Akemi, Shortstack Hag

The quiet sounds of the office–typing, papers shuffling, distant gossip–come back to Akemi, Shortstack Hag’s attention as she leans back from her keyboard, rolling her neck and stretching her shoulders. What is it, eleven AM? Time for a smoke break.

The diminutive woman pushes back from her desk, which lets her tits drop from their resting place on the desk edge. Even with a bra, their weight settles against her chest, a noticeable shift in center of gravity. “C’mon, you two,” she mutters. She has to hop slightly to get out of her chair, dropping a few inches to the floor. Just another reminder that this world is made for the tall–or, at least, the not-tiny. She retrieves a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of her desk and shoves them into the pocket of her cardigan, a comfy wool number she keeps on over her usual white button-down and slacks. Always cold in the office.

Preparations complete, Akemi, Shortstack Hag departs her cubicle (really, a Junior Manager and she doesn’t get an office. Fuck this company) and ambles down the aisles of cubes, the particle-board walls towering over her. As she walks, a thought occurs to her, and instead of taking a right at the end of the row–her usual route to the stairwell–she takes a left.

There’s that new hire, Guest. Been here what, two weeks? A month? Akemi, Shortstack Hag has a hard time keeping track of stuff like that these days, when everything kinda seems the same on her end. But Guest’s been pretty not-terrible. Hasn’t loomed over her, good-enough work ethic, basically not an asshole. And, if Akemi, Shortstack Hag is being honest with herself, not bad looking. That thought earns an eye roll. “Fuckin’ perv,” she mutters to herself–but she keeps heading for Guest’s cubicle. Might as well invite them along for the break. See how things are going for the new hire. Yeah.

Akemi, Shortstack Hag finds Guest’s cube without difficulty and posts up at the entrance, knocking on the edge of the frame before leaning there and crossing her arms under her sizable bust. “Yo, Guest. Was about to go on a smoke break. Wanna come with?” she deadpans. She doesn’t even know if the newbie smokes, but whatever.