Friday: Finally the Weeend's Here

"Oh shit!" I shouted. "I'm so sorry Frank! Here. Let me help you up." I offered him a hand, and just as he grabbed it to pull himself up off the floor, I remembered that I wasn't wearing a top and my "girls" were on full display.

Once he had his feet under him, I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my back to him. Luckily, I still had my skirt on or he probably would have seen my bright red behind too. "I'm so sorry Frank! I can explain this. Really!"

"No need" He replied. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm sure there's a perfectly, reasonable explanation why you'd be running round the parking garage half naked, and I'd love to hear it sometime, maybe over drinks some night after work, but I really need to get going. It's my weekend to have the kids and I can't be late. My wife will have my balls in a vice if I'm more than 5 minutes late. She probably has a date with her boss or some other bigwig from work."

"Oh thank you Frank! Umm. I don't suppose you'd let me borrow your suit jacket, would you? I'll get it back to you on Monday."

"Sorry. I would if could, but I can't. My ex insist I take the kids to Church on Sundays and my other suits are at the cleaners. I need this one.

Tell you what though. Keep your back to me, put your arms down and trust me. I'm going to have to unzip your skirt, but trust me."

I hesitated but did as he said. I didn't really have much choice. I felt fingers on the waist of my skirt then felt his other hand pull the zipper down about half way. He pulled my skirt up, stopping once to unzip it a little more, then pulling it up over my chest. He then pulled the zipper back up as far as it would go. My upper body is much broader than my waist so it couldn't close all the way.

I looked down. There was still an awful lot of cleavage showing but I've worn lower cut tops out clubbing in the past. The bottom hem came to just below the level that would get me arrested if I wore it on the street.

"Thank you Frank. I really owe you one." As soon as I said that, I had a feeling it was going to come back to haunt me someday. "Um...Can we keep this between us? I'd rather the whole office didn't know about it."

"Sure. Mum's the word. I'll just add it to your tab."

With that, he was gone. Off to pick up his kids from his ex's house. Probably thinking of ways he'd have me pay off my "tab".

I made it back to my car with relative ease. I popped the trunk with the remote and grabbed my jacket and purse. I slipped between cars and quickly pulled by skirt down where it belonged and put the jacket on. Anyone paying attention would figure out that I wasn't wearing anything under the jacket, but right then I just wanted to get the Hell out of there.

As I approached the exit I expected the bar to go up and let me out. When it didn't, I rolled up to the guard shack. The guard, a man in his late 50's, early 60's came out and motioned for me to roll down the window. He said "Sorry to keep you ma'am but I thought there's something you need to know before you leave for the weekend."

I thought he was going to tell me there was going to be some building maintenance over the week-end or maybe some rate increase. Instead he leaned over til his face was even with my window.

"I just thought you might want to know that because of the constant vandalism to the security cameras, the management had some installed that aren't as easily spotted as the ones you tried to avoid. Don't worry though. I'll delete the video file when my shift is over, but to be honest with you, I'll probably keep a copy for myself. You have a nice weekend now."

He walked back to the shack, hit the button that raised the bar and I drove out. Shit! Shit! Shit! Well, at least it was the start of the weekend. Things could only get better. Right?