Renna sat at her desk, one of many that filled the office block in which she worked. She gave a heavy sigh as she glanced down at her watch and realised there was still another hour to go until her shift was over. Renna hated her job, in fact, she barely understood most of the mundane tasks she was asked to do during the day. Most of her job consisted of inputting facts and figures onto the company database, and making sure reports were sent off by the end of the day.
Renna had to admit, this wasn't exactly what she had planned to do after finishing college. Her best friend and room mate, Violet, had somehow managed to find her dream job working in a restaurant, while Renna, who had studied Psychology, was now working in the most boring office imaginable. Still, at least it paid well. The company she worked for, "Shadowtech", apparently had a number of contracts with defence and military programs, but Renna could never really be bothered to take an interest in what exactly it did.
She checked her watch again, and realised that only two minutes had passed since the last time she looked. She reached for the jumbo sized bag of potato chips on her desk and began piling them into her mouth to kill some time. Since starting work here, Renna had found her intake of junk food increasing dramatically, which would have been a problem if she ever put on weight. Luckily for Renna, she never did.
Renna had always had a huge appetite, but an amazingly high metabolism. She never worked out, and since starting this job, she did very little physical exercise - and yet she could still get away with a a diet composed mainly of junk food. Not only did Renna stay slim, she had a great body - lightly tanned skin, shapely breasts and a firm, round butt. Her ability to maintain her figure was something of a sore point with Violet; her friend had once been slim in college, but had begun to fatten up over the past year despite her constant attempts at diet and exercise.
It took Renna about five minutes to finish the chips, after which she sent off her reports and spent the last fifty minutes of her day browsing the Internet while nobody was looking. Finally, when it reached 5 O'clock, she stood up, grabbed her coat and make a quick exit.
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