Val and the Office Princess By Victoria English

Val Chang couldn't have been happier. She had gone through plenty in her 26 years. Born with a Jamaican father and a Chinese mother she was shockingly gorgeous. Light skinned, but not too light. Full lips, a tight waist, and a killer smile made her quite the package. But looking at her it was hard to tell what her nationality was. Her father had split when she was two and growing up wasn't easy in the Overtown section of Miami. However she had persevered and now found herself the owner of a masters degree and brand new job.
She had majored in hospitality and was now a junior appraiser at the best commercial real estate company in the United States, HP Smith Jackson. The office was big and there were busy people all around. Most sat in cubicles in the middle of the office but Val was given an office.
She made friends quickly. There was Dan, who sat outside her office, a friendly guy always with a smart quip. Robert, another junior appraiser who started one week earlier. Katie the receptionist with the slight Southern drawl and big hips. But the one she clicked with best was Tiffany, who had been a junior appraiser for about a year.

Tiffany was quite the opposite of Val. Tiffany's mother bought her way through college, but not so far as a master's degree. She was was pretty and younger than Val, only 23. She also was popular for the very tight skirts she wore, usually with a blouse to match. She walked in a very upright manner and had her dirty blonde hair always down and with bangs. She was very thin, though she had good sized calves and had a nice round bottom that wiggled when she walked. If you wore a skirt that tight you would too. She was about a size 4, maybe a 3 Val guessed (who herself was a size 6). For the men in the office Tiffany was the belle of their ball. They all would do whatever she asked, even though most of them outranked her. She knew had to wrap a man around her finger and she wasn't afraid to do it. It was her office and she knew it.

Tiffany and Val hit it off right away. They'd go to lunch every day and chat about work, their love life, what they watched on TV the night before, whatever. Both of them in the same position gave them lots to talk about. Most of the appraisers would head out to lunch together every day. It was a regular guys club. They would invite Tiffany every day to lunch but she couldn’t be bothered. It was hard to blame her, especially when they would frequent places like Hooters. It just wasn’t her style. The guys overlooked this, but it bothered a few of them. Especially how Tiffany’s little nose would upturn when they’d ask her.

A few months in the guys decided to go a different route. They asked Val.

“Come on, Val. It’ll be fun,” Dan said. She thought about it and said yes. Dan then went over to Tiffany’s office.

“You should come to lunch today. Val is coming,” he said thinking that would sway the office princess.

“Oh is she?” Tiffany asked. “Well good for her. I have plans,” she said, obviously lying.

One day turned into almost every day. Val found out that the guys weren’t so bad and out of respect to her they stopped going to Hooters. Well, they still went when she wouldn’t go. But it was something.

Hanging out with the guys was more than just fun. Val found it earned their respect as well. The guys started to really notice her. And not just her work either. Slowly but surely she had the guys eating out of her hand. There was a noticeable shift in the office.

Val wasn’t the only one who noticed this. Tiffany found herself eating lunches alone more and more often. She didn’t know what the big deal over Val was anyway. She was just some junior appraiser with half her fashion sense. Feeling her grip loosen on the situation Tiffany started going to lunches with everyone as well. But it was too late. Guys were holding doors and chairs for Val and leaving Tiffany to fend for herself. The nerve!

Happy hours were a weekly thing. The attendance varied. Not everyone wanted to spend Friday afternoon at a bar but at some point or another everyone went. Tiffany decided this was where she was going to get make her mark.

The next Friday she was the first to arrive at the Blue Martini bar that was one block over. As each of the guys showed up she greeted each one with a hug and smile.  She turned the charm on big time. It felt good to reclaim what was hers. She twirled her hair with her finger. Turned her head sideways when she talked. All those little things that guys just eat up. And it went perfectly. Perfectly until Dan mentioned, “Too bad Val’s not here.” That little off remark was enough to change Tiffany’s attitude. She kept her smile and composure, but now saw that she had the opportunity to deflate that damn Val a bit.

“Well she had to go to the doctors or something I think,” Tiffany said. Then she “accidentally” said “Val” and “VD” in her next sentence. It wasn’t true of course but the three guys who heard her dropped their jaws.

“You’re joking,” Robert said in shock. Tiffany replied, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Don’t tell Val I let it slip.”

For the next week things in the office seemed to be normal for Val, but something was a bit off. She couldn’t quite figure it out. It was just…colder. However for Tiffany things seemed to be warming up. Funny what a little white lie could do.

The next happy hour Tiffany dug deeper. Once again Dan had wondered why Val wasn’t there and this time Tiffany countered with something new. “She only goes to lunch because she’s using you guys.”

