It had been a good week business-wise and it looked as though the next week was going to be even better. I had one small contract that I had to review and sign and then I was going home, getting an early start to the weekend. I asked my secretary for the Nickel contract and waited for her to deliver it.
What she delivered was bad news. The Nickel contract wasn't in the files where it should be. It had been checked out and not returned. I failed to see the problem.
"Well, why haven't you gone and fetched it from whoever has it?" I asked. I was surprised that she hadn't already done that without being prompted.
"Because Mrs Jacklyn is the one who had it booked out and she's not in the office. I checked her office and I couldn't see the file."
I was about to ask where Mrs Jacklyn was when I remembered. Right now she would be at the airport preparing to fly interstate for a week's leave. A glance at the clock and I figured she wouldn't be in the air yet. I grabbed my phone and dialled.
"Ah, Brenda, glad I caught you. Ready for your holiday?"
"That I am. If you're calling to cancel you should be prepared for a nasty accident to befall you."
I am always astounded at the lack of respect I get from my devoted staff.
"I wouldn't do that," I assured her. "Just tell me where the Nickel contract is and you can fly away with my blessing."
I could have sworn I heard Brenda say, "Oh, fuck," but I must have been mistaken. The upright Mrs Jacklyn would never use such language.
"Um, the contract is in my briefcase."
"And your briefcase is where?" Not at the airport, I hoped.
"In my office, at home. I didn't bring it to work this morning because I was going straight to the airport come lunchtime."
"Is there anyone home at your place?" Please, please, please!
"Ah, no, but there is a spare key hidden. You'll have to send someone to let themselves in and collect the contract."
She told me where the key was and I wished her a happy holiday. I considered who to send and decided that the best person would be me. I could stop there on the way home, collect the contract, and continue on my way, checking and signing the contract at my leisure. It would still be ready first thing Monday.
I found the key where indicated and let myself in. I'd been at Brenda's place once before and knew where the office was. I strolled down to it and found her briefcase sitting on the desk. I extracted the Nickel contract and all was right with my world. I stepped out of the office and came to an abrupt halt.
Standing in the hallway, looking rather startled, was a lovely young thing. The sun was shining through the window above the door and the sunbeam fell upon this young lady. She was quite a stunning sight, especially dressed the way she was. Or in this particular instance, wasn't, as she wasn't wearing a single stitch.
Dark hair with hazel eyes, a nice bosom that didn't really need the non-existent bra, nice shapely legs that seemed to go on forever, but met very nicely. Her mons clean shaven and her pussy pronounced without being overly large. A very shapely creature indeed.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"More to the point, who are you?" I replied. "This house is supposed to be empty, as in no-one home."
"I'm Brenda Jacklyn," she snapped. "I live here. You haven't told me who you are and what you're doing here."
"Ah, no, you're not," I told her. "I know Brenda and she's ten years older than me whereas you appear to be about ten years younger. Also, I'm quite sure that Brenda wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like that."
"You have something against nudity?" she demanded. "Anyway, I didn't say I was Brenda Jacklyn, Senior. I'm Brenda Jacklyn, Junior. I take it you know my mother? Oh, wait, I know you. I saw a picture of you with her on Facebook. You're her boss."
"Peter Jamison, at your service," I said. "I assure you I have nothing against nudity, depending on who's wearing it. You wear it very well. You still haven't explained why you're here when you're not supposed to be."
She shrugged, which did interesting things, especially to those nice bouncy breasts.
"There was a fire at the Uni," she said. "We all got kicked out for the day. I thought I'd come home and spend a weekend with my mother."
"In that case you should have gone to Miami, because that's where she is. She just left for a week's holiday."
Brenda blinked, looking slightly surprised.
"Well, damn," she grumbled. "I thought that was next month. Ah, well, can't be helped. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I stopped by to pick up a contract that your mother accidentally left in her office," I said, patting the folder under my arm. "Now I have it I'll be on my way."
"OK. Ah, would you like a cup of coffee before you go. Mum would think me rude if I didn't at least offer it."
Your mother would have a fit and a litter of kittens if she saw you standing there talking to me in the nude, I thought.
"Seeing you offer I will have some coffee," I said, smiling happily. I didn't mind chatting to a lovely young lady for a little longer.
Brenda proved quite efficient in the kitchen and we were soon seated at the kitchen table taking our coffee. She seemed complete unaware of her nudity but I can't say the same for myself. She used her hands a lot when talking and her breasts just naturally joined in the waving around, wobbling and bouncing and almost screaming look at us.
I brought her around to talking about her course, asking what she was studying. Law, she told me proudly. She was doing well and expected to graduate with honours. I nodded thoughtfully.
