Published:
March 16, 2023
The Department Head
- This book came about on a whim. Normally, I have a certain plan for how I start a book and bring it to completion. Here, I only had a crazy idea that fit a friend who was about to propose to her life partner and works in the healthcare sector. She had been exploring hypnosis for a long time, which I then incorporated into this book.
- The entire story gradually unfolded at my desk. After I published it, emails poured into my inbox. There was praise and also a little criticism, yet it became one of my most successful books. Even today, its sales figures remain above average.
Chapter 1
The loud ringing of my alarm clock tore me from my dreams early in the morning. There was nothing worse than a Monday in April. Except for me on that day. During the course of the morning, a new trainee was supposed to be placed in my anteroom. I had about as much desire for that as for a bladder infection. My last secretary had gone into retirement before the weekend, and my boss absolutely wanted to place a trainee there. I couldn’t refuse the girl, because although I was department head, I only worked as an employee in the large company Anumen, which manufactured die-cast parts. My department was responsible for monitoring production and planning new parts on the computer.
Actually, I had expected an older front-office lady, because you needed some brains and quite a bit of experience to work there. Unfortunately, my boss saw it completely differently, and to top it all off, the new trainee was also his granddaughter, whom he naturally wanted to place in the company at all costs. I wouldn’t have cared if he hadn’t wanted to put her right in my anteroom. At 26 years old, I had already made it to department head, and the little one was probably supposed to make the same steep career. However, at 19 years old, she was already two years older than I was when I started my career at Anumen.
I had also been told that she had only caused problems at school so far and pushed through her stupid head against all resistance. That couldn’t work out, and especially not with me. After school, the brat had first taken three months off and let her grandpa sponsor the money for a vacation somewhere in South America. The company boss was apparently responsible for that too. Couldn’t the little one have made a profession out of being a granddaughter? With these thoughts, I dragged myself out of bed and got into the shower. The warm water immediately washed the remaining tiredness down the drain along with it.
I threw on my blue business outfit, put on relatively flat shoes, and sat down at my desk with a cup of coffee. Outside it was pouring rain, and my desire to drive to the company sank far below zero. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford to call in sick today. We had to finish a new part, the trainee was coming this morning on top of that, and I still had an important appointment in production that I couldn’t afford to miss. Shortly after half past eight, I got into my red roadster with the folding roof and drove relatively slowly to the company because of the wet road.
From the parking lot to the building it was only two hundred meters, which I covered running to avoid arriving completely soaked in my office. For this crappy weather I should actually apply for a parking space right in front of the entrance. You really couldn’t expect a department head to sprint through the rain early in the morning as well. They didn’t pay me that much money, and sport wasn’t mentioned anywhere in my employment contract either. Besides, I didn’t need sport. With my sixty-five kilograms distributed over 174 centimeters in height, that would be asking too much anyway. The men from security were already licking their fingers, but really none of them came into question for me.
So far I had gotten along quite well without a boyfriend, and that wouldn’t change in the future either. The most important parts of this species I had already replaced as a schoolgirl with battery-operated devices. They were much easier to handle, didn’t leave their laundry lying around everywhere, and the drain in the sink wasn’t clogged with nose hairs either. Besides, they didn’t need anything to eat and kept their mouths shut instead of begging for a blowjob. At my age you only took them on an outpatient basis anyway, but never inpatient. If I actually felt a natural need that my replacement devices couldn’t satisfy, there were more than enough bars in downtown Hanover to get invited and taken home by someone.
The young man at the company entrance who checked our IDs gave me a friendly look as he let me pass. For years now I had come through here every morning, and every security guard knew me at least by sight. I didn’t really have anything to do with them, but they were more concerned with industrial espionage. We developed new parts here for the company that could easily cost several million depending on the version. We weren’t even allowed to receive visitors in our offices. This was a high-security area, and for visits we had to leave our department and make do with a meeting room in another building.
When I arrived in my office, an empty desk greeted me where the new trainee was supposed to take her place in a few hours. Instead, there were piles of papers on my desk that I still had to work through. No one understood my filing system except me. I didn’t sort by names or designations, but by date. I could remember thousands of numbers, but within a few minutes I lost track of names or designations and could no longer remember the rough data. That’s why I organized my filing by numbers, just as I had done since my school days.
