In the middle of summer, one was grateful for air conditioning. However, the people at Control weren't so lucky. It was 92 degrees outside this Tuesday, and it felt about 80 inside.
"Goddamit! Sue, where's the fucking maintenance man? It's 100 degrees in here and we're all wearing suits!" The Chief was furious as he spoke to his secretary on the phone in the main office. "How the Hell are we supposed to work in these conditions?"
"Chief, I'm sorry. I tried to get the maintenance man in here yesterday, but he's on vacation until Friday." Sue tried to explain things calmly, but she knew it wouldn't do any good because the Chief was on a rampage and acting like a total asshole.
"Fine! Oh, don't you worry, I'll be talking to him first thing Friday morning." Chief smiled to himself, because he had every intention of firing the guy. So what if he was on vacation, he was also on call.
Maxwell Smart sat at his desk in a lazy manner. His legs were spread out and he had already abandoned his suit jacket this morning. Fanning himself with his coffee stained report, he looked intently at the Chief. He thought for sure the Chief was going to have a heart attack the way he was carrying on in this heat. Chief had discarded his suit jacket as well and took out his handkerchief and was dabbing at his forehead. Looking over at Agent 99, he saw that she kept working and typing, despite the fact she could shed any clothes like the rest of them. A smirk crossed his face at the thought of her stripping down and letting those gorgeous little tits of hers breathe. He just knew she was sweating everywhere.
"Max, why are you looking at me like that? Are you delirious from the heat?" asked 99 innocently, after noticing him gawking at her.
"What? Oh, yeah, it's really hot in here. I guess I was just in a daze."
The Chief looked at both of them and then rolled his eyes. "Listen you two, try to concentrate on this report. I have to go up in front of the board tomarrow and I need it."
Max just rolled his eyes and kept fanning himself.
"Chief?"
"Yes 99?"
"Can I unbutton my blouse a little? I'm terribly hot and I just think it would be a little bit more comfortable," Ninety-nine asked sheepishly.
Well both Chief and Max just about fell through their seats. Max's mouth dropped open and Chief tried to think clearly and maintain his composure. "Uhh, of course, I mean that would be fine 99." The Chief shuffled his papers nervously and cleared his throat and made no eye contact.
Max couldn't help but stare at her as she slowly unbuttoned one button at a time, until he could plainly see the top of her bra. Ninety-nine had not anticipated how she would feel when the air hit her chest. She discreetly squirmed in her chair and felt embarrassed in a small way for partially exposing herself in front of these two men. The Chief glanced up for a second and did a double take. He felt a little bit turned on at seeing this hottie loosen up a bit. Always the leader, he decided to seize the opportunity at hand. He stated matter-of-factly, "Oh, Ninety-nine, you don't care if I get a little more comfortable do you?"