You are sitting at the desk in your office. It is a Friday evening and the time is fast approaching 5 o'clock. You have some work to complete for your manager, to be on his desk first thing on Monday morning - a very demanding person is your boss! A colleague pops her head around the door.
"Have you got much more work to finish hun?" she asks.
"I will be done in about half an hour," you reply.
"I would stay on and give you a hand but hubby is taking me out tonight."
"That's okay, I should crack it soon."
"Oh, by the way the photocopier engineer has just rung. He has been held up in traffic. Should be here in ten minutes or so. Can you show him where it is and leave him to it? The security guard can let him out should you leave before he has finished."
"Okay," you reply.
"Cool, gotta shoot, see you on Monday," she says as she turns to leave.
"Okay. Have a good weekend, see ya."
She leaves the room and you hear her bid farewell to her fellow workers, as she departs the building.
You get your head down to complete your work. A few minutes pass and there is a knock at the door.
"Hiya! I'm Richard, I've come to sort the copier out. Can you show me where it is?"
You look up from your desk to observe me standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of red overalls.
"Just down the hall, second door on the left. Give me a mo and I will be with you."
I turn down the hall as instructed. Finding the door, I open it and fumble for the light switch. The fluorescent tube fires up and reveals a large floor-standing copier, which stands alone in the room apart from a small stack of shelves holding stationery.
I flick off the power to the machine and open my tool box. I then undo the front panel to try to see what the problem could be. The office had only given me the outline facts.
"You okay, mate?" you say as you stand in the doorway.
"Call me Richard," I reply. "Do know what the problem is? The report from the office was pretty vague."
"No idea really. I was just asked to look after you and leave you to it."
"Okay, won't be a mo if you are waiting to go home."
"No problem, I have a few things to clear up before I can get away," you reply. "I think there is some coffee left in my machine if you would like one. It will only get chucked out otherwise."
"Love one, I am parched. Two sugars if you have any or sweeteners if you haven't."
"Don't need any, I am sweet enough already!" you reply with a wry smile.
I grin in return and you turn to leave. I watch your ass as you leave the room, imagining getting my hands on those fine buttocks.
I return to the copier to check some components inside. You appear at the door, cup in hand.
"Richard, where would you like it?"
"Now that's a leading question but if you're talking about the coffee, stick it up there on the shelf."
"How long have you had this machine, babe?" I continue.
"It was here when I arrived a couple of years ago," you reply.
"I bet it has seen some action at Christmas parties, eh?"
"Don't know about that; I have certainly never used it for anything other than work," you say.
"Not even a quick pic of your butt for your boyfriend?"
"I am a married woman," you exclaim.
"I will need to do a test print; fancy hopping up there and doing a copy for hubby, make his night it would!"
"Okay, anything to please you."
"Just remember that hubby will be pleased as well," I reply, as I click the front panel shut.
You hitch up your skirt exposing a thong beneath. I help you up on to the machine. You pull your skirt up a little further and sit down on the cold glass. This makes you wince and fall slightly forward. I reach out to stop you falling further forward.
"Steady! Are you falling for me?"