When I started my computer, the door to my office also opened, one of my employees stuck his thick head through and called, “Good morning Celine. I left the new plans yesterday evening. You’ll find them in the project folder.”
“Thanks Tobias. Could you please remember to hand in the drawings for a prototype? Then we can go through it again and at least have a tangible model.”
He gave me a broad smile, “Already taken care of Celine. It should be ready this afternoon.”
There was nothing better than employees who thought along and already knew exactly what I wanted. With a tangible model in our meetings, it was much easier to show which changes still needed to be made. You had to rely solely on the specified dimensions from the plans alone, and larger changes for a fastening, for example, had to be shown cryptically through the dimensions. If you had a model in your hand, you could show it and everyone knew exactly what it was about. They were metal cast parts that could be melted down again at any time. For our models we also dispensed with special alloys and simply had them made from aluminum. That was light and with a melting point of just 700 degrees, cost-effective to remelt.
My email inbox was almost yawningly empty that morning. Only a single message had arrived, from my boss. The new trainee was supposed to be in my department by ten o’clock at the latest this morning. That could get interesting. My appointment in production was already at eleven o’clock, which left me only a single hour to train the little one. So I had to stand in production with a complete newbie without a clue as my personal assistant. Best to put her in chains for that. There were hot parts everywhere where you could burn your paws, sharp tools that could cut off a young woman’s entire arm with one cut, and the parts weren’t light either. A fall on the foot would at best end with webbed feet.
I started my work, got myself another coffee so I could concentrate better, until shortly before ten one of my employees knocked on the door and told me, “Celine, there’s a Ms. Münzinger outside who supposedly has an appointment with you.”
I looked up and asked confused, “Münzinger? Who the hell is that supposed to be? Call security and have her picked up. Visitors have to register and don’t just come in here.”
Next to him a young brunette pushed her way into the door, held out some papers to me and introduced herself, “Lena Münzinger, I’m supposed to start here today, Ms. Flecker.”
There stood a schoolgirl with high cheekbones, piercing brown eyes in an outfit you would only expect in a brothel in the door to my office. Her miniskirt could just as well become a belt and the black crop top allowed an almost unobstructed view of the cream-colored underwear. The neckline was so deep that you could see right down to her navel through her small breasts, which wasn’t covered by the top anyway. A long piercing dangled in it, glittering. The brown shoulder-length hair hung in thick strands over her eyes.
“Thanks Klaus, the thing with security is taken care of,” I said and asked the obviously professionally active teenager into my office. She handed me the papers and sat down almost provocatively with her narrow ass on my desk. There were no visitor chairs here. Only then did I notice her shoes. It was a miracle she could stay upright. I would have fallen on my face after not even two meters and broken my legs. I briefly looked at the papers she had brought and then said, “Ms. Münzinger, please take your ass off my desk first. Tomorrow I would like to ask you to dress decently. In this outfit you will confuse the employees and I can’t take you into production either. You will find your desk outside. Familiarize yourself with everything and settle in. We’ll see further tomorrow.”
With a hip swing like on the catwalk, she turned on her heel and left my office. When the door closed behind her, I first reached for my phone. I dialed my boss’s number and waited until the connection was established. He answered immediately with, “Ms. Flecker, has Lena arrived?”
“Yes, she’s here,” I answered him. “That’s exactly my problem. With all due respect, but I can’t use her here. The young lady looks as if she stumbled straight from the street into my office, and I should instruct security to keep an eye out for her pimp. I’m sure open-minded when it comes to youth, but in this getup I can’t bring her into production. Every young man would just stare at her and put himself in mortal danger.”
“I understand,” he said. “I had asked her not to dress too provocatively. Could you please send Lena to my office? I will instruct her again precisely.”
“Of course. I’ll have her brought to your office.”
I stood up, left my office and thought, I’m standing in the forest. Half my department, especially the male staff, was practically hanging completely on the trainee’s desk. With rolled eyes I continued on my way and went to an older colleague. Dagmar also just shook her head at the sight. She was only ten years older than me and found the trainee’s outfit just as more than inappropriate for the office. Men were genetically programmed to please as many women as possible, and especially with young meat that showed itself so openly, their hunting instinct awakened. Only the older ones sat at their desks and worked.
