Candy

Chapter 1 – Elevator Banter

Slowly but surly Candy lugged the big cart full of an assortment of envelops, documents and common office paraphernalia in to the fancy elevator.

She pressed the button to the top floor.

A young average looking woman followed her in with an arm full of photocopies

"Could you press the 20th floor for me?" stated the girl. Candy pressed the button. "So…umm… Candy. You going to the 60th floor eh? You know I've been working here for a year and never seen the top floor." The homely faced burnet with the big breasts claimed.

"Na man, it's no big deal. Trust me Ash, some of those Lawyers are stuck up snobs who deserve much worse then having me ram mouldy stale bread sticks up their asses." Especially 'Miguel the freak' Candy mused.

"So you tell me..." said Ash with a look of disgust mixed with a small smile from Candy’s description. “So about that Miguel guy... he's not very nice to you but then again, you seem to be the only woman around here that's caught his attention for longer then a week. I think he has the hots for you. You should take advantage and make him regret ever meeting you.” Ash paused then huffed “Man I wish this elevator was faster. My arms are getting tired holding all this paper."

The girls stopped their regular chatter as the elevator opened and picked up more passengers from the main floor and up.

This was about the same time Miguel or "Miguel the freak" as Candy so kindly liked to call him came in - in her head of course, she had a job to maintain. She couldn’t go around calling people names to their faces at work no matter how much she wanted to.

Miguel walked into the elevator. All her thoughts from that point on would remain on 'Miguel the freak' right to the top floor where they would both get off together.

"Oh hi Candy got any candy hearts for me today. Since Valentines Day is coming in a few days, I thought I would accept a gift from you just because I'm a nice guy and see it as charity to help a woman – such as your self – in the romance department. I doubt anyone will come in line ups for you like they do for me. (Nodding his head as if agreeing to something) You must have low self-esteem about your love life. (Sigh)… I know I would if I where you “Claimed Miguel looking at Candy with a smirk.

No one dared to say anything to him. Miguel was pretty close to the top of the food chain and rumour had it that he could probably fire anyone on the spot if he so wished.
Her fellow passengers, as usual, kept their heads down listening but never commenting to the insults. She could even hear some snickering somewhere to her left.

"Wow Miguel that was a really weird insult. Are you suggesting that men come (she emphasized the word come) in line-ups for you? That would explain a lot…" he gave her "how could you question my sexuality" look then gave her a look of contempt.

Candy looked to her right and saw the woman next to her turning red as if she wanted to burst out laughing.

Candy, giving him a come hither look said "You know Miguel you pay an awful lot of attention to me, are you sure you don't have a bit of a crush on me"

She could see that some of the women where smiling while others looked jealous.

Yeah he was hot, yeah lots of women wanted him and dated him but there where also many other women that found his condescending obnoxious attitude just as annoying as she did. One woman even offered to defend her if she ever planned of filing a harassment case against him but secretly Candy enjoyed their banter. It kept her form becoming a crazed postal worker - or in her case a crazed mail girl armed with her dads hunting gun shooting everyone and everything that came 50 feet from her.

Miguel almost looked as if he wanted to come hither then he said

"Oh Candy was that your sexy look or is it your I'm constipated look? I’ve seen sexier from a 90 year old woman with no teeth" Now there was some real laughing going on around her even the woman on her side was giggling a bit. She didn't blame them; that was a good one – but not good enough in her opinion.

Never underestimate a potty joke or a joke referring to old people Candy thought philosophically.

Feigning a look of disgust Candy cried "Ew Miguel! I didn't know you had a thing for the gum-less old ladies or is it your grandma that you have a thing for. Incest is wrong Miguel, have you ever seriously thought of getting some counselling about that." People where laughing and no one was trying to hide it anymore.
Some time passed and co-workers slowly filed out of the elevator. There was only one stop left and there where only three people left. Miguel and Candy continued their unfriendly banter.

Miguel suddenly stopped speaking mid way insult because he was coincidently distracted by a supper cute red headed woman wearing inappropriate work clothes. She even looked a bit bow legged Candy observed. Was Miguel that energetic in bed or was it that the woman always had something between those legs? Like maybe now for example? Candy shuttered at that thought.

