A big thank you to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping me with the story and finding the edited version after I lost it. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Julie wiped her eyes and looked at the computer screen again. The message had not changed.
No boot device found
She had seen it before, it meant that one of the boffins from IT would have to come up and replace the computer. The last time this had happened the technician had tried to explain exactly what had happened, but had cut his explanation short when he saw her eyes glaze over. He simply said 'It ran out of witchcraft.' She picked up the phone and dialed the help desk number. Julie glanced at the clock; it was two in the morning. She wondered what kind of person worked the overnight shift at the company's help desk. Julie began to replay an episode of The IT Crowd over in her head as she listened to the phone ring. Finally, someone answered.
"Help desk, this is Carol," said a voice that was entirely too cheerful for two in the morning on a Friday.
"Hello, this is Julie, I'm in office 2427, and my computer is broken. It says it won't boot. I'm about to boot it out the window," Julie said aggrievedly. She could have easily stopped working and left, her project was not due for another week, but she didn't have any plans for the weekend and was on a roll. She spun around in the chair and looked at the other reason for working late, the view. The city spread out to the horizon, even at this hour she could see activity. The office she was in was not hers. It belonged to the director of another department, but she had come to an agreement with the office's official occupant. She could use it when he was not there, and he got to fuck her on the mahogany desk when he was there.
Before she could begin to reminisce about being bent over the desk, Carol's voice brought her back to reality, "The last machine to log in from that office is not the computer that is assigned to the dock, it looks like it was computer DX44LPT2, is that correct?"
"Yes," Julie replied, "I'm working on a project with Stan and the research material is in the office, so I brought my laptop in. Is that okay?" She was telling a bit of a fib, there were not materials, Julie just liked being in the corner office. She was confident she would have her own office like this one soon enough.
"Of course, I just need to make sure to put the right image on the drive. I will have a new drive up to you shortly. Is there anything on the old drive that we should try to recover?" Carol said.
"No, everything is on the network," Julie replied. She had learned her lesson after the previous drive failure. All her work files went on the network and any personal items went on an encrypted thumb drive.
"Okay, your case number is RG59234K. Someone will be there soon to install the new drive, is there anything else we can do for you?" Carol replied.
"No, that is all," Julie said and hung up.
She wondered if Carol would bring the drive up herself or if she would send someone even further down the IT chain. Julie tried to imagine what Carol was like. Was she some kind of geek girl? Was she just someone the IT department hired because she was good on the phone but had no idea what she was talking about? The voice sounded young. Julie decided Carol was some kind of computer nerd with pale skin and short, dark hair. She probably had a cute face but wore thick glasses and dressed in the standard uniform of the overnight IT group, shorts, T-shirt, and sandals.
"Hey Ian, can you grab a drive for a Dell e6510," Carol shouted. She was the only person in the phone queue and she was obsessed with not letting anything to go voicemail. She figured that as long as they had an intern she might as well take advantage of him. She watched Ian pull a box off the shelf and verify the part number before handing it to her.
"I don't know why you are giving that to me, I don't need any practice imaging drives. You know how sysprep works, don't you?" she asked. Ian was one of the better-looking interns that had come through, but that bar was low. Until Ian, the interns had come in two varieties, couch potato, and string bean. Ian was a pleasant combination of the two, not too thin and not too thick. He was good looking enough that Carol was tempted to push the limits of the HR policy on dating co-workers.
"Which image does it get?" Ian asked.
Carol glanced back at her computer screen and looked at the audit file of the system that needed the new drive, "It needs an OS, office apps and the investment productivity package. You might have to walk the user through setting up email."
"Is auto discover working?" Ian asked.
"No, it's still fubar because of the new security package," Carol replied. She scribbled on her notepad, then tore off the sheet of paper and handed it to Ian.
"Is this everything I need?" He asked.
"Probably," Carol replied, "you're bright boy, I'm sure you can figure it out."
Ian connected the new drive to the dock and typed in a few commands. While he waited for the files to copy over he grabbed a technical manual on the email system and flipped through it. He wasn't sure whom the drive was for, but the staff that worked this late had little sympathy for incompetence.
"Who is the user?" Ian asked.
"Julie M. Powers, but she is in Stan Carrington's office, not her cube," Carol said. She tapped on her keyboard, "She must like that office, she logs in from there a lot. Mostly at night..."
"Have you met her?" Ian asked, wondering what kind of person he was about to encounter.
"No, she doesn't have much of a ticket history. I guess she doesn't break stuff very often. She sounded nice enough on the phone. Let me pull up her badge picture," Carol said has her fingers flew across the keyboard.
Ian noticed the file copy process had completed. He pulled the drive out of the dock and walked over to Carol's workstation. Just has he arrived a woman's face appeared on the screen. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was very attractive.
"When did we start getting badge pictures from Glamour Shots, every other badge picture looks like a morgue photo and the lady looks like she just stepped of the red carpet? Try not to stare at her" Carol teased. She was a bit annoyed; none of the users she had done work for were even close to being this hot.
"I'll do my best," Ian replied as he walked towards the elevator.
Julie ran her hand over the smooth wood of the desktop. More than once, she would bend over it while Stan's big cock plowed into her pussy, but he had always insisted that she should shut the blinds. Stan called the trysts 'paying the rent' and she had eagerly put down a generous deposit in addition to her monthly obligation. Julie stood up and walked around the desk so she could see out the windows. She leaned over the desk, putting one hand on the black leather pad and the other hand between her legs. Just the thought of fucking with the windows open had her panties soaked. She began to run though her list of fuck buddies, wondering which would be most agreeable to a late night booty call. Julie lowered her body so her tits brushed against the desk and she could smell the leather. Her fingers slipped under the thin material of her panties and plied her labia apart. The project suddenly seemed a lot less important than getting laid.
Ian could not believe the sight in front of him. The user he was assigned to help was bent over the desk in the office and appeared to be masturbating. He knew women masturbated, but other than porn, he had never seen it happen. He was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Quietly, he stepped out of the doorway and walked backwards down the hallway. He was not sure what to do. He was sure walking in to the office was a bad idea. Even if he was wrong and she was doing something innocent, it was impossible to hide the bulge that had appeared in his pants. Finally, he pulled out his phone and called Carol.
"Hey Carol, which office did you say I'm supposed to be going to?" Ian asked.
"Jeez Ian, I said Stan's office. It's number 2236, the twenty two means twenty second floor. Please tell me you are not lost," Carol answered.
"Which building?"
"Building one, the same building you started in," Carol replied, her voice showing her impatience.
"Okay, there it is. Just wanted to be sure I was headed in the right direction," Ian replied. Just as he had hoped, Carol berating him made his erection vanish.
The sound of a voice in the hall interrupted Julie's fantasy. She remembered that IT had sent someone to fix her computer. Julie stood up and straightened her skirt, then walked around the desk and sat down. A few seconds later, a young man appeared in the doorway to the office. He was young, even younger than she expected. He was also much better looking than she expected an IT boffin to be.
"Hello, I'm Ian... from IT. I'm here to replace your drive," he said.
