It's a real pain when you lose someone you depend on. The office just wasn't the same without Meredith there to keep everything running smoothly. She was beyond compare as an office manager and now I'd lost her. Her husband's fault, of course. He got her pregnant and she had gone on maternity leave. Somehow I doubted that she'd be back, not after having triplets. Sometimes you can be too efficient and having your entire family in one go seemed a bit much to me.
I had hired a temp, Simone, to take her place on the understanding that the job was only available while Meredith was on leave. This meant that I had to pay extra. One of Simone's first tasks was to hire a new girl Friday, someone to just do all those scut jobs that someone had to do. Girl Friday or man Friday, I didn't care which as long as they were available, reasonably intelligent, and diligent.
The result was Megan, an eighteen year old, fresh out of school and willing to take any sort of job to chalk up some experience. Megan was somewhat younger than the rest of the staff but seemed to get on well. She quite happily accepted the fact that everyone was higher up the pecking order than her and seemed to get on OK.
While theoretically reporting to me Megan was really under Simone's control for her everyday duties. The only time I ever saw the girl was when she was delivering something to my office. I noticed that she had a nice smile, a friendly manner, and that she dressed suitably. I most carefully did not notice that she was sexually attractive and had a figure that made everything she wore look hot. I especially did not notice that she was amply endowed in the chest region, with breasts that appeared to be threatening to explode whatever she was wearing in their desperate desire to be free.
Everything was settling down nicely and then casual Friday rolled around. Megan took casually Friday very literally, I found, dressing in a very casual manner. Perhaps I should say almost dressing. She wore a skirt that was tight and short, little more than a wide belt in my opinion. Her top was also a little tight and maybe a little short, as there was a bit of midriff showing. I pointedly said nothing as I confidently expected Simone to have a quiet word with her, especially after a couple of the older staff members complained. Rather set in their ways, some of the older staff.
As far as I could tell Simone didn't say a single word to Megan. She didn't even comment on Megan's outfit to me. Neither did any other members of the staff. They all seemed to regard her outfit as quite acceptable. Lecherous old bastards, in my humble opinion. Meredith would certainly have said something.
Naturally I didn't make any comment. If everyone else found Megan's casual attire acceptable who was I to quibble? Casual Friday passed and everything went back to normal.
The next casual Friday rolled around and I am willing to swear that if Megan was wearing the same skirt as last time then it had shrunk in the wash. Either that or she'd put on some weight and that figure didn't seem to be carrying much in the way of excess baggage.
For some reason my mind had decided that Megan was a person of interest today and I seemed to know where she was at all times. Most of the time she was safely hidden behind her desk, the desk and the monitor doing a reasonable job of hiding her from the world in general. She did come out a couple of times to do some filing but I noticed that she didn't bend over to do it. She seemed to just swivel at the hips and sink down into a crouch. Fair enough, too. If she'd bent over she'd have been flashing the office and causing heart-attacks.
We'd had a busy week and I stayed back a little, catching up. I'd authorised some overtime on an as required basis and a number of the others also stayed late. Too bad I didn't get overtime pay. The office went quiet and I assumed that everyone had gone home so I decided to do the same, even though I had a couple of hours work still there. I decided I'd just drop around Saturday afternoon for an hour or so and get it knocked off.
I stepped out of my office and damn near had that forecast heart-attack. Megan hadn't yet left, although she was about to leave. She'd apparently knocked her bag over and she was bent over her desk, gathering up her bits and pieces.
It seemed one of us had over-estimated the length of that skirt, and it hadn't been me. Megan had bent over, the skirt had ridden up, and her excuse for panties were on display. Not that there was very much panties to display. Take the crotch, for instance. There might have been enough material to cover her slit but there certainly wasn't enough to cover her labia as well. They were very nicely on display, fat and juicy fruit just waiting to be plucked.
I plucked. At least, I very carefully closed my hand over them. I promptly got proof that no-one else was in the office. The scream of fright that Megan let out would have brought anyone within earshot running.
"Geez, do you mind?" I snapped irritably. "Anyone would think you were being murdered."
"You - you're touching me," she gasped out, sounding somewhat indignant.