"Oh Miguelee leave the poor girl alone, she can't beat you and your smarts anyway, plus it's not like she's worth it." The redhead then proceeded to feel up Miguel and give him a light squeezed in the genitalia.
Candy just watched completely unfazed and gave Miguel a creepy smile.

He frowned worriedly back as if he wanted to know what was going through her mind then whimpered a bit when the red head gave him another squeeze.

If Miguel could read Candy's mind he would just be confused, plus she didn't like to put that much effort in to humiliating people. She waited to be inspired and then follow through with the idea until it wasn’t fun anymore.

The only reason she smiled creepily was because she enjoyed watching him squirm. The image of "Miguel the freak" as a squid with a bushy red tail between his legs and floppy dog ears on his head was quite amusing to her and the image certainly saved her from the reality.

Everyone new the red head as "Miguel's new lady friend". He had many nameless lady friends Candy observed but he never seemed to have more then one at a time. He also seemed to prefer the "loose" women that tended to sleep around the upper floors of the building. She figured the only reason he never cheated was because one woman was all he could handle at a time.

The loose women were kind of like prostitutes but gave her services for free… well not free they still got a salary for what ever it was they did – where was the line Candy pondered.

Candy didn’t want Miguel or anything like that- though she had considered it for all of five seconds until he ruined it all by being an ass.

Sure he was hot but Candy had long ago decided that his personality smelled like crap.

Yes. "Miguel the Freak" annoyed her. More then annoyed her.

When ever she saw him she had a sudden urge to throw the ball point pens at his butt and give him paper cuts… maybe she was a Sadist she wondered.

They got off the elevator and she began her daily walk around the offices. She thought about the first time they met a month and a half ago. It was her first week on the job.

He got on the elevator and seemed to notice her right away. She smiled and he smiled back then he turned away. How nice and cute she decided as she continued to blatantly stare at the back of his head.

They where the only two left and he got off the elevator first on the top floor and then she began to lugged the cart off.

He just watched her try to remove the cart. When she made it half way, the elevator door started to close on the cart then open and close, open and close open and close while she pushed in vain at the Door Open button.

Thankfully they fixed the elevator that same day but Miguel the Freak watched and laughed, he even called over some of his law buddies as they gathered around the elevator to gawk at Candy's suffering as she fought the evil elevator doors.

She should have known then that he was a freak; she was surprised, she was usually a really good judge of people.

She finally got out. The giggling lawyers left to get back to work but "Miguel the freak" was still in front of her.

He started to laugh again but this time it was at her chest. Why was he laughing at her chest? She knew for a fact that she had a really nice rack. What was this man's problem?

"What are you laughing at?!" she demanded

He pointed at her chest still giggling like a school girl. She looked down and suddenly realized what he was laughing at. It was her name tag that all new employees were forced to wear.

"Beatrice Ophelia Potter! Oh my God! Were your parent’s hippies on crack when they named you?" his face was red from laughter and he was causing another scene

Candy clenched her fists took a deep breath. She was so going to put him in his place. No one made fun of her when they didn't know her, and no one made fun of her parents accept family and he was not family!

"Look gay boy I just happen to like my name just fine… but if you want… you can call me Candy" Candy Smirked.

"Why Candy? Hey! I'm not gay!" Miguel stopped laughing at that point.

"Well, it's just a name I adopted from the club." She winked and walked away.

"clu—clu—bhe—I mean uh—club? Like what kind of club? A strip joint or something – girl scouts?" stumbled Miguel catching up to her as she pushed the cart along.

"Yeah, like a strip club, there was this dance competition, kind of like a Miss America thing but raunchier and more naked unless you count the swimsuit competition but anyway let’s just say I won the title Candy."

Candy really wasn’t a stripper. Actually her entire family called her that mainly because she loves candy and because of the “incident” that still caused her to shutter when she thought of it. She just liked to tell gullible losers that story for fun. It made life more interesting in an otherwise dull life as a mail girl.
Besides she welcomed any kind of reputation because then it would mean she would have a constant source of entertainment. She had strange ways but she new from experience that it worked.

