The Heart Squad (part 2)

Part 1


Kurtzburg didn't get around to opening the card until after he'd cleared all of the morning's urgent tasks.  Not that it shed any more light on the mystery.

It was one of those standard giant-size Valentine's Day cards you could pick up in any high-street shop.  Kurtzburg's name was on the cover of the plain red envelope, written in elegant handwriting.  Kurtzburg didn't know of any other Piotr Kurtzburgs in the company, so it must be for him.  For whatever reason.

"Happy Valentine's Day from the Heart Squad," was written on the inside in the same elegant handwriting.

Kurtzburg had no idea who or what the Heart Squad was.

Someone had drawn cute little cartoon bats all over the inside of the card.  Some of them were carrying pink hearts.  The ones that weren't had long tails—that looked more like devil tails—looped around in the outline of a heart.

Maybe he had a secret admirer.

Kurtzburg nearly laughed out loud at the thought.

He was no catch.  Even by the not-that-high standards of the typical IT male, Kurtzburg was distinctly below average.  He knew his nickname around the office was "moleman."  His co-workers didn't seem to care that he knew either.

He supposed it was different.  At school they used to call him Penfold after the character in the Danger Mouse cartoons.

It didn't bother Kurtzburg all that much.  Maybe at some point in the past, but he'd long grown out of letting it upset him.  You couldn't help what you were born with, as far as he was concerned.  There were a few people in the office he didn't like, but he just tended to avoid them.  As for the rest, they were fine.  They let him get on with his work and he let them get on with theirs.  The only time they interacted with Kurtzburg was when they wanted something done.  This was also fine with Kurtzburg.  That's how work worked.

Now there was this card.

Kurtzburg would have put it down to a prank played by Dave Gregg, except Gregg had left the company two years ago.  Foxtrot Tech had been a different place then and 'Greggsy' was the office prankster—a larger than life character with a big mouth.  Kurtzburg hadn't got on that well with him.  Gregg was a massive extrovert.  Kurtzburg was a massive introvert.  There were clashes.

That was then.  Times moved on.  The kind of 'hijinks' Gregg used to get up to, especially with the female staff, were no longer tolerated in the modern workplace.

Kurtzburg turned the card over.  There were four glossy lipstick impressions of kisses on the bottom left corner.  They'd been added later rather than printed on the card.  Written over them in the same elegant handwriting were the words:

"Look forward to tonight."

This was just like one of the 'jokes' Greggsy liked to pull.

But not anymore.

Not since that business.

* * * *

That business had involved Roberta Ross.  Kurtzburg was dragged into her office just before lunch.

"Care to explain that little incident this morning?" she asked.

Ross was all cold angles and hidden landmines.  She was a short, mousy-haired woman that favoured power suits despite running the traditionally laidback IT department.  Kurtzburg respected her professionalism and efficiency, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to like her.  There was a furious intensity about her, as if she was always a couple of countdown ticks away from an explosion, and Kurtzburg didn't want to be anywhere near the blast radius.

"I don’t know," he mumbled.  "A mix-up, I think.  Someone set up a prank and got the wrong man... person."

Ross fixed him with steely grey eyes.

"I don't know or care what you and your friends get up to outside of work, but if they are your friends you should let them know the next time they pull a stunt like this it will be you that has to bear the consequences."

Ross turned back to her monitor.

"The latest patch is running late.  I need that bugfix done before you leave tonight."

Meeting over.

Ross had joined the company as a junior programmer three years ago and had risen meteorically to the position of department head.  It was her complaint of sexual harassment that had resulted in Dave Gregg's termination.

It hadn't come as much of a surprise.  Greggsy had always been a little too free with his mouth around the female staff.  Even freer with his hands.  That kind of behaviour was no longer tolerated.

There had been a similar controversy involving Ross and another senior developer, Jake Packman, about a year later.  Unwelcome advances.  Hands touching parts of the anatomy hands should not touch.

That had been a surprise.  Like Kurtzburg, Packman was a quiet person who kept to themselves.  Unlike Kurtzburg, Packman was married and seemed happy with domestic life.

You never could tell with the quiet ones, the office had gossiped.

Packman had 'resigned'.

Kurtzburg turned off the voice-recording app on his smartphone as he left Ross's office.

With Gregg it hadn't been a surprise.  Packman, however...

* * * *

There was email awaiting Kurtzburg when he got back to his desk.


to be continued...

The Heart Squad (part 1)

This the story I wanted to enter into Literotica's Valentine's Day short story competition.  I didn't finish it in time and it isn't finished now.  I seem to have a problem finishing stories at the moment, which is rather vexing.  So, I'm going to do as what some nice soul in the comments suggested - start posting what I have as a serial here in the hope that will provide the impetus to get the rest done.  The first parts will be pretty slow with uneven breaks as this was originally intended as a 5-6K word short story rather than a serial with classic cliff-hanger hooks.

As a quick aside, I'm not going to abandon my current playthrough series of Monmusu Quest: Paradox [part 2].  Currently my write-up has caught up to where I am in the game and I need a bit of breathing space to get ahead again.  If all goes to plan I'll get back to it next week and run it alongside this.

The Heart Squad (part 1)

Piotr Kurtzburg didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates on Valentine's Day.

He certainly didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates hand-delivered by a statuesque bombshell of a model.

Her visit caused quite a stir in the office.  A six-foot-tall, jaw-droppingly beautiful woman walking around in nothing more than a longcoat and sexy lingerie was not a sight the average British office worker expected to see on your typical miserable and overcast February morning.

"Happy Valentine's Day from the Heart Squad," she said to Kurtzburg before handing over an oversized card and heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Dumbfounded, Kurtzburg just accepted them.  He was blown away by her appearance.

One.  She was really tall.  Taller than Kurtzburg's five-ten.

Two.  She was still perfectly proportioned despite her height.  She had a perfect feminine physique—full hips, fuller chest, and long long legs.  She also had big big hair.  It was red—flame not ginger—and complexly coiffured in a style Kurtzburg hadn't seen since the kitsch sci-fi films of the sixties.  Her smile revealed perfect white teeth.

Three.  She was clearly wearing nothing more than underwear beneath her longcoat.  It was pink, frilly and sheer enough for her nipples to be visible beneath.

That alone should have been enough to have her stopped long before reaching Kurtzburg's desk.  Except...

Four.  She had overwhelming presence.  This was the hardest to explain.  Not only did she look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, she also had this aura that flooded out of her and subsumed all around her.  She seemed the sort that had the chutzpah—and looks—to blag her way into anywhere.

What Kurtzburg couldn't understand was why she was here for him.

When he'd finally gathered enough presence of mind to stop gawping at her like an open-mouthed yokel, he said, "I think there's been some mistake."

"Are you Piotr Kurtzburg?" she asked.

Kurtzburg gave her a slight nod of affirmation.

"Then there's been no mistake.  Happy Valentine's Day."

For one awful moment, Kurtzburg thought she was going to perform a striptease for him right there and then and in front of the entire office.  Under other circumstances, Kurtzburg might have been okay with this.  He was your typical sex-starved male nerd and her body was extraordinary.  But not here.  Not with the whole office watching.  Not with his cheeks almost burning as brightly as her hair.

Instead she dipped her head forwards and kissed him on each cheek, continental style.  On the last kiss her head slid on until her sumptuous lips were level with his ear.

"See you later," she whispered.

Then she turned on the spot and walked away, leaving a very befuddled Kurtzburg standing there with his mouth open and holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates.  He was still surrounded in a cloud of her perfume.  Faint traces of it stayed with him for the rest of the morning.

to be continued...