Chapter 1
Sarah woke to the absence of sound, and a stuffy room. After moving the thermostat dial several times, she finally realized the air conditioner wouldn't work. Of all days for it to quit, the weather would be sweltering, and she had an afternoon video conference sales meeting.
She called the building maintenance department and they listened to her complaint, but cautioned her the help may not be for several days because of the covid-19 lockdown. They did, however, suggest that she turns off the air conditioner circuit breaker and reset it. The circuit breaker panel for her condo didn't have the required breaker labeling, so she resorted to cycling all fourteen breakers to no avail.
The coffee finally finished brewing, and she welcomed the caffeine to help her calm down. Switching on the weather channel did nothing but reinforce what she already knew. Today would be boiling hot and humid, maybe a record breaker.
She called back to the maintenance department to see if they had any other suggestions.
"No, miss, that's about all you can try. We will put you on the list for a/c service."
It's hard to believe that people lived here before without air conditioning, she thought. She left a small town in rural Georgia to be here in Jacksonville for a computer sales job. Her six months' probation period was about to be up and now she had to contend with a virus lockdown.
How the fuck am I supposed to sell with an active lock down, she muttered to herself. On the news she heard about companies furloughing employees, she knew it was only a matter of time it would happen to her.
After breakfast she decided to setup her laptop for the conference. She made up a PowerPoint presentation for her sales in the last quarter. It was almost zero and nothing in the last month because of the lockdown. Big fat zero, she kept repeating like a mantra. She focused on listing all the sales calls she made to show at least she was trying.
One of the IT guys showed her how to make an avatar for the conference program. She had chosen Taylor Swift as her online avatar. After all, we were both young, blonde and perky. Her boss thought using avatars let everyone be more casual and lighten up the mood. He particularly enjoyed emulating Shawn Connery as James Bond, he even talked with a butchered Scottish accent.
The only way her old laptop could present an avatar was to use a green screen as a background. The IT guy suggested using two florescent green poster boards behind her a backdrop. The rest of the team had new laptops with better graphics and didn't need a green screen. That's the plight of being a newbie, you get hand-me-down equipment.
The conference call began with everyone checking in, saying their name and their avatar.
"Don
Herkie
, James...James Bond." Said her very handsome boss in his imitation Scottish accent.
"Albert Sweet, Arnold Schwarzenegger." Said Albert the top sales guy in a fake German accent
"Joe Ruiter, Chris Pratt."
"Carl Jenkins, Jim Parsons."
"Sarah Roberts, Taylor Swift." Saying as she checked in.
Don began with how he appreciated how we were all handling the lockdown and continuing to work from home. He gave us facts and figures about the company, needless to say it wasn't great news.
Albert started his presentation telling how even though things we locked down, he secured a new order from his top client. Not earthshaking, all he did was milk one big client for sales every quarter like clockwork. He almost broke his arm patting himself on the back.
Joe also had some sales and went on a long diatribe about the difficulty his clients were having with the business slowdown.
During his long-winded presentation, the perspiration dripped down Sarah's face until she couldn't take it anymore. Needing to keep cool, she removed her soaked blouse and bra since she felt confident no one could see her. Joe was still talking when she clicked the ceiling fan remote for high speed, breathing a sigh of relief as the almost cool breeze blew across her chest.
Using a face towel to wipe her perspiration covered breasts and chest, the rubbing of the towel across her nipples sent a shock wave through her as they perked up. She took one nipple and rubbed it between her fingers, slightly pulling it out as she had done so many times. Just then the video went out, she could still hear Joe as he finally finished, but she could see was a blank laptop screen.
Damn, what a time for the laptop to give up, she tried wiggling touch pad and a few keys thinking the laptop went to sleep.
"Miss Roberts,... um... Sarah... are you having a problem?" asked her boss.
"Sort of...my screen went blank, but I can hear."
"Well, let's continue on... Carl your up next, let's get it on."
Carl droned on with lots of statistics and mumbo jumbo, but bottom line he had only a few sales in the last quarter. The boss told him how he had to beat the bushes and drum up more sales, going into a long-winded story of his prior sales days. While he was talking Sarah unconsciously played with her nipples. Her pussy was wet and very lubricated. Her fingers slipped in easily and her breathing was getting heavy, she needed to cum.
"Sarah, you ok? You sound out of breath."
"No sir, I'm ok it's just hot here."
"Ok Sarah, let's have your report."
Sarah went to do her PowerPoint, but nothing displayed on her screen.
"Er...Don my laptop doesn't seem to work, I can't see any video." Said Sarah sounding very frustrated.
"Sarah, just give us the figures and you can email me your report later."
She gave her report brief as it was, it's hard to make zero look positive. She always hated to give excuses, she always made her quota. She just gave in and used the virus excuse and ended with she would do better once the lockdown was over.
"Anything else... if not, meeting adjourned. Sarah, stay on the call, I want to talk to you."
Oh, shit here it comes. The layoff speech, she thought.
Suddenly her laptop screen came to life as if by magic.
"Sarah, First I want you to know I will not report you to HR, so you can relax."
"Report me to HR?"
"I don't know if you thought it would be funny to flash us all during a business call. I had to cut off your video so the rest of the team couldn't see you."
Sarah looked down at the bottom right of the screen and saw what her camera was sending out. She was topless. Her immediate reaction was to cover her tits up from view with the small towel.
"No need to cover up now, I have been watching you play with your tits for the better part of the meeting after your green screen fell over."
Sarah turned to look behind her and the green poster board had fallen over. The ceiling fan must have blown it over and masked the sound.
Oh, shit she thought, not only am I going to get fired, but have a sexual complaint in my personnel file. She knew that would not only put her out of work, but cripple her future employment chances.
"Don...Mr. Herkie...I'm sorry...it's hot here and I have no air conditioning...that's why I removed my top. I...I...didn't know anyone could see me."
"Does pulling your nipples help you cool down?"
"No...I...I...err," saying while trying to stifle crying.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Sarah!"