From a supposed lip slip to an outright accusation, Tiffany had crossed the line big time. And she was loving every minute of it.

“Oh she pretends to be one of the guys, but I’m telling you after lunch every day she is in my office whining about how awful it is to go with you guys.” She finished up with a “you didn’t hear this from me though.”

Tiffany was confident that no one would actually ask Val about this sort of accusation but rather they would all passive-aggressively faze her out. And she was right.

Over the next few weeks and leading up to the big company awards ceremony Val found the office had gone from cold to Antarctica. She had no idea and confided her concerns with the one person she knew she could trust, Tiffany.

“I don’t understand it. They don’t invite me to lunch. They barely talk to me. What’s going on?”

Tiffany enjoyed having Val on the ropes like this.

“Well,” she said sounding very concerned, “there was another junior appraiser who had the same thing happen. Sometimes the guys just…get tired of girls like us.”

“Am I going to get fired?”

Tiffany’s eyes lit up at the idea. That would just be the topper, she thought.

“Oh don’t be silly. I’m sure it wouldn’t come to that,” she said in a not so convincing manner. 

Val was worried. She didn’t want to lose her job.

She remained a no-show at Happy Hour’s while Tiffany kept going and scoring points while dishing lies about her friend. The Friday before the awards ceremony Val was meeting an old friend at the Blue Martini for drinks. She left work, went to the bank, and headed over to the bar. She found her old college roommate, Shirley, and they had a drink. Val told Shirley all about her job and her worries. After a while she headed off to the bathroom. On her way in she saw some people from work hanging around the bar.

Oh yeah, it’s happy hour time, she thought to herself and was about to walk over and say hi. That’s when she heard it.

“Oh you know the only reason they hired her,” Tiffany’s voice said. Val stopped and listened.

“They had some quotas to fill.”

Val couldn’t believe it. And what she heard next wasn’t much better.

A male voice said, “Tiff, why do you have to bash Val every time we come here?”

“Oh I don’t know. Something about that girl just brings it out in me,” was the response followed by laughter.

“You’re so bad.”

“Yeah, I know. Ain’t it great?” and then she heard Tiffany laugh loud.

Val had heard enough. She went back to her table and told Shirley what happened.

“She said what? Oh no, that’s it. Let’s go get her,” Shirley said.

“No, no. Let her have it right now,” Val responded.

“So what are you going to do then?” Shirley asked.

Val thought and said, “I don’t know yet.”

The day of the awards ceremony Val still had no plan. She really didn’t want to reduce herself to that level but she couldn’t do nothing right?

That day she dressed nicely but nothing over the top. It wasn’t a huge affair. Guys would be in suits and the ladies would be dressed nicely but it require a Halston dress or anything. So she put on a black skirt and a nice white top, with blue vertical stripes.

The party was in a good sized room with plenty of tables with food and desserts and punch and usual offerings. There was wooden dance floor in the middle. A DJ booth behind it. And there were round tables spread out all around.

The guys were dressed in suits and ties and looked not much different from a regular work day. Tiffany however made the most of it. She wore a strapless, sleeveless black dress. Tight on the top, tight in the middle, and slightly flared out by her feet. Her waist was cinched off by a belt. Her hair was done up. Quite fancy too. She looked like she was going to the prom. Her dresses tightness caused her to be a bit stiff but it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

Val sat with some people in the company she didn’t really know and kept to herself. After the awards were given out (neither Val nor Tiffany got one) the DJ started up and people started dancing.

Val couldn’t resist the music and got on the floor. She danced by herself, which is what she preferred anyway and people started to take note. It didn’t hurt that there were only five other people out there. Val could move and and while she treat it like she was out at a club, she showed of some impressive stuff.

Tiffany took note as well. More importantly she took note of everyone starting at Val’s nice little ass. This burned her up and she grabbed Robert by the arm and headed to the floor. They two of them danced about as stiffly as you would image and Tiffany didn’t want her hair to topple of so she really had to stay rather still.

The two of them ended up with more giggles from the on lookers than anything else. Robert couldn’t wait for the song to end and when it did he bolted back to his seat. Tiffany felt foolish and decided it was time to powder her nose. So she headed off to the bathroom, smiling the whole time. Val just kept on dancing to herself and didn’t notice what Tiffany was doing.

Val sat down, tired and had some punch. Not thinking she spilled a bit on her white blouse. Damn, she thought to herself and headed off the bathroom to try to rinse it out. When she went in there, Katie the receptionist was at the sink and talking to no one.

“Oh honestly, you make a big deal out of nothing,” she said.