She should interrupt her work briefly and accompany the light girl to our boss’s office. Preferably still wrapped in a coat, before half the employees ran into the next post from staring so much. Dagmar smiled and asked, “Do you happen to have a few buckets of ice-cold water in your office? Our colleagues’ cocks are probably stretching their necks long and we won’t get rid of them so quickly.”
“Take a CO2 extinguisher from the wall. Then they freeze almost immediately and you can defend yourself.”
While Dagmar turned to the trainee and freed her from the embrace of the male employees, I disappeared back into my office and slammed the door behind me. Within not even ten minutes a whole line of mating-ready cock-carriers stood at her desk and tried to get a schoolgirl into bed. Most of them could have been her fathers and were more than twice as old as the new trainee. As soon as they saw naked flesh, reason switched off and the innate drive took control. I should apply for a privacy screen to protect the trainee from herself.
I took my papers from my desk and left my office again. My appointment in production was on the schedule. My anteroom was deserted. Dagmar had grabbed the trainee and accompanied her to the boss’s office. I still hoped that I wouldn’t have to address the behavior of my colleagues when I set off for my appointment. At least there I could distract myself a little from the problems in my department. I was told that the planned part couldn’t be manufactured quite so easily there. The material the parts were supposed to consist of couldn’t be brought into the planned shape so easily. We had to come up with something else, or at least plan two more work steps. That set us back at least two weeks in planning.
Slightly disappointed, I returned to my department and called my colleague Peter into my office. My anteroom was still deserted. Peter came into my office a few seconds later and we briefly discussed the further procedure. We decided on two more work steps, as it was easier to produce the parts right away with better dimensional accuracy. The dimensional tolerances were large enough that production could run almost without interruption. Only the capacities were a problem, which I still had to coordinate with another department. The new trainee was also an issue. Peter was one of the employees who would have liked to get under her clothes immediately.
I admonished him accordingly. She had just come fresh out of school. Not that I wouldn’t tolerate it if two employees met outside of work and perhaps even lived in a relationship, but at least at the workplace, erotic intentions—and nothing else was the crowd at her desk—should be avoided. Peter defended himself. He just wanted to get to know the new colleague. I started laughing. Peter was one of those employees who would have liked to disappear with her in the cleaning closet for a quickie. And he was already married and his wife was expecting their first child together. Only when I brought that up did this fact seem to resurface in his memory. He apologized profusely and promised that something like that wouldn’t happen again.
Chapter 2
After Peter had disappeared back to his desk, I went to find my colleague Dagmar. She had already returned, but my anteroom was still deserted. She smiled at me and said, “I dropped her off with the boss, and after one short look he sent her straight home to change. Her outfit belonged more in a brothel, which he told her quite plainly. His exact words were even, ‘Lena, you look like a cheap whore who’d let herself be taken on a train station toilet for a euro.’ He sent her home immediately so she could put on something appropriate and above all office-suitable.”
“And what was her excuse for the clothing choice?” I wanted to know.
Dagmar rolled her eyes and mocked, “She wanted to make a bit of an impression.”
“Impression?” I asked astonished. “She certainly succeeded with that wider belt that was probably supposed to be a skirt, especially with the cock-carriers. They got the impression they could get her into the cleaning closet for a blowjob with just a simple smile. Could you please keep an eye on how she arrives in the mornings for the next few days? I’m at least occupied in my office for the first hour.”
She promised to watch the new one for the first few days and let me know immediately if she showed up in such an outfit again. Dagmar also had a good view of her workstation from her desk. Above all, she was supposed to tell the new girl to come to my office as soon as she was back. I still had a bone to pick with her. Her appearance on the morning of her first day of work in my office was pretty much the last thing I needed and tolerated in my department. I decided to take a closer look at her papers. It was hard to imagine that this brat had anything in her head at all that qualified her for this job.
There was hardly anything to read from the documents she had brought. There were neither certificates nor anything else useful. They were all just internal company documents for my personnel file, which I filed away immediately. After that I searched the internal company network for her personnel file. She had been hired, so something had to be stored there. Above all I wanted to take a closer look at her certificates. After only a few clicks with my mouse I found it in the network.
