I was at my desk, growling in frustration at the paperwork in front of me. Even for a Monday, today had already been terrible. One aggravating thing after another. The warm spell we'd been having was gone, replaced once again by a layer of ice over my car that I hadn't expected having to clear off before heading to work. I got in the car to start it, thinking the defroster might make things a little easier. Of course the engine didn't want to start, loudly whining at me because of the cold. I nearly flooded the damn thing before finally getting it to turn over.
Growling I got out of the car and scraped off the windows. By the time I was done I was running late. If traffic was as bad as usual I was bound to be late. I cursed the whole way to the freeway, which actually seemed less busy than usual. I managed to get to work with a minute to spare before remembering that it was a holiday that most people recognized, even though the owners of my company felt that we did not need to. "That explains the lack of traffic," I thought with an optimistic sigh of relief. "Maybe it will be somewhat slow today."
The optimism left as soon as I entered my office and found the pile of paperwork on my desk. A note on top said that the cases now assigned to me and my team and that we needed to get them resolved as quickly as possible and that our clients were already getting impatient. Looking through them I realized that they had all belonged to Steven, a bumbling idiot who worked down the hall. The only reason he even had the office was that his father owned the company. From the look of the papers he hadn't even touched these in weeks!
Grinding my teeth in annoyance I picked them up and headed down the hall. "If that punk thinks he can just pawn off his work on me, he's mistaken!" I told myself furiously. "I have enough to do keeping my own cases up to date without doing his job too." Reaching his office I shoved the door open and began to give him a piece of my mind. The shouts died in my throat though as I was greeted with a bare and empty office. The desk was clear, as were his drawers and shelves. The fucker had been fired!
I returned to my office and stared down at the pile of work I had inherited. "I guess I'm stuck with it," I thought bitterly and started to read through the first. I was still reading it, getting even more frustrated when my secretary walked through the door. "What is it!?" I barked at her, my frustration obvious through my tone. Caitlyn was startled so badly that she dropped the file she had been holding. It opened and papers slid across the floor. I watched as she hurriedly bent down and started scooping them up. As she reached across the floor for one that had slid the farthest I saw that her grey pencil skirt had somehow hiked up tightly around her thighs, revealing that her dark pantyhose were actually thigh high stockings, complete with a black garter strap attached which climbed that milky white thigh and disappeared under the skirt.
Immediately every ounce of anger and frustration I had been feeling was sent straight to my cock which swelled to full and throbbing erection in the space of half a second. She stood up, clutching the file tightly in her hands, her face flush with embarrassment. My eyes followed that flush down her long slender neck and down her chest creamy chest. Her petite breasts, maybe a large B cup, still managed to push out her blouse enough to provide me with a mouthwatering amount of cleavage to stare at. The tight red fabric clung to her flat stomach, showing off her figure until it disappeared into the gray skirt.