Candy looked over to Miguel who in turn looked as though he was thinking hard about something. She didn’t have to wait long to find out what was on his mind though. "So, you were a striper… There this fundraiser coming up and I was wondering if … you wanted to be my date?" asked Miguel politely while pleading with his eyes.

"No. I'm very picky choosing my clientele and you don't fit in with my type" she said as she looked Miguel up and down shaking her head vigorously.

She was nice to nice people in general but Miguel was not a nice man. He was an undeserving dark and handsome well built around 5"11 to 6" foot tall (she couldn't tell) clean-cut jerk.

She decided that she needed to give him a name but couldn’t think of one at that moment so she settled for

“Miguel the Freak” until she found a better one.

Miguel looked as though he wanted to say some thing but was interrupted by another lawyer. Candy turned around and walked away (with the cart) swinging her enticing slim hourglass figure and her long shiny black hair but not before smirking at him and blowing a kiss with her luscious rosy lips to the handsome tall blond that suddenly appeared next to Miguel.

"Hey Miguel. Who was that chick?" Candy heard from the tall blond who had interrupted her and Miguel.

"A nobody who wishes she was good enough for me" answered Miguel eyeing Candy's movements.

"I don't believe you. She was so in to me." Rebutted the sexy blond. "Hey man I didn't do it she was in my way and I don't care what the police say this is not my fault. Like I said she was in the way" complained the blonde.

"Charlie she was not in the way and I don't care if you're family I just can't defend you." Argued Miguel.

Candy stopped and came out of her thoughts – That was strange, she didn't remember that last bit of nonsensical conversation in the flashback.

She distinctly remembered in this order; after Miguel the Freak insulted her the blond man defended her. The
Blond then chased after her well rounded behind to ask her out to the fundraiser. She then accepted because she didn't have the heart to tell the sexy blond that she was just using him to hurt Miguel the Freak.
She overheard two men taking in an office to her right clueing-in at that moment that this was the conversation that probably quietly invaded her flashback.

The door was slightly ajar and Candy bless her soul was an ease-dropper. It was one of her few faults. She crouched down as close as she could to the office and kept listening.

"Look man you're my brother but in all honestly you don't deserve my services. Not only that, I'm working way too hard to get Partner at this firm to take your case on. My bosses don't know you're my brother and personally I would like my spotless image to remain spot free" Candy realized that this was Miguel speaking.

"I doubt that your bosses would care who I am or how I am related to you" said Miguel’s brother.

"Your right but I don't want to loose this case and then give the Partners a reason not to take me on as their future Partner. It's my goal and you're not going to ruin it!" replied Miguel coolly.

"Fine but then I guess I'll just have to tell mom that you're no longer interested in the family and care more about your-self then us. I don't think mom would be too happy that she spent all that money and worked three jobs just so you could go to law school. It's so sad that mom could only afford to send one of us to school. It could have been you in this chair today asking me for legal help. Tisk. Tisk. Tisk" said Brother Charlie mournfully.

Miguel’s face twitched "Fine Jerk but you keep quiet about all this and no one knows that we are related, and I'm not doing this for you I'm doing it for mom!” agreed Miguel angrily.

Candy was cheering Brother Charlie on.

Miguel the Freak, Brother Charlie and their mom must have had a really ruff life.
She felt bad for Brother Charlie though, because he had to manipulate his brother into helping him. If she had siblings who needed her help she would go to the moon and back for them because she was a helpful human being.

"That-a-boy. I knew you would see it my way." cheered Charlie.

"Now get out of my office I have an appointment coming in an hour and I have to prepare. I'll see you on Sunday at mom’s - if you aren't in jail that is" Said Miguel in a harsh tone.

***
Charlie walked out of the office it was so easy to get his big brother to do things for him. Just mention mom and voila!

He was smiling and when he finally came to the doorway he saw a vision with great tits crouching at the door.

"Hey hot stuff. How about you and me get together sometime and make babies” He said winking, sticking his tongue out in a grotesque sexually overt manner to the dark haired girl's breasts.