Lena Münzinger had just turned 19 and according to her files had an intelligence quotient just below gifted level. However, she used this gift most of the time only for her personal fun and pranks. She had attended the same school where I had also graduated. In her penultimate report card they warned about her above all. She was cunning and with her head she could drive almost any teacher to despair within a few minutes. Moreover, she liked to use her admittedly nice appearance to drive especially young men crazy and have them do tasks for her gladly. I had observed exactly this approach up close that morning. However, there was no indication in her data of a boyfriend or a steady relationship. During her entire school time she was single and showed no efforts to change that.
I could pull that tooth right away about using my employees for her professional goals. That wouldn’t happen under my leadership, because I would pay particular attention to ensure it didn’t come to that. Of course you could never rule it out completely, but if you were forewarned, you could stop it in time before it became a problem. While I was still busy uncovering the background of my new employee, my phone rang. Lena was back and on her way to my office, Dagmar reported. Only a few seconds later the trainee knocked on my door and I asked her in.
She had changed noticeably. The skirt had been replaced by a pair of skin-tight leggings and the high shoes by silver-glittering sneakers. She had also changed the top and replaced it with a rather opaque one. At least you could work with that. It still looked very provocative what the student was wearing, but at least you no longer mistook her for a streetwalker. She also demonstratively refrained from putting her ass on my desk and stood at a certain distance in front of me. With a mischievous grin on her face she asked, “Modest enough for work, or should I put on a winter coat too?”
“At least it no longer looks like cheap slut calling out to everyone ‘Here I am, who wants me’. In the meantime I’ve informed myself about you and just to say it right from the start, there will be no work from colleagues that you palm off. Your file says quite a bit about that,” I answered somewhat more sternly. Her nod was probably meant to indicate that she understood what I meant. A bit softer I continued my induction, “We all call each other by first names here. I assume that’s okay for you. I’m Celine and your task is to work as my secretary and assistant. That means we’ll now do a tour first so you know the ways and can meet everyone.”
Before we set off to explore the company, I admonished the young woman to keep her fingers to herself and above all not to lean anywhere. In production you never knew if a pipe was so hot that you burned your hand or other body parts right away. Besides, there were sharp tools everywhere and you had to watch where you stepped. Actually you were only allowed to enter the production halls with safety shoes because heavy parts were lying around everywhere that would leave nothing but mush of your toes if they landed on them. But since we mostly stayed in the foremen’s office rooms, we dispensed with changing our footwear.
As soon as we entered the first hall, Lena turned pale and stared at the floor. Almost reverently she said, “Good thing I had to change shoes. Here I could only slide through on my knees.”
“That’s still harmless Lena. This is the die-casting hall. When we get to the chip hall later, you’d have a completely different problem. You’d better not slide over the floor on your knees there, otherwise you’d have had some. There are big chips lying around that are as sharp as a razor blade. They’d simply cut through your knees,” I laughed.
“Do we spend a lot of time in such halls?” she asked.
I nodded, “When we’ve planned a new part and it goes into production, it can happen that we spend a whole workday in a hall. But then you should rather worry about your nose. The dust in the air and the noise will give you more than enough headaches at the beginning.”
The new trainee was more than impressed by the sheer number of departments we made a short visit to and I gave her a brief overview. Above all she was interested in what all fell under our responsibility. She was surprised how many women were also employed in production. She hadn’t been able to imagine seeing so many ladies in overalls working in the halls right away. Above all they weren’t all necessarily built stronger than her. Lena was rather the somewhat slimmer type of woman. In terms of height she was rather the somewhat too short one. I towered over my young colleague by a whole head. That was also a reason for the high shoes in the morning.
She cheated herself a bit more height because she thought she would come across better with the men if she was taller. But actually the opposite was the case. Men preferred somewhat smaller women because it appealed to their protector instinct. But at her young age you still thought you had to be taller. I never really had this problem. Shortly after my puberty began I had a growth spurt and you could literally watch me get longer. But here it was less about her personal problems and more about getting familiar with the business partners.
