I work in building operations, which basically means, I work maintenance in a high-rise building. Which is not too bad, I get to dabble in just about everything...electrical, carpentry, plumbing etc... a jack of all trades master of none type guy.
The people I work for are decent for the most part. They realize running around a building keeping everything working.
My boss is Tiffany, she is cool. She is about 5'7", red hair, has what I would assume are some decently big breasts (she keeps them covered well), legs that do not stop, and a butt that always seems to be forcing her skirts/pants to strain just the right amount.
I get called into her office a good amount, not a lot but enough for us to have gotten to know each other. She is 35, never been married-that sort of stuff. When she calls me in, it is usually a legitimate problem, rarely is something like turning it off and on. However, that changed one day.
"Patrick, can you come to my office, I don't have any power and can't get any work done"
"So, you're telling me that you want to do work?" I banter back," sure thing, let me look at the breakers then I'll be up."
"Thanks," Tiffany said.
Breakers turned out to be fine, time to go to her office and see what is up.
As I walk in, I realize something is new. Usually, she would wear clothes that covered her chest nicely, but today she was wearing a white button-down satin blouse, that sure looked like it was a size too small, and a couple buttons undone that showed enough of her pale smooth skin, and cleavage to get the imagination going. Then I noticed that her office was quite warm.
"Dammit Tiffany, can you get it any hotter in here?"
"Well...I could always take off my shirt..."
I swallowed hard, was she serious or was this just some mindless banter? I countered, "As fun as that sounds it might make it a little difficult to any work."
She just raises an eyebrow.
"Anyways, since some of us actually have to do work, where is your thermostat?"
"Hmm over there on the wall."
As I walk of to it, I feel her eyes watching me, something was different today.
"Well, there's one problem...batteries are dead. Easy fix. Now besides you and the AC, what's not working?"
"My computer, printer... everything on my desk...nothing turns on, and yes I've checked to see if it's plugged in," she said with some sass.
"Ok give me a few minutes and I'll see what I can do."
As I walked over to the outlet to check the gfi, I could feel my boss just staring at me. It felt as though she was the predator, and I was her prey.
I checked it out anyways and it was fine.
"You wouldn't happen to have either a power strip or a surge protector around here, do you?" I asked.
She peered over her glasses at me, "Actually I do...right here under my desk."
Had she just grinned a little as she said that? Was it something I perceived or was it real? Regardless of it looked like I was getting on my hands and knees and getting under her desk.
"If you could let me squeeze under there to take a look at what's going on."
She giggled a little, "Sure thing."
As she rolled back from her desk, that was when I saw what she was wearing. Not only was she wearing a satin blouse that was too small, and an extra button undone. She was wearing a tight black leather skirt, that was rather short. It stopped about six inches from her knee. As I looked more, I could tell she was either wearing black pantyhose or black stockings, but I could not tell, and to top it off she was wearing calf high black leather high heeled boots. I audibly gulped.
"Are you going to stare at me or are you going to work?"