The Val heard Tiffany’s voice coming from one of the stalls.

“You just don’t understand. And really did you see Val out there?”

Katie looked at Val. Val looked at Katie. They both froze. Val put her finger to her lips and shook her head. Katie nodded.

“What about her,” Katie asked.

“Oh come on. Just because she’s from the ghetto doesn’t mean she has to show everyone it. I mean did you see her out there? It was disgusting.” Tiffany wasn’t holding anything back.

“That’s just mean,” Katie replied.

“No it’s just what everyone else is thinking. No one wants to see that mixed nut out there shaking it around shamelessly.”

Mixed nut? What did that mean?

“Okay I’ve heard enough, I’m going back out,” Katie said.

“Well just make sure black-chiney doesn’t knock you over with her flailing limbs,” Tiffany said from the stall.

Val looked and saw Tiffany’s legs in the stall, her black dress and something white. That bitch, she thought. She thought about knocking the door open and punching her out. Leave her sitting on the toilet, unconscious with a black eye. But she let that go and went out when Katie opened the door.

Tiffany returned from the bathroom looking refreshed and headed over to the table where the punch was. She helped herself to a drink and looked over the desserts. That’s when Val noticed her standing with her feet half on and half a rug that was in front of the table. Val looked at Tiffany with her perfect hair and turned up nose and decided she had enough.

Val walked over to the table and stood next to Tiffany. She had a pen in her hand pretended to drop it. Val then bent down and while she was picking her pen she also picked up the corner of the rug. She stood up with both in her hand.

“Whoa!” Tiffany squealed as she teetered on her high heels, just before she fell flat on her back.

Everyone stopped and looked over. No one had see Val yank the rug, but they sure saw now. Tiffany was dazed for a quick second but the moment she heard a slight pop she was jarred back to consciousness. She had a worried look and when the second pop came a second later she hurried to her feet.

“I’m okay,” she said holding herself with her hands around her midsection. Val looked at her and realized what was happening. This little bitch is wearing a girdle. And in a few seconds it’s going to pop off on her. She could see Tiffany’s stomach bulge slightly.

“Well are you okay?” Val asked while she stood in her way.

Each second another pop. The bulge grew. The dress tightened. Tiffany had to get out of there.

“Yes I’m fine now move out of the way!” By now there was only one clasp left holding the struggling girdle together. Tiffany looked bloated but if she could make it to the bathroom maybe she could fix it. Val was wondering where the last pop was. What was holding it together?

Then Val realized. The belt. That belt was holding her in. That bitch was going to escape this. Tiffany pushed her way Val and headed out. Damn, Val thought, it was about to be so much better than she thought and now it was all going for nothing.

Then she had a brainstorm. “Hell with it,” she said and ran up to Tiffany just as she was at the doorway.

“What do you want? Get out of my way” Tiffany barked.

Val clenched her teeth and whispered, “Don’t you mean ‘get out of my way, black-chiney?’”

Tiffany’s eyes widened and Val grabbed her belt buckle and yanked it off her, spinning Tiffany around back facing the room. Just as she stopped moving the last clasp gave. Pop!

“Oh no” Tiffany said as her girdle flew up. The weight change was too much for the black dress. First her upper thighs and then her ass grew and it kept moving up. Her belly bulged out more you could hear the seams first strain, then rip. The dress ripped down the sides and the dress folded open in the front and the back, like a banana. Tiffany screamed as her dress fell apart. Everyone just stared. In a matter of seconds Tiffany had gone from a size 4 to a 12. Stuck to the top of the dress were foam inserts, revealing another of Tiffany’s secrets. She stood there with her sagging size A’s for a second before she remembered to cover up with her arms.

In the dress at her feet was her girdle and the topper was that as Tiffany stood there with her belly rolls in front of everyone she was still wear something: her panty girdle. It was packed to the brim and seemed like it was about to burst as well.

No wonder she seemed so slim, Val thought. A girdle and a panty girdle. Damn.

“You stupid bitch!” Tiffany screamed at Val. Then she picked up her dress and covered herself with it.

“No one likes you anyway,” she said she went past. Val was ready for more and grabbed at her pile of hair to give it a yank. And with that Tiffany’s last secret was revealed. Her hair came off in Val’s hand. Remaining on  her head was very short dark hair covered in hair clips.

Tiffany screamed again and ran out of the room crying and didn’t come back.

After she left the room exploded in laughter. A few minutes later the DJ fired up the music and Val didn’t dance alone again.

Tiffany, on the other hand was also not alone. She had a tub of ice cream to keep her company.