I glance at my reflection as I wait for the elevator to get to the top floor, where your office is. My brown hair is pulled back into a high bun and I'm even wearing my thin, black framed glasses, just because I know how much you love them. I asses the rest of my body in the mirror, a crisp white shirt that you can faintly see my black bra though is tucked into a tight, black, high-waisted skirt and black stockings. Of course you can't see that they're laced topped thigh highs, but I can feel it. But it's the shoes that set the whole outfit off- black, seven inch heels. I didn't bother wearing underwear; I'm not coming to talk and just the thought of what you're about to do to me is getting me wet already.
I step out of the elevator onto tiled floor; the noise of my heels makes all the secretary's heads turn. I can feel their eyes roaming my short, curvy figure. I walk towards your office and stand in front of your secretary's desk, between her low desk and my stilettos I tower over her. She says you're alone in your office and that I can go straight through. I open your door and as you look up, your green eyes stare at me directly and it makes me catch my breath, a smile slowly spreads across your face and I find myself thinking about how beautiful you are. You're so young to be in such a high position in the company, at only 24...even if your father does own the business. Medium height, short brown hair and a lean, athletic body, you're perfect to me.