Gail hated to go to work anymore, every day was very stressful. Ever since the company had gone public on the stock exchange. You never knew if it would be your last day, with all the cut backs that happened every week. It had been a bad year for her. One of the reasons was her husband of 15 years had left for a younger female. It seems the wave of the future because the company she worked for was weeding out all the older employees for younger people that would work for less money. At the beginning of the year she worked with four very close friends that were her age and they had been laid off two weeks ago.
“Oh fuck it!”
Gail tossed the long skirt back into the closet and grabbed a skirt that would be about mid thighs.
“If those young girls were able to keep their jobs showing more skin. Well I will show more also.”
Since her husband had left, she started going to the gym on a regular basis. When she first started working out, it seems like she was a ghost since none of the men working out even noticed her. However she had noticed more glances her way latly, now that she was thirty pounds lighter. Her attire at the gym had also changed. No more baggy sweat outfits for her. She was very comfortable in the tight tops and form fitting shorts. A firm younger looking body now stared back at her in the mirror. Her dress size had gone from a thirteen to a size four. Some of her friends had even thought she had a breast augmentation.
She looked into the mirror. “Yes now this skirt does look better but I think thigh high stockings might even help.” She giggled.
As Gail walked to her desk, she noticed Steve giving her body a good look from top to bottom. Steve was one of the new younger executives that was in charge of their department. As she sat at her desk, she noticed his eyes on the black stockings. She smiled to herself and crossed her legs, allowing just a glimpse of the dark band on the tops of her thigh highs. She removed her jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, glancing down to check the third button that she forgot to button on purpose. Just a hint of the black bra could be seen, that is if you made it past the cleavage.
Just a couple of minutes before noon, Steve walked up.
“Gail may. I see you in my office, please?”
“Sir, it is my lunch hour.”
“I think this is more important than lunch, Gail.”