It was getting pretty close to five o'clock and it had been quite the long day. Not only had my assistant not finished the Macinrow report that was supposed to be submitted by one o'clock, but I had lost a million dollar account to a competitor I hated. Just as I began to wind things down for the end of the day, I also remember I was going home to more work of weeks worth of laundry and other wonderful such chores.
I decided that I had had enough work for the day and started to pack up for the evening when I had a knock on my office door.
"Come in." I said like whoever could possibly be at my door it wouldn't matter if it was the President of the United States himself that could make me care a bit about staying in that office more than one more second than I already was.
In walked a security policeman. He was a large black man that stood about six feet. His hands were playing with his billy stick and I noticed his pistol peacefully resting in its holster. He looked like he would leave you in rough shape if you messed with him. I lifted my eyebrows in anticipation as I waited for him to speak. I felt a little patter in my heart as well.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Mr. Williams." He said in an extremely deep voice.
"Someone has completely broken your driver side window." The black cop said as he waited for my reaction. My new BMW!! How could this day get any worse? I verified that he had the correct car.
With an audible 'thud', I plopped into my chair. My already grumpy face turned even grumpier. For a 35 year old vice president at a prestigious company, my patience had dissipated far earlier than a regular working man at my age. It couldn't have been a worse working day. Even if I had been in the car for this accident, at least I would have gotten a good adrenaline rush out of the experience. And now I was going to have to stay even longer at work to sort this out. My blood was starting to boil!
It took a while for the news to sink in. "Who the fuck broke my fucking window!?" I exclaimed slamming my fist on my desk. I instantly realized that I couldn't talk to someone of the black man's size that way, or a cop (which was realized after). But my car was my baby. Something middle aged men bought for their mid-life crisis that I purchased early!
"They're outside your office, sir. I wanted to know if you wanted to press charges and would take a moment of your time to see the culprit yourself. You know the high school is right across the street." The first image that popped into my head was of some punk kid probably playing football or something where they shouldn't be showing off for his other punk friends.
At first I really didn't want to have to deal with some teenage boy, but the thought of letting off some of my steam came into mind.
"Send him in, officer. And please close the door afterwards so that we may speak in private, if that's alright." I rubbed my evil hands together and got comfortable in my expensive leather chair.
"Not a problem, Mr. Williams. And it's a her..." He said as he nodded to the person just outside of my view to enter as he held the door. Her? Oh great. Some punk girl who thinks she's knows everything and only expresses it in a high pitched whine. I sighed and put my head into my hands on my desk.
Click. The door closed and I heard the cop walk away into the distance. Blank thoughts coursed through my brain. With another sigh I lifted my head to figure out what I was going to do with a child and broken window, and as fast as possible. Slowly as I came out of my deep thoughts, my eyes now focus on the young girl. She was wearing her school girl outfit: a tucked-in white button down shirt (one button unbuttoned), pleated skirt that fell a few inches above the knee, and from having the desk obstruct his view she was also wearing white socks that came up to her shins/knees.
Within a second I spoke and stood up, "Hello, the owner of the window you broke, Mr. Williams." I didn't extend my hand as I was quite upset, but looked at her face for the first time. She had big deep green eyes, a small face that fit her small framed body. My eyes rose to notice her high pony tail and down to her tits. I couldn't tell from this second if she was a 15 year old that looked like an 18 year old or an 18 year old that looked like she was 15. Her features weren't much help in making this decision. Her tits were small but perfect for the size of a young woman still filling out. And the curves of her hips were noticeable but subtle, too.
All these thoughts began to enter my mind within a second or two of seeing this young schoolgirl, which came to halt as soon as she opened her mouth, "I'm very sorry about your window, Mr. William's. I don't know what happened, I uh, well... I'm sorry I'm Madison."
I noticed this girl was very flustered. I don't know if I took it as a sign of weakness or my testosterone was just pumping, but I couldn't get naughty images of her out of my head and it had only been less than a minute. I thought of her cute skirt, her soft thighs - silk to the touch they must be at her age. Then about that skirt again and what lied under it. Was she wearing the classic innocent girl white cotton panties or was she wilder and wearing a black satin thong, I wondered. As I began to daze, I realized she was still standing there.
"Please have a seat, Madison." I motioned for the chair in front of my desk and we both sat. I couldn't help but run my eyes down her body again, making sure to go slowly down her skirt, and even slower at where the hem hit her creamy thighs. With all these naughty thoughts racing thru my pathetic mind, I questioned my integrity. I wondered if I was so easily occupied with sex because of my long day or because I was a guy.
"Uh, well Madison, do you have the money to pay for my window?" My conscious was trying to behave for my cock, which had starting twitching at just the sight of this young girl's ripe body. Oh my!
"No..."
Before she could say more, I cut in, "Do your parents?"
