Ms. Woods shuffles through her filing cabinets. Turning around she reaches over to press your line on her desk phone.

"John, I need you in my office." Susan Ms. Woods barks her order and then hangs up.

After being expected to drop everything you are doing, you sigh as you get out of your cubical to her office. Walking in, you are not expecting a full bent over view of Ms. Woods rear end in tight skirt. Amused you lean against the door way watching, she was bent over so far digging in her filing cabinet you could even see the little frill of her slip peeking from the bottom of her black skirt.

"There you are," Susan says as she stands up, resting a hand on her desk to steady herself.

The light blue blouse she is wearing is so sheer it is almost see-through you could see the white tank top underneath. As she takes a few moments to breathe, her chest heaves in and out. You have noticed her from the moment she hired you only a few months ago. Her Brown hair, usually in a perfect bun now a few strands had fallen around her face.

"I can't find all the paperwork we need, but I need you to put this in the data system." Susan points to the stack of papers that were on top of another filing cabinet behind you. There use to be a plant on the filing cabinet, which you see was discarded to the corner. "I told the board this transition would be better. I feel like I have made a bigger mess than before. I appreciate you working so close with me on this. I know this is not the job I hired you for..."