Chapter 3: The Office

We rode the elevator up to his floor along with several other men dressed in fancy suits. I could literally feel the guys staring at me, especially my legs and the bit of my butt poking out from the bottom of my shorts. There was no doubt all of them were thinking the same thing - how they would love to fuck me. Well, maybe not the gay guy in the corner but then again who knows? It’s so incredible to be a woman and have this power, I’m talking about the power to make men do almost anything just to satisfy their all but uncontrollable desire to have me. Of course I pretended to not even notice and just left them to their fantasies as we arrived at our floor and got out. My dad couldn’t hold back his laughter any more as we walked toward his suite.

“Could you believe those guys back there,” he exclaimed softly, “I wonder if they realized you were my daughter when they were staring at your legs and ass!”

We both just laughed but in reality I would’ve loved for them to know I was his daughter - and especially what I’d just done for my dad on the way to work. Yep, I bet they would’ve creamed their suit pants right in the elevator if they had even the slightest clue what was causing the aftertaste still lingering in my mouth.

There was no time to say anything else as he opened the frosted glass doors to his office suite for me and we walked in to be greeted by Mrs. Ulrich. The absolute stereotypical church lady, I’d known the old bitch for most of my life and while I’ve always wanted to call her to her face I’ve never been able to work up the courage. She was always carrying on about the sins of the world and such but Dad put up with her because despite her annoyances she was a damn good executive secretary who knew where all the bones were buried so to speak. My Dad may sign the paychecks but there was no doubt it was Mrs. Ulrich who ruled the office.

Along with her other gripes, Mrs. Ulrich has never approved of the way I dress and from her first reaction I could tell today was going to be no different. She looked at me over her glasses with eyes that felt like they were boring right through me. Her thin lips were pursed and I knew exactly what she was thinking about my outfit. Oh well, I didn’t really care what the old bat thought of me so I just ignored her as I always did and followed my dad into his office where I dropped my purse on the dark leather couch. My dad was already on the phone and I knew he was basically out of reach for the next few hours so I went out to see what I could do to help and perhaps see what trouble I could cause as well.

First stop ... the mail room where I helped the girl sort out mail and even volunteered to hand it out. I didn’t mind these tasks as they gave me an excuse to wander around the office where I was able to meet most everyone sooner or later. As I said, it had been a while since I had been here so for most of them I was anywhere from six to nine months older that the last time they’d seen me. When you’re in your mid teens, that’s like dog years in terms of my development.

Before getting too busy I went to the restroom where I checked myself out in the mirror. Despite what Mrs. Ulrich might have thought I felt my blouse was actually a bit TOO conservative so I undid the two more buttons which let it open down to the bottom of my cleavage. Admittedly my boobs weren’t the anywhere close to being as big as I would’ve liked but they were still pretty perky and my nipples were hard as little bullets thanks to the rubbing they got against the fabric of my blouse.