gush down her waiting throat. She’d then left him standing there, quivering, calling him her “bomboncita” as she’d zipped him back up. God, he never thought of himself as someone who’d be with an older woman - she was, probably, like, thirty or something - but man she was so hot!! Since then, he’d only seen her a couple times, in meetings with others. She’d been totally professional but he couldn’t help but see something new in the sparkle of her smile, read something extra between the lines in the emails she’d sent.

Why me? he’d been finding himself marveling over the past week, Why’d she choose a newbie like me? Not just for the blow job, but for the whole assignment. Whatever the case, she obviously saw something in him, had taken an interest in his career. He figured he shouldn’t think too much about it, and just enjoy. Schwing!!

He’d even had reservations about leaving for the trip, thought he might regret being away from her. What if she really was, y’know, interested in him? He didn’t really know the rules or whatever, but maybe he should have, like, asked her out to dinner? Well, anyway, he found himself thinking as he took a seat at the table, right alongside Ashleigh and her very-awesome rack, there were certainly enough attractive ladies here to keep my mind off it. In fact he hadn’t seen a guy yet; the ratios were definitely in his favor. Double-schwing!

They spent the next ten minutes or so, the three of them seated at the table, going through all the piles Ashleigh and Rina had organized for his investigation. Rina showed him this, Ashleigh showed him that. Documents upon documents upon documents, reams of them, thousands of pages. Spreadsheets and reports, notes and notes and notes. And he was going to have to physically go through all of them.

Yikes, he thought to himself, this is a lot of work.

“And then there are the boxes,” Ashleigh informed, after straightening the last of the piles.

“Boxes?” Sam asked.

“Those boxes,” she announced, pointing to a previously-unnoticed-by-him stack of banker’s boxes in the corner, lined partway up the wall.

Double yikes.

“Remember, you’ll have Ashleigh,” Rina assured him, “She can do a lot for you, if it’s okay with the department.”

An employee of the company they were investigating, assisting with document review? That’s, uh...probably fine, right? They weren’t able to send anyone with me...budget stuff...and this is more than a one-man job, obviously.

Sam nodded. “Okay, well,” he said, steeling both he and Ashley for long hours at the desk, “Looks like we’ll be spending a bunch of time together.” At least she smells nice.

Just then, another woman entered the room, a blon- well, no. She was...wow, what crazy hair.

“Hi-hi!” the new arrival chirped, setting a tablet down on the table and putting her hands on her hips, “Hi Reeni, hi Ash. Is this him?”

“Yes, hey, hi Laura,” Rina greeted, “great that you’re here. Sam here is from the FDA, helping us out with the final inspection before the clinical trial starts at Far Horizons. Can you get him what he needs for access to the networks? “Sam, this is Laura, from IT.”

“Ab-so-lutely. Hi cutie,” Laura beamed. Immediately Sam pegged her for an Aussie, with the accent. She was gorgeous, and maybe just about his height. But the most striking thing about her was the hair - a rainbow of colors, in long soft waves. Well, that and the cleavage.

Wowsers, Sam thought, maybe she’s not as big as Ashleigh here, or even Rina. But look at all that... Sam had stood when she entered the room, and remained standing - still half-gawking.

“And he’s a gentleman!” Laura added, “But please, sit, let me take a lookie at your unit…”

Unit, he guessed, means my laptop.

Without a thought, before he could say a word, Laura had whisked his computer away from him and, standing over it on the opposite side of the table, began to punch keys as he returned to his seat. It made Sam a little uncomfortable, letting someone else into his FDA-issued laptop, and he couldn’t see what she was doing - it was Government property! - but whatever ‘cuz, wow. Check out her chest...

“Are you, uh-” he began, just beginning to think he should ask Laura what those two thumb drives that she just plugged in were all about, when yet another woman entered the room. This time a blonde with actual blonde hair, though frosted. Older by a bit, dressed smartly. Looked like she meant business.

“Hi Sheryl,” Rina greeted, suddenly standing a little straighter.

“Hi Ms. J-” Ashleigh began.

“It’s St. Clair now…” the blonde stopped her, coming to stand alongside where Sam sat, on his right.

“Gone back to the maiden name, mate?” Laura asked, without looking up from her...well, his...keyboard.

“Yes, right,” Sheryl answered, “Mr. Packer, is that right?”

“Sorry, Sam,” Rina said, “this is Sheryl, uh...St. Clair. From Legal.”

“Y-yes?” Sam replied, heart jumping a bit. A Lawyer. “Inspector, from the FD-”

“Second Division of the Office of Non-Prescription Drugs,” Sheryl finished for him. She was standing close, placing a file folder in front of him, which she was now leaned over to open. “So glad they sent a cute one.” With that, Sheryl beamed him a huge, brilliant smile - she had huge teeth - and he immediately began to feel better, more at ease with her. “I have some paperwork for you to sign. Mostly non-disclosure agreements…some liability language...”

Ashleigh, on his left, had inched in closer, to look. Rina came to stand behind him, put her hands on the back of his chair. With Laura and her cleavage planted across the table from him, he couldn’t help to think he was almost being...haha!...surrounded. He picked up a pen, started to sign in the first spot the attorney had pointed him to.

“So, uh, what’s this one?” he asked.

“As I said, non-disclosure, with a number of contingency clauses,” Sheryl explained, breezing him onto the second page, “this one acknowledges security measures in place, all pretty standard, protecting all parties if something were to happen on premises…”

“Wh-whu..? h-happen?” If it hadn’t been for Sheryl’s really white smile, Sam might have been thinking to himself that he should be getting nervous. But everyone seemed so nice, and really friendly; Rina, in fact, had laid her hands on his shoulders from behind for, uh, support.

“Initial here and, oh, here,” the attorney directed, smiling wider each time Sam complied,  “and here.”

“S-so…haha...” Sam began to ask, thinking maybe he could break the tension he was starting to feel, “is it all gir-...all women that work here?”

Ashleigh giggled, Laura snorted. Rina, behind him, chuckled, and began to rub his shoulders. “What’s now Evolution was started 26 years ago by our founder as a small research group,” Rina began, from behind him, as Sheryl turned to another page for him to sign, “It’s has grown, mostly in the past three years, by leaps and bounds as the Product has come nearer to completion.”

The lawyer turned another page for him.

“It’s gathered a lot of attention from international investors, collected researchers from all over the world. But all through it, our founder guided us and she’s remained focused on keeping it an all-woman company…”

He felt Ashleigh, in trying to help him move some papers out of the way, press a big, soft breast against his shoulder. One of her hands had found its way onto his upper back. Laura, of the long, technicolor hair, had leaned in closer across the table, her big creamy breasts squeezed between her elbows, bubbling over the neckline of her black scoop-neck top. Sheryl smelled nice; a silver bracelet dangled on the wrist of her right hand.

Then he felt Rina’s voice, from behind him, in his right ear, finishing her sentence as she squeezed his shoulders:

“All girls...is that a problem?”

“n-n-no…” he gulped.

“Good boy,” Sheryl said, “Sign here.”

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