It was an ordinary day. At least it started that way. I went to work, 38th floor, and settled into my office. I am the Director of Human Resources for a computer firm in a large southern city.
My secretary, Robin, came in and gave me a run down on meetings and problems I needed to look at. I had some phone calls to make and a meeting at 10:00 and then one at 11:30 with my staff. I had skipped breakfast, so by the time I walked into the conference room my stomach was mildly rumbling. As I was assigning some projects and discussing details, my stomach growled audibly. Two of the girls giggled. I realized that this would be a fairly long meeting, so I asked the staff if they would mind moving the meeting and making it a lunch meeting. No problem, they were all eager to work over lunch.
A little about my staff. There are 3 girls under me, Robin making the 4th. Angie is my benefits administrator, 32, 5' 8, with long curly brown hair, and probably DD tits. She is in great shape, and has an extraordinarily womanly shape. She is a big girl, but not an inch of fat on her, just incredible curves. Annie, the Policy and Procedures gal, is 29, about 5'7, and generally dressed like a librarian, glasses included, black hair with curls she tries to keep under control. She is slender, but has a nice bod, with C cups, that her usual conservative mode of dress can't disguise. She is smart and never one to waste words, direct and delicious. Camille, 24, is my Recruiting Specialist with red hair, D cups, a fitness nut and the most luscious lips I ever saw. I wanted them wrapped around my dick. She is smart and vivacious, laughing constantly. Robin, my secretary is 44, only 5'3, dark hair and a Mediterranean coloring. Probably B size tits, very petite, and a bundle of energy. I am a lucky man.
Anyhow, we finished up any work that required laptops or paper, and headed to the elevators to go have lunch. The elevator we got on was in the middle of being renovated. This was the last elevator to undergo the process. The walls were hung with some kind of mats that looked like movers use to wrap furniture. A small bulb provided the illumination, the ceiling was mostly gone. We hit the lobby and left the building and headed to a Chinese restaurant down the block. Lunch was good, and we got all business discussions out of the way quickly. The girls engaged in small talk, all single, it seemed to always touch on or come back to boyfriends. Camille got them started asking me the "man's point of view" and time passed quickly. When they inquired into my dating life, I got the check and got us going.
Back on the same elevator, we were the only occupants after the 17th floor. Without warning there was a lurch, and the elevator stopped. I had no idea where we were. The girls were chatting nervously as we waited for it to start back up. Again they inquired into my dating life. To keep them occupied, I indulged them a bit, just making small talk. After about 15 minutes, the questions started getting personal. Was I a leg man, breast man, ass man. What size breasts did I prefer, positions etc. I nixed the discussion right there as I am their boss and to me we were friendly and I enjoyed their company, but I needed to maintain a little decorum. I evaded the questions, and finally decided to try the phone, to find out the situation as it had been too long.
