Those three little words were all that were on the folded paper inside the business envelope sitting on her desk by the flat screen monitor. Mia had swept into her office that Friday morning going ninety miles an hour at least, and her mind was multi-tasking on about twelve different projects at the same time.
So, the envelope had sat there for most of the morning without her thinking about it or why it might be there. Once Mia had slowed down and had her thoughts in cruise control, she absent mindedly picked it up, opened and read it.
"Huh, how strange." she thought.
Starting to rip it in half and toss it in her circular file (though her trash can was oval), she had instead put it back in the envelope and sat it by her monitor. It briefly crossed her mind throughout the day, and she worked up several short, snippy replies to the three little words in the middle of a plain white sheet of paper. As a last minute item before leaving, she pulled it back out and scrawled across the paper "So do I" and stuffed it back in the envelope.
Noticing Monday morning that the envelope seemed a little fatter than it had the previously, she still didn't open or look at it until after ten thirty. While taking a breather when Kelly (her office rival) was in talking about some mundane thing, she had opened it again.
Gasping and using her very best poker face, she had cut Kelly short and got her out of her office.
Inside the envelope was a new sheet of paper with the words " LIKE THESE " and four pictures of her either pulling on a nipple or rubbing herself inside her panties. From the different clothes she had on in the pictures, she knew that these were taken on different days and at different times. But her face was unmistakable in the photos, and her hand was either on a nipple or massaging her pussy.
Quickly glancing around the room to make sure no one was there, but her...she then got up and gave the whole place a thorough scan to see where a camera might be hidden. On her hands and knees, she checked under her desk and moved her briefcase and trash can to see if anything was concealed behind them. Exasperated and still a bit shaken, she had sat down again to closely go back over the note and pictures.
Various people (the Techs and other support reps) came by her office to discuss different projects and problems, but her mind was shot for the rest of the day. Finally, with her nerves about frazzled to the max, she had put the pictures at the back of her briefcase, and had written on the note "What do you want??"
Looking around one last time, she had left for the day and gone home to worry all night about how this happened to her.
She had never dressed overly provocative, but stylish and showing her best assets off to her utmost advantage. Tall, blonde, and a full, creamy set of 36DDs, she still had a super sharp mind and could match the best in the IT field. Accidental exposures of her lush body had happened, but she didn't dress to flaunt or show everything to everybody.
Whereas, her rival, Kelly would dress on the very edge of showing her nipples and pussy; she had never gone beyond business chic.
She felt that a hint sometimes was more than enough, and didn't see sticking in anyone face was necessary or right.
Overhearing conversations among the Techs and support guys, Mia had picked up that they thought of her and Kelly as the Goddesses of the entire company. After they discussed Sand, the Oracle Grid, and whatever corner of the computer world they were in...then, they would get around to baseball, cars, or women.
Women, in particular, being her and Kelly.
Kelly had come to work at various times in super short skirts, and even sheer blouses without a bra. Although this had caused a stir, not to mention a few hard-ons, Kelly had gotten away with it as she was very slim, brunette and barely a 34B. Views of her nipples were enough though to keep the Techs sniffing around her all day long.
Mia had always worn a bra, even though she wore sheer, lacy demi-cup bras that frequent let her nipples pop over the top of the cups. Still, she kept her jacket or suit coats on and never just stuck her nipples out for full viewing.
From bits and pieces of the Techs conversations (when they didn't know she was listening in), she also knew her and Kelly's nicknames among the Techs. Kelly was known as "Miss Nips" and she was referred to as "THE FEAST". Several had said that they thought she was like an All-You-Can-Eat gourmet buffet, and they would love to dine all over her for months, if not forever. A few even stated they would be more than happy just to sup at her founts for as long as she would let them.
Giving up the least iota of control was against everything she could even think of, but still this was beyond her sphere of influence, and could damage her personally and professionally. Along with accidental exposures, she had flashed once in a while, and found it thrilling to show her full, firm breasts, nice perky nipples, and juicy pink pussy to strangers.
