Edited by michchick98.
It was a long day and I'd been working in the office well past quitting time, trying to get enough done to get home, not that there was much to go home to.
I was putting the finishing touches on a report when I heard the distinctive whine of the vacuum cleaner start up a few cubicles away. It was late, 9:45pm, and the cleaners were in the building. I poked my head over the cubicle wall for a look and was surprised to see that the normal uniformed, matronly woman was not working her way down the row tonight.
In her place was a stunning, raven haired woman about five foot six in height. Wearing the backpack vacuum, but not the uniform of the cleaning staff, she was dressed as a woman about to go out to a club. Black, calf high boots with a tight, short black skirt, and a red lacy bra with only a torn fishnet top over it. Fingerless black and red stripped gloves that went up her forearms completed the outfit.
I stared, helpless to pull my eyes away, drinking in the sight. She was oblivious to the staring, dancing a little as she cleaned - her attention focused on the music from her iPod. Her hair was so black, it seemed to absorb light as it swirled around her, hanging just below her shoulder blades. Her breasts were high and from the looks of things, didn't really need the bra. Her features were Caucasian with just a hint of Asian, and her makeup was so perfect she looked like magazine cover.
In what seemed like in no time at all she was suddenly at my cubicle. She jumped slightly when she saw me and stumbled, dropping the vacuum wand and falling to land on her shapely buttocks with a squeak. For a moment I was shocked into immobility by the sudden knowledge that she wasn't wearing any panties, then I shook it off and offered her a hand up. She took my hand, and as she rose, turned off the vacuum.
"Sorry about that," I said as the noise died away, "I didn't mean to startle you." My mouth was a little dry from nervousness - had she noticed my staring?
"No, its all right," she said. Her voice, in the sudden absence of noise, was a soft contralto that sent a shot right down my spine. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be here this late."
For a moment there was an awkward silence. Somewhat pedantically I said, "I can't help but notice that's not the normal uniform for vacuuming around here." At the same time thinking, great - captain obvious strikes again.
She smiled. "No, I'm just filling in. I was actually on my way to a club when my Aunt called and asked if I could take care of this for her."
"Oh! I hope she's all right," I said concerned. Mrs. Leighton never really talked to the office workers, but I certainly didn't bear her any ill will. Though, I thought if we could trade up for this delightful young lady...
"Just a stomach bug we think, um... which brings me back to the filling in for her," she replied, gesturing with the vacuum wand at the carpet.
"Of course! Don't let me keep you from getting out to the club - people must be waiting for you."
She sighed and looked at her watch. "They were. This took longer than I thought, and from the text I got they're moving on without me tonight. I'll just finish up and probably head home - this is harder work than it looks when Aunt Karen does it."
"We'll I'll get out of your way then, please don't mind me - the noise won't bother me."
"Thanks," she said, flipping the cleaner back on.
She proceeded to vacuum my cubicle and the last one across from me. I watched her graceful movements as she bent over to pick up a piece of paper and her skirt stretched, showing off her ass like it was framed. For just an instant I could see her mound between her legs. I could feel my cock straining in my pants, the first traces of pre-cum wetting my underwear. God, I thought, it's been a while since I've gotten laid.
As she finished the floor, she turned the vacuum off and politely turned to me to say goodbye. I could tell that her eyes caught sight of my hard on - there was no way to hide it quickly and she stopped for a moment, unsure of what to say.
I'm not sure what possessed me in that moment. I hadn't propositioned a woman in a long time, but seeing that perfect body I blurted out, "You know, there's no reason that you getting dressed up needs to be a complete loss. Why don't we see what we can do for you..." I trailed off, finishing the sentence in my head, "or to you."
She cocked her head to the side and asked, "What sort of thing did you have in mind?"
I thought quickly, "Well, I can't do the complete club experience - but I think I can help you relax some. Wait here one second."
I quickly moved to the end of the row and flipped the switches for the main lights. The floor was now darkened, lit by only a few emergency lights and the shifting colors of several screen savers. As I hurried back to where she was waiting, I saw that she had shrugged out of the vacuum cleaner and set it off to the side. I held up one hand in a sort of 'please bear with me' gesture, and opened a playlist of the techno music that I used for workouts. I raised the volume so that the rhythms filled the floor. As the music started she smiled.
I smiled back and said, "And I have one more touch."
I opened the drawer of my neighbor's desk and took out the bottle he thought he kept hidden there. I poured a double shot worth into two mugs and looked up to see her moving toward me, starting to dance to the music. She stopped very close as I handed her one of the mugs.
I asked with a smile, "You are old enough right?"
She looked at me with a look that said "Don't be silly - of course I am." and then, matching words to the look said, "Yes silly, of course I am."
She proved she was probably a more experienced drinker than me as she drained her mug it in one swallow, dropping it to the carpet. As I sat my cup on the desk, she reached out and pulled me into the row between the cubicles, dancing faster as we moved.
