Amber never really thought of herself as the type who would attract hot men; at twenty seven, she's married, has a child and is a little bit overweight. But nonetheless, Christian constantly flirted with her. These little occurrences weren't thought of as anything major, just a little workplace silliness. After all, he was married and even if he was to cheat, it would be with one of the other women who were thinner and more attractive.
So maybe she wasn't all that overweight... she was short, 5'2" and wore a size 12. It was her height that made her seem bigger than she really was. Her dark brown hair rested on her shoulders and her bangs were cut at an angle so that they sometimes covered her right eye -- her eyes are what made her think she's sexy: deep blue, sometimes green and always looking at Christian through long, dark lashes. She boasted a size 44DD bra and small waist despite her hip size. Her lips always looked wet from the lip gloss she wore and her nails were always painted a deep scarlet... much like the letter she'd have worn after this tale is over.
Christian was a tall, muscular man. He played basketball and baseball and was undoubtedly the homecoming King or something like that; very attractive. He was constantly winking or smiling or throwing suggestive looks and comments her way, but she never thought anything of it. Close to Christmas, he hung a stocking on his door and told a select few women -- including Amber -- that he wanted it filled with a pair of each of their panties; he likes black and pink. A few of the other women laughed and joked that they'd get him the biggest, ugliest pair available but Amber went a step further. At lunch that day, she went out and bought a pair of black, lacy boy-cut panties and attached a note which read:
"Now all you need to do is find out who I belong to?"
She was in the bathroom when she heard his loud "hello" come from down the hall and she just laughed at herself. When she got back to her desk, he came up with the note in his hand and a slight blush on his face. She looked up at him innocently.
"Did you do this? Let me see your handwriting..."
Amber just smiled and asked what he was talking about. He handed her the note and after she'd read it, gave her a look that repeated his earlier question. She just shrugged her shoulders.
"Are you serious? You didn't do it? Do you know who did?" He patted the wadded up panties in his pocket. "Just remind me to get rid of these before I leave today."
"You know what you have to do in order to find out who did it, right?" Amber bit her lower lip and looked up at him again. "Just see who isn't wearing anything. It's easy... just think about who those panties might fit."
He shook his head and just looked at her. "They'd fit you."
"Yes, and Colleen and Mattie and probably Julie," she lowered her voice. "But which one of us is now going commando?"
Of the women mentioned, Amber was the only one who worked the next day. She was in the kitchen getting some coffee when Christian walked in.
