The Glass Office

Chapter 2: My first day

I always take the train, but today I felt I needed to celebrate my new job, so I ordered a taxi and put on my nicest black pencil skirt with a nude colour v-shaped shirt. It is tight fitting around the chest showing my ripe and peached shaped breasts. Now I wonder if my cleavage was a bit too much for work, well too little too late I am already halfway to work. The nerves were starting to get to me, but I chucked it aside because this was going to be my time to shine. I created my own fantasy in my mind, where I have become the boss myself. Standing on the stair case looking down at my employees who would consist of a lot of hunks. Their shirts so tight that you can see each one of their packs. I think being in charge fascinates me,  Finally, the taxi stop at this huge building it almost appear bigger than the last time I was here but I know it’s because my vision of this place has just gotten bigger. “Hold the elevator” I said almost shouting. As I enter it is quite full but I am able to squeeze myself in. “What floor?” a familiar voice behind me asked. Without looking I said with a proud tone “top floor.” The ride is a bit quiet, giving my thoughts time to start creeping up, luckily I was saved by the elevator door opening again. Someone enters again, my mind was like how can he not see it’s full? But he mumbles something about a very important meeting and he pushes me into the crowd some more. I’m pushed up someone, the cologne smells familiar and I can’t see his face, some of his chest shows just enough to give you a tease of the muscular body underneath. A sudden shake in the elevator shakes everyone around a bit. I almost fall down but the mystery guy catches me and one of his hand cups one of my peaches so perfectly. I know that this no time for these feelings but my body is craving the attention. He quickly apologised and helps me to my feet and then our eyes locked. Of course it’s him, my boss, Mr Hunter!