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nervously as all around me picked up
and left, as though I were waiting for an appraisal or exam.
Print-outs of my briefing sat in front of me on clean paper warm
from the printer. The clock ticked loudly towards six o'clock,
six-thirty, seven. It was up on the wall maybe twenty yards away,
but the office was so silent it sounded as though it was just above
my desk.
Where was she?
The hum of a vacuum grew steadily, and then
there was the cleaner, venturing inside Zoey's office, and I felt
the gloom of disappointment choking my heart. It was really getting
late - surely Zoey was a no-show.
It was nearly seven o'clock when my phone
suddenly bleeped to announce the arrival of a text message.
> Meet me downstairs in the parking lot.
Z
That was all it was, but those few words lit
a fuse inside my chest, and I was suddenly up on my feet,
scrambling to put my arms in the sleeves of my jacket and grab my
briefing notes before bolting for the elevators. Zoey was here!
After a frustratingly slow descent in the
elevator, I came out into the barren concrete environs of the
parking lot, and for a moment wasn't entirely sure what I was
doing, or for what I was supposed to be looking. The place was
deserted - so much so that I could easily see over to my car, even
though I'd parked it a fair way from the door. There was somebody
standing by it - Zoey.
I raced over, but on the way tried to regain
some kind of dignity. She wouldn't want to have anything to do with
me if I made myself look like an idiot.
"Drive me home, Jones, will you?" she asked
me.
"Of course, Ma'am."
"You can start briefing me on the way."
*
It wasn't far to her place over by Patterson
Park, though the traffic made it slow.
Sitting in the back while I chauffeured her,
she seemed to listen to me carefully enough, and did ask
intelligent questions. I hadn't expected to have to go through it
all from memory, without any of the notes I'd prepared, but after
so many years of giving presentations, and the amount of time I'd
immersed myself in the inner workings of RJS, that was no feat.
I adjusted my rearview mirror so I could
glance at her now and then, to check on how she was taking my
presentation. I did get the impression she was slightly distracted
- but then seeing her back there through the mirror, I had to try
not to be distracted myself.
After a while, I saw her notice me glancing
at her through the mirror, and as I continued to go through my
research, she flashed me a sexy smile, and I actually blushed.
"Don't stop, Jones," she said, having
unfastened a few of her shirt buttons to show me some cleavage.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"No Ma'am."
"So, then. You were saying about the
integration with other platforms…"
Indeed I had been discussing the enthralling
subject of current efforts at RJS to integrate its software with
the existing operating platforms of major clients, one way to
expand distribution and ease of adoption for their products. Yet it
was pretty difficult to continue as I looked into the mirror to see
my beautiful Zoey making herself look more like a sexy secretary
from a porn flick than my well-dressed boss.
Her shirt opened sufficiently to show her
lacy white bra, her skirt sliding gradually up to show the tops of
her stockings, and then at last her white lacy panties.
Oh God.
I was a little worried that people in other
vehicles, maybe even on the street, could see her - but she didn't
seem to care. Caressing her legs, the sound of her hands sweeping
over the nylon, I couldn't avoid looking.
Then she was stroking her pussy through her
underwear, her fingers tracing out little circles over the
luxurious lace, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the
road, let alone my thoughts in my presentation.
"…since 2009 they've been targeting the
healthcare sector with solutions that specifically cater to the
management of patient records."
"Is that right? Maybe we should be talking to
them about Health
and left, as though I were waiting for an appraisal or exam.
Print-outs of my briefing sat in front of me on clean paper warm
from the printer. The clock ticked loudly towards six o'clock,
six-thirty, seven. It was up on the wall maybe twenty yards away,
but the office was so silent it sounded as though it was just above
my desk.
Where was she?
The hum of a vacuum grew steadily, and then
there was the cleaner, venturing inside Zoey's office, and I felt
the gloom of disappointment choking my heart. It was really getting
late - surely Zoey was a no-show.
It was nearly seven o'clock when my phone
suddenly bleeped to announce the arrival of a text message.
> Meet me downstairs in the parking lot.
Z
That was all it was, but those few words lit
a fuse inside my chest, and I was suddenly up on my feet,
scrambling to put my arms in the sleeves of my jacket and grab my
briefing notes before bolting for the elevators. Zoey was here!
After a frustratingly slow descent in the
elevator, I came out into the barren concrete environs of the
parking lot, and for a moment wasn't entirely sure what I was
doing, or for what I was supposed to be looking. The place was
deserted - so much so that I could easily see over to my car, even
though I'd parked it a fair way from the door. There was somebody
standing by it - Zoey.
I raced over, but on the way tried to regain
some kind of dignity. She wouldn't want to have anything to do with
me if I made myself look like an idiot.
"Drive me home, Jones, will you?" she asked
me.
"Of course, Ma'am."
"You can start briefing me on the way."
*
It wasn't far to her place over by Patterson
Park, though the traffic made it slow.
Sitting in the back while I chauffeured her,
she seemed to listen to me carefully enough, and did ask
intelligent questions. I hadn't expected to have to go through it
all from memory, without any of the notes I'd prepared, but after
so many years of giving presentations, and the amount of time I'd
immersed myself in the inner workings of RJS, that was no feat.
I adjusted my rearview mirror so I could
glance at her now and then, to check on how she was taking my
presentation. I did get the impression she was slightly distracted
- but then seeing her back there through the mirror, I had to try
not to be distracted myself.
After a while, I saw her notice me glancing
at her through the mirror, and as I continued to go through my
research, she flashed me a sexy smile, and I actually blushed.
"Don't stop, Jones," she said, having
unfastened a few of her shirt buttons to show me some cleavage.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"No Ma'am."
"So, then. You were saying about the
integration with other platforms…"
Indeed I had been discussing the enthralling
subject of current efforts at RJS to integrate its software with
the existing operating platforms of major clients, one way to
expand distribution and ease of adoption for their products. Yet it
was pretty difficult to continue as I looked into the mirror to see
my beautiful Zoey making herself look more like a sexy secretary
from a porn flick than my well-dressed boss.
Her shirt opened sufficiently to show her
lacy white bra, her skirt sliding gradually up to show the tops of
her stockings, and then at last her white lacy panties.
Oh God.
I was a little worried that people in other
vehicles, maybe even on the street, could see her - but she didn't
seem to care. Caressing her legs, the sound of her hands sweeping
over the nylon, I couldn't avoid looking.
Then she was stroking her pussy through her
underwear, her fingers tracing out little circles over the
luxurious lace, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the
road, let alone my thoughts in my presentation.
"…since 2009 they've been targeting the
healthcare sector with solutions that specifically cater to the
management of patient records."
"Is that right? Maybe we should be talking to
them about Health
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