"Excuse me, Sarah, could you ask Annie to come into my office?" I spoke into my intercom to my secretary.
"Yes ma'am," she answered.
As I waited for Annie, my mind drifted off. I always was one of the more attractive people in my office At 5'9 and 135 pounds, I was very fit. I have long blond hair that I keep curled and pulled into a low side pony tail. I have deep green eyes, not that anyone ever notices them because of my chest that I was some how unable to hide, even in the dullest gray suits. But Annie... oh wow, Annie was beautiful. Tall, slender and she was definitely not afraid to hide her body. She had long red hair cascading down her back to the top of her perfectly shaped ass. That moved with ever step she took in the 4 inch heels she impractically wore every day. She never wore a camisole under her suit jacket, but instead chose to wear bright colored lace bras that peaked under the black or gray suit; which was exactly why she was being called into my office.
A knock at the door interrupted my day dream and I looked up to see Annie standing in the door way, looking as hot as ever. I adjusted myself and cleared my throat, praying it wasn't obvious how intently I had stared at her.
"Annie, we need to discuss some things, so come in and shut the door." I spoke, trying to sound authoritative.
"Yes ma'am." She said this as she smiled coyly and I knew instantly she knew what I had been thinking.
As she sat down, I noticed the teal green lace against her crisp bronze skin. Oh wow, I thought. Her breasts heaved as she breathed in.
"It's, uh, about your wardrobe," I choked out. "There have been some complaints about the fact that you are not in compliance with company dress code." She took this opportunity to cross her long tanned legs and I saw a peak of teal green panties that matched the bra under her suit jacket.
"I'm sorry, Stacy. I didn't know it bothered anyone. I can certainly tell you enjoy it," Annie said as she slid her hand down her suit lapel and stopping on her lace trimmed heaving breast.