My name is Jenn Brite, I'm a Housekeeping Manager at Mt. Sin Hospital in New York City, and I'm gay. The person I report to is Marisol Ramirez. Mari is a 40ish Hispanic woman who claims to be straight; she's married to a man named Bob, but recently has been flirting with me shamelessly. All of this is in private of course.
The other day I was wearing a fairly low cut blouse under a jacket. We were putting the finishing touches on a project that I was delivering to hospital Administration in two days. Since the door was closed, the heat was on and there are no windows in her office, I took the jacket off. You should have seen her eyes widen when I sat in front of her again.
Since we were working late she asked me if I wanted a drink. I said "Sure". She asked me to get two cokes and ice cubes out of the refrig. There was a mirror in on the wall behind the refrig, she knew it and I knew it. I would normally bend at the knee to bend to get the cans out of the refrig, but I wanted to see her reaction when I bent over. As I expected her eyes were fixed on my cleavage.
Mari got two glasses out and then reached into her desk drawer and took out a bottle of Southern Comfort 100 Proof. She lifted the bottle, implying she was asking if I cared to partake, I said, "Hell Yes". She poured two fingers into my glass and then hers. I poured the soda and ice into the glasses. I got up and reached across the desk to hand her the glass, giving her a good look down my blouse. I've been told that my 36DD's are spectacular to behold, and based on Mari's reaction, she agreed.
It was apparent that the work on our project was over for the day. We sat there talking about administration. As we talked I placed the cold glass in my cleavage commenting on how hot it was in the office. Mari suddenly excused herself to use the bathroom. I figured that I had about 5 minutes so I reached behind myself and unsnapped the hook to my bra. I then pulled my left arm through my sleeve. Sliding my hand into my blouse I slid the bra strap over my shoulder and off my arm. I threaded my left arm back into the sleeve. Reaching into the blouse to my right shoulder I slipped the strap down and over my elbow. Opening the button at the sleeve, I reach up to the elbow fished for the strap and pulled the bra out. I put my bra into my purse that was on the floor at my feet. When I finished with that I took out my cell phone and activated the video cam and secured the phone on a shelf behind some items with the cam facing her desk. I had just sat down and refilled my drink and Mari's and place a small amount of GHB. When Mari returned to the office, I was buttoning the button on my right sleeve.
As an aside, I got the GHB from a male pharmaceutical representative, who wanted $50. $40 if he could see my tits. I told him I would let him see and touch my tits but the cost would be $20. He thought about it and agreed. Men are so easy.
When Mari sat at her desk and looked at me I heard her gasp. You see the material of my blouse was a light tan and my areolas are dark and now visible and very noticeable through the material. I have half dollar size areola with the now very hard nipples dead center of the areola.
"You need to catch up!" I said pointing to her glass. She downed the drink and made herself another one.
"If you're that warm, you could take off you blouse too! We're both women and I wouldn't mind." said Mari with a big smile.
