Monday came and went without any sign of Catherine Campbell, wife of...John Campbell? I didn't know his name and didn't care. She'd apparently come to work on Saturday because the cart she'd left in the room we'd shared was gone. I spent the day working my ass off, telling myself she'd only moved ahead and I'd catch up to her. But I was wrong and she was nowhere to be seen.
Tuesday started off the same, but shortly after hauling all my tools up to the 20th floor my phone started ringing. I was caught off guard when the caller ID said it was Matt, our project manager. Id only met him once and he seemed like a prick. What the hell did he want?
"This is Taylor," I answered.
"I need you across the street at the offices, someone called and said they're having issues with their power. You've been requested." He ordered.
"I'll be right over," I started to say but he'd already hung up. What a dick. And who the hell requested me for troubleshooting? Whatever, easy money right?
Snatching up my tool bag I huffed it on over to the elevators, down 20 stories, and across the busy San Jose street to the job offices which were In the basement portion of the neighboring high rise. I'd avoided the offices up until now, I couldn't stand "Shinys" as we called them. Stupivisors with their clip boards, suits, and shiny hard hats telling everyone what to do without breaking a sweat. At first I'd figured Catherine was no different...but she proved otherwise. She'd definitely broken a sweat!
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs I was greeted by a empty hallway with doors and large, tall windows lining both sides. Each looking into a different office. I stopped at the first open door and knocked lightly on the doorframe. A good looking brunette woman sitting at the desk looked up and smiled.
"I'm here to fix an electrical problem?" I announced.
"Oh yeah, I think that was Cathy, she's about 3 doors down." She said with a wink, eyeing me from the bottom up. I noticed, but only slightly as my heart was currently skipping beats at the mentioning of someone named Cathy.
"Oh...uh...okay, thanks." I stammered back, retreating from the doorway. Sure enough, three doors down sat Catherine, alone at her desk, quietly tying away at her computer.
"I'm told you need assistance?" I asked, trying to sound professional. I could feel my face turning red as my eyes moved from her face down to her cleavage. Her massive rack was being held in by a tight pink blouse and the buttons looked ready to pop. She looked stressed at first but her expression changed when she saw me.
"There you are sparky," She said with an evil grin, pushing herself back from the desk in her rolling chair. She stood while playing with her hair. "Are you here to get me turned on?" She said in a sultry voice that sent shivers down my spine. She had on a black knee-length pencil skirt with matching stiletto heels. The tops of her black stockings were just visible and he could make out the straps of her garter belt through the fabric.
I could only nod as she laughed and moved around the desk toward me, her fingers brushing along my upper arm as she moved past me to get a look down the hall. Grinning, she quietly swung the door closed, locked it, and turned to face me, now cornered In her office. My eyes looked cautiously to the large window into the hallway.
"They won't see anything, but hurry" she whispered, taking my hand and leading me over to her desk. "My desk light won't turn on and I just can't figure out why" she said in an innocent voice, twirling a lock of golden hair around in her fingers. I'd seen enough pornos to know where this was headed.
"Let me see what the problem is," I said, getting on my hands and knees. I crawled my way under her desk to the mess of wires stuffed in the back and found one unplugged. After plugging that in, I turned on my knees and looked back.
"Try it now," I said.
"Okay!" She laughed, taking a seat in her chair and scooting forward until her legs were inches from my face, together at the knees.
"It works! Oh my, I forgot how hot this lamp gets me!" she said playfully.
"Are you sure its the lamp?" I said quietly from below as I trailed a finger up her leg from her heel to the top of her stocking. Her skirt had ridden up when she sat, exposing thighs and garter straps. I could hear her inhale softly as my hands pushed her legs apart, pushing her skirt even higher until I could make out the black shape of her thong. Scooting forward, I kissed her inner leg, drawing a gasp from her as her legs spread further apart.
"Mmmm... baby I missed you," she moaned and wiggled in her chair, using her hands to hike her skirt up further and exposing her panties. I alternated kisses up the inside of her thighs, using my tongue to trace a path as I worked my way closer to the prize. Her body twitched as my finger brushed against the fabric of her soaked panties. This brought a grin to my face and I planted a kiss right on her mound, making her twitch again and cry out.
"Oh fuck! Baby!" She gasped. You're gonna make me cum without even...shit. God damnit!" Her tone suddenly changed to anger and a knock at the door explained why.
"One second!" She called out, shoving me back and yanking her skirt back down before rolling her chair out and standing up. Still under the desk I watched her legs disappear and heard the her door unlock.
