The morning starts out like every other morning. I walk into the office and begin preparing for the new day. I start my day with a large cup of coffee. I relax in my office sipping my coffee and enjoy the view of the morning sunshine on the city below. I enjoy watching the people scurry to work in the morning its just one of the many things I truly enjoy doing.
I finish my coffee. This is usually the best part of my day. Before everyone else arrives and the caffeine from the coffee is starting to take effect. Too bad the energy will have to be wasted on work I think to myself. Oh what I would give to smell her sweet perfume right now. To caress her soft legs. To run my fingers through her hair. To sit and gaze into the heavenly face of hers and memorize over and over her lips, her eyes, and the cute little way she smirks when she is naughty. But mostly to simply kiss her lips. That is my biggest reward I can ever receive from her. To be allowed to gently place a soft kiss on her lips is more than I can ever deserve.
I hear the elevator bell ding and realize it is time for other people to start coming in. I sit behind my desk and take in a last view of the way the morning light warms the office and illuminates the table and desk.
As the office door closes, I look up to see you standing at the door. You are a vision to behold. You are dressed in a long black overcoat and black high heels. My heart begins to beat with fear and excitement. I begin to speak with a fear in my throat. I tell you that people will soon begin to come into the office to begin the workday. You tell me that is my problem. Your problem right now is that you have an appointment and you do not have time for a pedicure. The thought of being able to pamper your feet instantly arouses me. My heart continues to beat faster. While the fear of having someone see me in this position scares me, the excitement of the process is just as exciting.
I tell you I do not know if I have the time to properly pamper your feet. You slowly walk toward me. You sit on my desk and place your beautiful high heeled shoe on my chair between my legs. You place one finger under my chin and look me in the eyes. You tell me that WHEN I finish giving you a pedicure then if you have time you may reward me. The opportunity to earn my reward is too great of an option. At this point I could care less it the President was coming in; there was no way I was not going to get my reward.