The young men still cast longer glances at my new colleague, but not because of the emphasized physical charms, but because they were curious. It didn’t happen very often that you saw new faces in production and a young colleague from the office department was always a welcome distraction. If she also looked pretty, and that was definitely the case with Lena, you looked twice all too gladly. But my trainee was more than distracted due to the circumstances and didn’t pay attention to the looks. Her main focus was on her shoes. The silver shine slowly disappeared and was replaced by a dark black.
The dust from the machines and production simply settled everywhere. You could see it particularly well on the traffic routes that were also used by the forklifts. Of course they were also swept and cleaned, but you could do that every day without it showing significant changes. That simply belonged in production and you first had to get used to it, which was not easy especially for a student. Lena had spent all the years at school whose long corridors were wiped and kept in order daily. But in the company’s production it wasn’t about winning a prize for cleanliness. Here economic interests were in the foreground and cleanliness played only a somewhat subordinate role.
In any case she got a first impression of the processes that every new part went through and at which stations which processing took place. What I found very exciting back then was a computer-controlled machine that could do something special. In it the workpiece rotated around its own axis and was machined by stationary tools. Nevertheless it was possible to get a hexagonal hole in the part. How exactly that worked I had never understood and found it so extraordinary that my mouth stayed open when I saw it for the first time. Lena wasn’t any different and she pressed her eyes quite close to the viewing glass to observe the process.
Above all she was surprised how it was possible to machine individual parts so that they were exactly the same size down to a hundredth of a millimeter. The production master started laughing and explained that they hadn’t calculated in hundredths for a long time. Such tolerances had become mostly normal, but he and his colleagues already calculated in thousandths of a millimeter. Those were dimensions that divided a human hair into a hundred slices and removed one of them. Hardly imaginable for a student for whom an ordinary millimeter was already too small to draw. Lena found it incredibly exciting to see that with her own eyes.
Overall the new trainee was received friendly everywhere. Lena also knew how to sell herself quite well. You really didn’t have to teach her that anymore. Especially the men ate out of her hand right away. With her youthful charm she could wrap the men around her finger in rows and also underlined that with her figure. I noticed that Lena conspicuously often established very light body contact. Sometimes a little pat here or a gentle touch on the arm there. She refrained from that with me and also with the other women in the production department it was absent. Only the men she treated that way, who then also immediately had in hand. No idea how that worked.
When we had gone through all the departments once, I took a moment and brought her into a meeting room. My task was still to give her a training on safety in the company. I didn’t want to do that in my office. There we would have to stand and in a free meeting room we could sit comfortably and also talk a bit. She was very interested in her tasks when she didn’t have to be in school. Primarily she should become my extended arm and take care of some appointments in production. Errands also belonged to her work, which meant she would soon be on her own in the company.
I advised her not to dress too provocatively for work. Sexy was okay, but not so open-hearted right away that you immediately knew what was barely hidden under the clothes. In doing so I reminded her once again of the outfit she wore in the morning. She started laughing loudly and explained, “There’s nothing better than finding out in the first hours which guys are desperate and would like to go on an adventure. You can influence them wonderfully and harness them for unloved tasks.”
“You have to do it yourself Lena. It doesn’t help if you let it be done. You can shine with that only briefly, but you won’t get further with it,” I explained.
“For the entry it makes it much easier Celine. You should have maybe tried it too sometime,” she grinned at me.
“Easier perhaps, but this here isn’t like in school. You have to gather your own experiences, and heating up married men just so they do work for you doesn’t help you further if you have no idea afterwards how it works. These are no longer schoolboys you seduce with that. I don’t even have anything against a serious relationship, but you should be too good for just a quick fuck in the cleaning supply room. Rather find yourself one your age in the disco, or wherever.”
Lena showed me a broad laugh and explained, “You don’t really believe they’d have a chance with me. Men can stay stolen from me, I wouldn’t touch them even with pliers. It only makes it incredibly easy to use them like a rag. I only use the advantages Mother Nature gave me, but I’m not responsible for what the men do when the blood is needed in the groin area and the brain dries out because of it.”
That was the solution to the riddle. Lena wasn’t really into men or boys, but only used them according to her own ideas, while she herself was into women. That still didn’t mean I could let it slide. Lena should learn the profession herself. She would get help if she needed it. But since she brought enough brainpower with her, that would actually hardly be necessary.