An increasingly nervous Christy Sinclair took another quick glance at her watch. It was five-thirty. Fifteen minutes ago the attractive twenty eight year old wife and mother had been tidying up her desk, preparing to go home to her husband and young son, but instead she was now sitting outside the Managing Director's office, waiting to be seen for god knows what reason. Although in her mind, it couldn't be anything good.
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and for the umpteenth time recrossed her legs. She took a deep controlling breath, trying to calm her racing heart as her mind went into overdrive. She ran her hands over her short skirt in an effort to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles before once more tugging at the hem in a vain attempt to pull it lower. It had again crept up past mid thigh and she cursed the fact that she'd let her vanity get in the way of her common sense. Now that she was a married woman with a child she shouldn't be wearing skirts that short, even though once upon a time she wouldn't have been so bothered.
She tugged at her skirt one more time before she gave up and glanced again at her watch. She'd already noticed that the office staff around her were leaving. She glanced at her watch again. Five-thirty-five. She'd been waiting now for twenty minutes and that delay bothered her. It had to be something bad, and she was certain she knew what it was. And that's why they were making her sweat. With her stomach in knots, she began to chew on her lower lip as she contemplated her seemingly bleak future.
She'd made a small error, or so she'd thought at the time. But it had quickly snowballed into something a lot bigger, and she was sure that even though she had managed to put it right, her culpability had been discovered and she was going to get fired as a result.
She was desperate not to lose this job, it had been hard enough to get this position in the first place given the lack of employment opportunities in the area. Even her husband Steve couldn't find a job now. He was an engineer and at one time his skills had been in high demand. As a result of this they had moved from town to town as he was headhunted, each time moving to a better position with more money. They'd even started a family. Little Josh was now four years old and the apple of Christy's eye.
Her thoughts drifted back over the last eight months. It had been disastrous. Steve had been lured away from his last job with a promise of yet another substantial salary increase. Hah, how that had proved to be pie in the sky!
The job lasted three months before the company folded. It seemed one of the directors had disappeared, but not before he'd cleaned out the company bank account. Since then Steve had been unable to find work. And as the days turned into weeks, the more depressed he had become.
They had started arguing, usually over trivial matters, but with money tight and tempers frayed they often quickly degenerated into shouting matches. And their sex life, well that was as dead as the proverbial Dodo! This wasn't how she'd envisaged married life to be.
Although the original plan had been for Christy to be a stay at home mom and wife, they both eventually realized that she probably stood more chance of obtaining work in the short-term as there appeared to be quite a few vacancies for office administrators in the area and she had a diploma in business studies.
So she was delighted to be offered a job in the local office of Global Logistics Incorporated. She entered their employ in a junior position, which was actually below the level of her qualifications, but there was the promise that after completion of a three month probationary period she would move up in both position and salary scale. And here was her problem and hence her nervousness. She'd only been with the company for ten weeks.
As Christy fretted about her future, she had no idea she was being observed.
Bob Rabinowitz the Managing Director of Global Logistics Inc, turned away from his office window to see John Kusman his Accounts Executive finishing off his telephone call.
"Well?" he asked.
John Kusman shook his head. "It's a no from them as well. It's just too short notice. They have no-one available."
"Fuck." Bob said, almost exhaling the word. "So Plan B it is then."
"More like Plan Z," John quipped.
Bob strode back to his desk, ignoring his colleague's comment. "I don't see that we have any choice in the matter now," he said, when he saw the questioning look on John's face. "She's the best looking one we've got."
John shook his head. It was rare to hear his boss curse mildly let alone use the 'eff' word. "I know... but she's only been with us for a little over two months."
Bob sighed deeply. "Yeah I know... but what other option is there? We've rung all the agencies and they've all said the same thing. What else can we do? There just isn't time to get anything else lined up."
They both turned to look out the window at Christy. And she was certainly well worth looking at. With straight blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders, beguiling green eyes and full red lips, there was no doubting that at she was a very pretty woman. They watched as she suddenly stood up from her chair and began to pace up and down the outer office.
Always smartly dressed, today she was wearing a red, long sleeved knitted top with a silk collar, that clung to her curvaceous upper body. She didn't consider it in any way revealing but it certainly made the men in the building notice her breasts. They were only a C cup but her lithe, slender build made them appear much larger. As she turned to pace away from where they stood watching, simultaneously both Bob and John dropped their gaze lower.
Her short black skirt seemed to sway sensually from side to side with every step she took. It clung to her prominent yet extremely round and sexy ass to flare out and hang loose, just caressing her thighs. Her long legs were slender but shapely, their length accentuated by her black 4" platform heels, which Steve had insisted she wear to work. She thought they were too high but Steve had said that the height of the heel made her legs look curvier and it put her at the same height as most men, so she wouldn't feel intimidated or threatened by them. She had no idea what he was talking about, but she wore them anyway, just to please him.
"Okay invite her in and let's get this over with," Bob said to John.
"What if she refuses?" John asked, his hand on the door handle.
"Then we're fucked," Bob replied bluntly.
With a grimace, John opened the office door and called Christy inside.
"Christy... hi... sorry to keep you waiting... please... take a seat," Bob said, smiling weakly, as she entered his office.
She took the offered seat, nervously expecting the worst, tugging anxiously at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it lower, but again failing miserably.
"Christy we have a situation here..." Bob started.
'Oh jeez, they know', Christy thought. She again began to chew nervously on her bottom lip, waiting for the inevitable 'you're fired' conclusion.
"... and we think... well we were hoping... you may be able to help us out," he continued.
