"Miss? I just wanted to remind you that you have that meeting with the rep from the new sanitary service company to look over their contract. It's at two today."
"Yes I know. Thanks. Get back to the itinerary for Ms. Graystone's New York trip please."
"Of course."
As her assistant trotted out of her office and back to her cubicle, Beth leaned back into her comfy swivel chair and indulged herself in closing her eyes and breathing for a moment. It had already been another long day in another long week. But at least it was Thursday, meaning the weekend, and the small modicum of free time it provided, was in sight.
The lovely woman smirked to herself as she recalled her assistant's words. "Sanitary service company." Janitors. That's what they were. Just janitors. There to clean the bathrooms and sweep the floors. Beth had landed an entry level job working for the corporate side of a major fashion company right out of college. In the five years since she had risen steadily up to the position of deputy chief financial officer. A title which apparently made her qualified to formally represent the company, but only when meeting with the new janitors they were contracting with to clean their office building.
Beth brushed a stray lock of her long blonde hair out of her face and resumed her position in front of her desktop. She clicked into the human resources portal and pulled up the conference room reservation page. She had spent all week analyzing the numbers from last quarter to make sure that her boss, Ashley Graystone, the company's chief financial officer, had everything she needed for the shareholders meeting in New York that weekend. In the frenzy to make sure everything was perfect, Beth had completely forgotten about the meeting with the new janitors.
She pursed her soft full lips together as she considered which conference room to reserve for the meeting. She considered the huge conference room, usually used for group meetings of the higher ups, as it was open that day, but then decided that was overkill for a meeting with a rep from the cleaning services. Instead, she reserved a much smaller conference room that was on the same floor as her office. She figured this room would send the message that the company was happy to meet with them, but that they were little more than a blip on their radar. Plus, this conference room had a floor to ceiling window with a lovely view of downtown that Beth had always appreciated.
Beth mused to herself. If she had remembered that she had this meeting today, she may have chosen a different outfit. To avoid too much attention being paid to her body and not her work, Beth had taken to wearing hyper conservative outfits in the office, trying to hide her curves. Today though, she had sprung for a tan skirt and a purple button up shirt. Hardly a racy outfit, but more casual and revealing then her normal get up.
Beth was about average height for a woman, a shade below five and half feet tall. But, since she was a teenager, she had been blessed with a deliciously voluptuous body. Her cute tiny feet led up to smooth calves which became soft thick thighs that blended into her pert ass and baby making hips. And, of course, her boobs were spectacular. Lovely, milky, white orbs, too big for most double D bras, that rested proudly on her chest with only slight sag. Combined with her pretty heart-shaped face, dark brown eyes and long blonde hair, she was a total knockout.
Beth had more than her fair share of encounters with people who either failed to take her seriously, or underestimated her ability, due to her sex appeal. Which is why part of her wished she had gone with her most plain, professional, gray pantsuit for her meeting today. Oh well, she'd just have to knock this rep around a little bit during the meeting to show him she means business.
It was almost two so Beth grabbed the contract that her assistant had placed on her desk and began leisurely strolling to the conference room she had selected. To her amusement, several interns and lower level staff lowered their heads and scurried away as she passed. Beth knew it wasn't entirely, or even mostly, her that they were intimidated by. Her boss, Ms. Graystone, was notorious as one of the biggest hardasses at the company and Beth knew she was the one who inspired real fear in the underlings. But, apparently Beth's status as Ms. Graystone's number one had earned her a modicum of respect around the office and she was going to enjoy it. Even if she did catch some nineteen year old college kid take a peek at the way her impressive bust bounced with each step as she walked by.
The hot blonde business woman flipped through the pages of the contract as she walked. The name of the janitor's company was "The Cleaning Crew LLC." Nice and straightforward. The contract itself seemed to be standard fare with the exception of a clause near the end which granted the janitors bonus pay for using a certain chemical when cleaning the restrooms. By the time she reached the conference room Beth had already decided that getting the clause removed would be a good way to show this rep who's in charge.
When she reached the conference room, Beth went inside and shut the door behind her. The room was as small as she remembered it, it's only furnishing a simple wooden table and two chairs. But the north wall of the room was entirely dominated by a floor to ceiling window which made for a stunning vantage point. After she checked the clock on the wall, still a few more minutes before the meeting was supposed to start, Beth walked over in front of the window and surveyed the city below her like a queen would her realm. This height put her above the vast majority of buildings while the tallest skyscrapers still loomed over her making her feel both connected and superior to the city around her.
Suddenly, Beth heard the door click close behind her. She spun around to see the most handsome Man she could ever recall seeing outside a magazine closing the door and joining her in the cramped conference room. The first thing she noticed about him were his eyes. They were bright blue and clear, and they held Beth's gaze evenly. Eventually she took in his dark brown hair, confident smile, the way his dark blue suit framed his tall, powerful body, and the expensive looking briefcase he carried. But it was still his eyes which commanded Beth's attention and stole away her ability to speak. The Man held her there for a few moments before speaking.
"Wow. Absolutely beautiful."
His voice was deep and steady. Beth could almost feel it resonating within her. She was still too transfixed to respond to the Man's compliment.
"I don't think I've ever seen the city like this." The Man continued.
Beth blushed as she realized the Man's praise was for the view and not her. She regained a little bit of control over her functions and tried to remember what she was doing here.
"You're the new janitor?" Beth asked. She wanted her tone to sound nonchalant but her words sounded more like she was confused, even to her own ears.
The Man laughed at the inquiry. Usually Beth would despise being laughed at but she found that she absolutely loved the rich sound of the Man's amused chuckle.
"Well, I'm the representative for The Cleaning Crew LLC. and I'm here to negotiate on their behalf, but no I'm not a sanitation specialist myself." The Man closed the distance between them and reached out his hand. "It's nice to meet you. What's your name?"
As the Man got closer to her Beth took a deep inhale through her nose and in doing so drank in the Man's scent. Despite his professional appearance his smell was earthy, like pine needles and burnt wood. Beth reached out her hand to shake his. His hands were surprisingly soft, except for the rugged callouses where his palm met his fingers.
