I cheerily 'waved off' the Fire Brigade, eased the sticky material away from my crotch and set off back to my office. I was eager get back on the job and get my lips and tongue back to work kissing and lapping the contents of a certain lacy, black bra that was waiting patiently for me back in my office. I first went to the staffroom to get my 'emergency' clothes. I was very much looking forward to Judith soiling that outfit too...In the quiet of the changing area I put my starchy new kit on. As I reached my office A familiar 'Hi Mum!' reached my ears. It was Maxine, (Max) my youngest daughter, what was she doing here?? The tearful look on her face told me all was not well with her as her arms folded round me, and she began blubbering into my chest. Without thinking I took out my key, pushed open the door and led my sobbing daughter into my rather hot office.
For just a moment I froze as a partly dressed young girl shot noiselessly past us, heading somewhere behind me. The smell of female juices filled the air, but Max seemed too busy blubbering to notice the smell or see the tight bottom covered by stained knickers slip by her and dive into the large stationery cupboard. Unbelievably I regained my composure very quickly and I gently settled my trembling daughter into my recently vacated office chair. Max told me of her 'Horrible morning' as she failed to get the job that she'd secretly been interviewed for. The local bank had advertised a post, but apparently the manager had hinted that her 'overall appearance' was the main reason why she hadn't got the job.
I felt really sorry for her, it's hard just ten days after your eighteenth birthday, to be rejected in such a way. I know that I was her mother, but Max was stunningly pretty, if a little on the 'thin' side. I truly STILL believe that Max will be a 'total-stunner' when fully developed,. she had a little more growing to do. She was always nicely turned out as far as I was concerned with as many of the latest fashions items that I could afford. She didn't use make up, but she had the sort of complexion that didn't really need it. Maxine was beautiful in my eyes, and I could feel the motherly tears welling in my eyes as she sobbed in my arms. I tried so hard to find the right comforting words, but I somehow couldn't find them... I began to feel useless...when my intercom spat into life again...
It was Val again this time informing me that Area Manager Marcia Douglas was here wanting details of the fire inspection...Again my brain went to jelly...I couldn't put the A.M. off... but what about Max?? At that moment a cheery voice rang from the stationery cupboard 'I can't find the spare trousers Mrs Holland, I could nip home and get some of fresh ones!!' Inspiration leapt into my head, and I heard my authoratative voice calling 'Yes Judith, that will be fine.....Oh yes could you take my daughter home for me, she's had a bit of bad news and she's a bit upset..?... ' Drop Max off, then pop home', was my management instruction.' A cheery face appeared in the cupboard entrance, pulling MY squash shorts over her wet knickers. With a wicked grin on her face she agreed to my request as she finished fastening the shorts up.