The walk from the bus stop was horrible and I think I was secretly loving it.
I had a block to go and glancing at my phone I saw I only had around 15 minutes to get there. The sidewalk was fairly crowded and I could feel my breasts swaying even as I tucked my arms to my sides.
When I first got off the bus, I crossed my arm to help hold my bag but after a few minutes just gave up. I could tell from the glances of those walking my way they noticed. The widening eyes, the tight smiles as they refused to look at my face. Each glance fed the burning feeling in my chest, ignited by my little bus gropers. What the hell were they thinking anyway? What would have happened if I didn't have to get off there?
After a few minutes I saw I was at the right building. I reach into my purse, checking the address on my phone and reading the directions. Buzz the intercom the directions said. Fancy, I think, rolling my eyes as I tuck my phone back in the purse. Looking at my reflection in the door window I realize my blouse is still messed up, the bottom buttons undone letting the material flow around me loosely.
"Oh, for God's sake," I mutter, beginning to adjust my shirt as the buzzer rings. Frustrated, I give up, these buzzers don't last long, and slinging my purse I push against the door to step inside.
The interior of the building is nice, modern but not to out there in its layout. There is a desk along the side with a young man behind the counter. He has a cute smile and even does a fairly good job looking at my face.
"Evening Ma'am, who are you here to see tonight?"
"Hi, I'm here to see Dr. Smyth. I think I am a bit late."
"That's ok Ma'am," he said smiling, the eyes finally dropping lower, "Dr. Smyth is expecting you. He is on the second floor; the stairs are right that way."
Leaning forward he indicated a set of stairs off to the side just past the elevators.
"The stairs?" I asked, my tone showing how impressed I was with the idea. Making a point of looking at my heels and back to him I continued, "Do these shoes look like they do stairs?"
The young man smiled apologetically with a slight shrug,
"Sorry ma'am. Elevator is out of service."
"You're kidding right?"
He gave me an awkward smile and the same shrug.
With a heavy sigh I looked at the clock behind the man, already past 6. I hate being late for anything and the last hour has already been a challenge. Leaning against the counter I quickly slip off my heels, giving the man a tight-lipped fuck-you smile I knew I'd feel bad about later, started toward the stairs.
A few minutes later I'm on the second floor and checking the office names. I keep pretty active, burning off stress in the gym or running is my go-to, so the stairs are not exactly a challenge. I'm still not happy with it as I check my phone again and see I'm running late for sure now. Great first impression indeed. My shirt is a mess, my tits are running free and I'm sweaty from my little cardio session. I absolutely hate being late as is, so this is shaping up to be a great session.
Taking a moment to slip my heels back on, grimacing at the feeling as I tug them in place, I click clack down the hall until I see the office number and name I was looking for. Standing in front of the door I take a deep breath again and knock on the door.
I was just about to knock again when the door opened, my hand in the air about to hit again,
"Oh, Hi, Ms Farris"
"Sorry!" I said as I dropped my hand quickly, "Hi, Dr. Smyth."
"Yes, hi please come in. And my name is Mark, please"
"Ok, Mark, Dani."
The Doctor stood to the side as I stepped past, so painfully aware of the mess I looked. Deciding to just go through with it I stepped past with a polite smile, giving the office a quick once over.
My first impression of his office though was a good one. The decor was tasteful and professional without being overboard. The Doctor was an impressive piece too, I had to admit as he stood to the side holding the door open for me.
Nice set up, was the first thought that came to mind. He must have had his wife or a professional design the set up. The desk was offset to the door with chairs and a low coffee table in front of it. Off to the side was the stereotypical couch and I almost laughed out loud. These were real?
I glanced back his way with my usual smirk, catching his eyes snapping back from my blouse. He was good though, not even a twitch that I had caught him peeking. The intense feeling of excitement I had from the bus was gone with the run to get here on time, although I could feel it simmering as I remembered the hands on me not so long ago. Ha! What would he think of that story!
I decided to go for one of the two comfortable looking chairs, placing my bag by the chair I carefully sat, facing the window, as he shut the door.
"Would you care for a coffee Ms. Farris?" Mark asked.
"Sure, that would be great, thank you," I said "Just black is fine."
I turned in the chair as Mark prepared his coffee and came back, carefully setting it on the table between us. Not a bad looking guy, I easily admitted to myself. He had that almost shoulder length dark hair that seemed to be popular again in some of the professional circles. Looked like he tried to work out a couple times a week, although with the long sleeve shirt and tie had a certain aura about him I was finding catching.
"So, thanks for coming Dani," he said taking a seat across from me.
"Thanks for having me," I held his eyes as I took a sip from my cup of the too hot coffee. I was still feeling a bit of frustration from the bus ride, despite the walk, and teasing the doctor was sort of fun as I watched his eyes struggle to focus on my face. Sitting upright I set my cup on the table, leaning back to push my chest forward.
"Right," he said taking a moment. On his desk was a file that he slid over, making a show of flipping through the papers. I leaned back, enjoying his discomfort as I arranged myself. I was still feeling the touch of the strangers from the bus, and the uncomfortable pleasure in the looks people were giving me. It was a odd feeling, knowing they were leering but in the safety of public space realizing I was somewhat safe with the exhibition.
I also realized I was feeling more than a little attracted to the doctor in front of me. It felt like there was a hum of tension in the air as I leaned back, the shirt pulling tight across my chest. I crossed my legs, letting the shoe dangle off the end of my toes. His eyes caught the motion and he paused a moment before speaking.
"So, Ms Farris, Dani," he began. "You were referred from your company for a consultation. You have been with them for several years and I have met all of your associates over that time, but never yourself." He paused in his reading to look up with the sweetest of smiles.
"I usually find other ways to relax," I answered casually.
"And those are not working right now? It mentioned in the referral you were maybe overreacting to some situations lately?"
I blinked for a second, surprised by the rather forthright assessment.
"It's been busy," I replied firmly.
"Yes," he said brushing off my tone, "Everyone is busy, I get that. But if it is affecting your work and home life then you need to step back somewhat."
"Uh-huh," I said annoyed. If he was trying to push my buttons, he was well on the way for it.