Then it occurred to him – why was she squatting down like she was taking a shit by his brother's office?

The girl looked a bit shocked; she was looking up at him with her mouth wide open in an "O" shape. Sex thought ran through Charlie's mind as he imagined what the girl could do in that position.

***

"What the fuck is your problem man don't talk to woman like that!" Cried Miguel from his desk. He walked up behind Charlie to go apologize to the poor woman.

He stopped in his tracks his face contorted into confusion when he realized who the woman was that caught his little brother's attention.

Why was she crouching by his office?

Miguel's eyes got bigger when he realized that she had been listening on their conversation. Oh man was she in trouble. He had a sudden urge to punish her for her nosiness.

Suddenly sex thoughts of Candy in her current position, receiving punishment ran through Miguel's mind.

Miguel frowned as his thoughts went back to his brother.

Out of all the ladies his brother could have harassed, he had to pick the one girl that Miguel harassed. He didn't share his woman with anyone not even his brother.

Charlie walked away unnoticed as more sexy thoughts with Candy in her squat position ran through Miguel's mind.

Candy had just regained her senses at that point and got up. Miguel was a bit disappointed because he wanted to look at her a bit longer in that position, but it was ok since she was a foot shorter then him and could imagine her in other interesting ways. More sex thoughts ran through Miguel's mind.

Candy looked pissed "Hey that looser brother of yours just insulted me and not only that, he ran over my mailbox about 2 months ago. Too think that the car thief’s brother was right under my nose all along" She taped her nose for emphases interrupting Miguel's crazy mental sex orgy.

Miguel looked down at her in contempt "I am a foot taller then you. You are under my nose and I think I rather like you in the position you where in earlier. You have a nice rack Candy." Stated Miguel with cold stare that could kill mixed with a lazy smile that would melt the pants off any woman.

Candy quickly placed a hand over her chest as a cover.

Miguel suddenly realized something."What do you mean Car theft?" he asked looking worried and concerned.
GOD! Hope she doesn't find out what happened. Thought Miguel to him self worriedly.

His job was suddenly on the line. If she knew what he did, he would never work in this town again because he would have to run away and start practicing in another county - or even worse … he would end up soliciting for his cell mate.

"Your brother got drunk and stole a car then he crashed into my mailbox because he was too busy putting on makeup" exclaimed Candy throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "Since I've discovered who your brother is, I now realize - after overhearing the conversation you just had with him - I don't think he will ever pay me back but I think you will" Candy told him matter-of-factly.

Miguel closed his eyes; he was relived at her words. Now he could get back to more important matters such as working on his latest case.

He felt distracted again, she looked so cute with her hands propped on her wide hips and looking up at him with her beautiful almond shaped hazel eyes. He had a sudden urge to touch her.

"Candy" Miguel placed his hands on her shoulders. He held her there when she attempted to take a step back. "I will pay for your box because I know more then anyone that my brother is a looser and that he has no money thus making the mailbox my responsibility. Charlie is like a little destructive boy but worse because he's allowed to dive and drink. I just wish the idiot new enough not to do both at the same time (Sigh)."

Miguel paused then looked at Candy as if just discovering there was a 100 dollar bill in his pocket. "Hey now that I think about it you two would be perfect for each other. I've always believed there was someone for everyone. Though, if I were you, I wouldn't try to reproduce. The world doesn't need more of either of you.” Miguel said as he let go of Candy walking back into his office, this time making sure his door was closed.

He was suddenly in a good mood. He was hoping to get back at Candy for this mornings comment about the monkeys and his dick size comment in the elevator. If only that idiot red headed woman didn't gab him like that then he could have insulted Candy then and there, instead of having to wait half a day to do it. Miguel didn’t like it when Candy got the last insult. He also felt ashamed and a bit objectified from the redhead's actions – As if that was all he was good for!

He lifted his hands to his nose and inhaled the slight smell of Candy’s lingering perfume. He was going to hold off washing his hands until the sent wore off.

When the red head decides to visit his office again, he was going to tell her that it was over between them - No wait! – First he was going to let her to give him head since he had a hard on then tell her it was over. Now if only he could remember her name…