Angel Chapter 4

On Friday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling. She was happy because it was the last day of the work week, and because there would be a dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association that evening. She had been anticipating the event ever since her first night there, seeing it as a chance to mingle with her fellow members in a strictly social atmosphere. Still smiling, she went about her normal morning routine, ending with stepping off the bus a block from the bank and cheerfully walking the rest of the way to begin the day's work.

Although she was still new enough, only two weeks on the job, that things were not completely routine, Angel encountered no problems and nothing unusual, until about two hours after she arrived. She heard somebody breathing against her back, and felt the palm of a hand cupped against her succulent ass.

"Good morning, Mr. Baker," she greeted the owner of the intrusive hand. There was no need to look; she knew who it was.

"Good morning, Miss Jones. I'm glad to see you are settling nicely into the routine of the job."

Angel knew she should have been angry, or at least annoyed, at the liberties being taken by her supervisor, but she also knew that she wasn't. It certainly didn't cause her any pain, nor did she feel any real animosity toward him. She regarded it as a bit of harmless fun for the man, and it further served, in a small way, to affirm that she was a desirable woman. Her experiences over the last few weeks, especially with Lionel, had reduced the need for such affirmation, but she still liked getting it from men, especially those who did not know she was a T-girl. Mr. Baker didn't stay long before continuing on his way, looking for another pretty young teller to fondle. He wished they were all as sexy and as acquiescent as his newest trainee.

Smiling, casually flirting with some of the male customers, handling most transactions on her own and getting help from more senior coworkers when needed, the day was a routine one for Angel.