Weekend Upgrade
It was cold in the server room. Kept that way for the benefit of the equipment. Rob was at work on the weekend, in shorts and sandals but a flannel shirt. Time to update the computers in the insurance business he did IT for.
He was using a deployment script - an automated computer process that would look for the next idle machine in the building, compare software versions with the new update, load from cache as needed, launch installations and monitor progress.
As glitches were flagged Rob would do remote-login and take action. So far none had failed. Rob was good with scripts.
It was mindless but satisfying. With 200-plus workstations in the building it should take two- or three-hours max. Maybe less depending on cache performance.
Three machines were flagged in use: Sue in Customer Support. Madeline in Sales, VP marketing. And one in the mail room. He couldn't update them until they logged out of normal operations.
Leaving the script running, Rob would check the progress on his return. He had to track down each machine in case it was just left busy or hung.
He took the elevator from the basement (where it was easier to cool his servers) to the 1st floor.
Mail room, housekeeping, paper processing all occurs on the first floor. Forms and printers and shredders and the loading dock.
Rob quickly found the machine 'in use', just left logged in, mouse left near the air conditioner, vibration kept jiggling the mouse and making it apparently active. Have to send a note to mail room about logging out at end of shift. Rob pressed a couple keys and got back to the login screen.
One down.
Rob unbuttoned his flannel. It's warmer up here! Getting sweaty already. His shirt was open nearly to the navel. Bare chest and stomach showed, a little wet from sweat.
Take the elevator to the 2nd floor, cubicle-land. Scan cubicles for signs of life.
Sue was indeed in her cube, her brown head visible from the back. Talking on the phone. Customer Support was supposed to be closed on weekends?
Eavesdropping, he could make out she was talking to her sister, something about a friend's wedding. Baby crazy, she had latched onto a boyfriend, a real dish apparently. Giggles. Strangely bobbing in her chair rhythmically, talking about the groom in detail, muscles and beard and thighs - a surfer apparently?
Rob: "Ahem!"
Sue stopped moving, rearranged, "Just a minute!", torso popped up over the cubicle wall holding a phone to one shoulder.
"Rob! I didn't know anybody was here. Just closing some tickets, checking that agents have their monthlies updated."
Sue was dressed casually as was the tradition on the weekend, halter top and hair in a ponytail, no makeup. Her halter strained at the knot, barely holding on.
"Can you let me know when you're through? I want to do some maintenance on your hardware."
Sue seems at a loss for words, then recovered. "Should be just another half hour!"
"Thanks!"
Down the hall to the Executive suite - a walled off area, a receptionist desk separating it from the rest of floor. Passing that, Rob can see the row of window-offices, each with a glass wall and blinds covering the top half. Most blinds were left closed.
Crouching down, walk along the row peering under the blinds for the occupied office.
VP Madeline was indeed in her office, Rob could see her bottom half sitting beside a mahogany desk, one sculpted leg on the floor but the other apparently on her desk, one hand in her lap fiddling with something, the other hand occupied - on the phone?
Tapping at the door Rob heard a brief shuffling, and the door swung open.
Madeline on her portable phone, waved him in.
Rob pointed at her desktop - now at a screen saver. Mouths "Upgrade". Madeline nodded, held a hand out with five fingers, indicating five minutes. Rob nodded, closed her door behind.
Back toward the elevator, Sue hailed him.
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm having outside network problems again! Something messed up underneath I think?" Lost-kitten look, one arm outstretched toward the floor under her desk.
"I'll have a look!"
Pausing at her 'door', "Can I come in your cubicle?" Rob asked, always respectful of private spaces.
"Oh sure! I'd like nothing better." Sue smiled innocently.
Sue watched as he hunkered down to slide under her desk. His rangy muscled legs splayed out, shorts riding up with a wad in front where his package was undoubtable hiding. The rest hidden from view.
She wore something like pajama shorts, the new fashion in casual wear, breezy and brief. She moved to stand next to him.
From his vantage point on the floor, he could see her long tan legs, going into the shorts. One knee bent, leg at an angle, open stance. She fingered the shorts leg hem with one hand, pulling at the fabric absently, and it was riding up.
A glimpse of skin and hair - nothing else on! That is casual. Rob felt a flush but scooted further under the desk to examine her connections.
Tracing cables, Rob checked the color-coding for internal network and outside firewall link, both feeding the switch bolted to her cubicle wall, fed by a drop-cable from the ceiling like all the cubicles.
"I see your problem! The internal and external networks are switched! Same as last time. And the switch cable is disconnected..."
"I can't imagine how that happens! Maybe maintenance had to redo the power or something."
Rob knew that wasn't happening - being himself responsible for network devices including power supplies. And it was working just a few minutes ago, when he'd discovered her logged in. Anyway, he was here to help.
"I can fix you right up!"
Feeling Sue step across him, straddling his body. "Show me! Maybe I can fix it next time."
She crouched, head under the level of the desk, peering up his body. He could feel the heat of her bare legs.
"You'll have to get lower to see," he said helpfully. "It's all connected under the back edge of the desk."
Sue responded by sitting on him, now straddling him with her arms as well, scooting her butt up to his crotch, ducking to avoid the desk, face to face.