However, this was something totally different as this had to be someone who knew her, where she worked, a whole lot about her body, and her frequent nipple pulling, and pussy massage practices.
Getting to work a little early the next day, she could hardly restrain herself from ripping the envelope open to see what it was going to cost her to resolve this unexpected turn of events. Carefully and slowly she eased the sheet of paper from the envelope, then just sat and starred at the words "Visions (and possibly a taste) of your loveliness" on the page. Turning the paper over, and even looking at the edges of it, she looked for a further explanation.
"This is a game someone is trying to play on me." She thought. "Well, bring it on...as this is no Bimbo you're messing with."
Mia loved a good challenge and could play games with the very best of whomever. After lunch and several meetings, she had stopped by her office before leaving for the day, and found an envelope sitting in the middle of her desk, not by the monitor where she knew she had left it. Glancing around to see if anyone was nearby, she started to set it by the monitor, but decided to check it before leaving. "NO panties tomorrow, only lacy top hose" were the new words on the paper.
"Now, the game begins in earnest." She muttered to herself.
Pulling on her nipples almost all the drive home, she hadn't given a thought to other drivers seeing what she was doing. It was almost a reflex action, and she had occasionally had to stop herself from her nipple stimulation, or pussy massage before it became a constant habit.
Several times before, she had briefly thought that if she didn't stop pulling and rolling her nipples so much, they would get over an inch long and almost impossible to get into a bra. But both the nipple work outs and pussy massages were ingrained in her from puberty, and besides, they felt SO GOOD.
Without really thinking the next morning, Mia had dressed for work and put on her sheer black bra that almost never kept her nipples covered. She had slipped on the matching sheer black thong, pulled it tightly onto her clean shaven pussy causing her lips to budge out. It showed her slit off very nicely with the pink visible through the sheer silky material. Smoothing down her tight blue pin striped suit top and short skirt, she was more than ready for whatever the day might bring her way...she thought.
High Heels clacking down the hallway, she had strode to her office and was disappointed that no envelope was waiting on her desk. "What a coward" passed through her mind, as she began to handle all the different, varied items that were her domain. Nothing had appeared on her desk, though she had had a ultra busy and almost frantic day. Leaned back, relaxing in her chair for a moment or two before leaving, she realized another envelope was sitting at the front of her screen.
"AH, HA, Let's see what's new for today." Mia exclaimed to herself.
Stunned and in complete shock, she sat and starred at the words, "BAD GIRL", and pictures of her standing nude, offering her breasts to unseen persons beyond a window. Two other pictures showed her sitting outside on a balcony rubbing her pussy while pulling on her nipples at the same time.
Once the fog and haze had cleared her mind, she quickly stuffed everything in her briefcase, and left to find a quiet secluded place to analyze what was happening to her. "This is a much, much better player than I thought" she mused as she sipped her wine.
She had wanted to have her office swept by the security staff (she knew the Security Chief), but now realized that this went beyond her office. The latest pictures had been taken when she was traveling on business and staying a Marriott and a Wyndham hotel.
Having grossly underestimated her opponent made her want to carefully look over all angles and aspects. There was no threat in any of the messages, maybe an implied one, but nothing the least bit overt in that respect. As yet, nothing had been asked of her that would be risky or dangerous in any way. But, somehow, this person knew when she hadn't complied with what they had asked.
Resolving to be a bit more compliant with whatever was asked of her, she kept in the back of her mind that she could still win by seeming to be a submissive player until she found the right opportunity to pounce.
Surprised at the refreshing, peaceful night sleep, she had chosen to dress in a manner she thought would get her opponent off guard. Beige linen skirt and jacket with an ultra sheer nude color bra that at glance seem to be only seams and nothing else, and a very, very sheer white blouse.
Definitely no panties, but white, lacy top silky hose that would stay up by themselves, and she was ready to rumble.
More than pleased with herself, she had had a great morning and was looking forward to an all afternoon meeting on some new projects they were considering. Rounding the corner of the break room, she ran into a Tech as he was turning from the microwave. Of all idiotic things, he had a sausage dog with mustard and got it all on the left side of her suit coat.
