Chapter 6: Work Is A Four Letter Word!

Bernadette arrived early to work Monday morning. She was as prepared as she could be, given her circumstances, not the least of which included her wardrobe. Her intent was to get there early and avoid the looks and stares as she walked in, which was successful for the most part. She rode the elevator with the CEO, which was uncomfortable at best. Fortunately, she had her employee badge and she did her best to smile exactly like her photo. The fact that she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra only accentuated the mood she was attempting to suppress, but her nipples gave her away. She caught the CEO staring more than a few times on the ride up. She could feel herself getting wet and that led to her scent, which made her frantically press the button for the next floor so she could exit as soon as possible.

“Have a nice day, Miss Dewhurst. I look forward to our meeting today,” he said as she exited the elevator.

Bernadette stopped immediately and instinctively turned around just as the doors closed. She was shocked. She obviously knew who he was, but until that moment, Bernadette could never have imagined that he knew who she was. Did he see her name on her badge? No, there was a meeting scheduled. Did he know her prior to the weekend or because of the garage incident? Of course. There was no other logical explanation. This was not what she had planned, obviously, but now that she knew what to expect, she would plan accordingly. She would meet the issue head on.

Bernadette arrived at her cubicle and began getting the paperwork in order so that the project could be completed. She was so focused on her work that she didn’t hear her manager walk up behind her.

“Well, good morning Bernadette. You’re here bright and early today? Busy weekend?” Mr. Maxwell asked, smiling and staring at her bright pink tube top.

“Mm, Mr. Maxwell. I’m sorry. You startled me. Good morning. Yes, my weekend was somewhat busy from feeling sick, but I’m much better now. I’m not sure if you got my message, but I felt so much better this morning I decided to come in and try and finish up the Quarterly.” Bernadette said as she did her best to cover all her bases.

“Oh, I haven’t listened to my messages, but I’m glad you’re feeling better. Let me know if you need anything to finish up and I’ll get someone to help you,” he said walking off.

“I think I’m good, but thank you,” Bernadette said knowing he wasn’t able to hear her now.

Bernadette went back to working on the project and within a few minutes the rest of her colleagues began trickling in. They were chattering about their weekend activities and bragging on their excursions. If they only knew about Bernadette’s excursions, they would all just go back home and rethink their life choices. Maybe it was Bernadette who needed to rethink her choices.

She was busy crunching the numbers, but she suddenly felt as though someone was staring directly at her. She looked up to see Mr. Maxwell looming behind her and staring over her shoulder.

“Miss Dewhurst? Sorry to interrupt, but we need to meet with Mr. Duncan, the CEO? He has some questions for you. I’m not entirely certain what it’s all about, but he’d like to meet right now please,” Maxwell said in a very direct tone.

Bernadette swallowed hard and her face went white. It was game time. Do or die. She was caught off guard, but she had to recover quickly. She decided to play offense.

“Of course. This is probably about Friday night in the garage with my boyfriend. I can explain everything,” Bernadette said smiling and getting up from her chair.

Maxwell followed her to the elevator and waited. She never made eye contact with her coworkers as she and Maxwell walked by. She could feel their glares and sense that their mouths were hanging open as they stared at her jiggling top and the rest of her attire, or lack thereof.

As soon as they were on the elevator she could feel Maxwell undressing her with his eyes. He stood much too close to her, even though they were the only two in the elevator.

They finally arrived at the top floor and as they exited, Maxwell quickly took the lead and arrived at the assistant’s desk five steps ahead of Bernadette. It was not lost on her that he wanted to watch her walk from the front, so she accentuated her steps to add extra bounce to her jiggling tits.

He smiled at the assistant to the CEO. Ms. Blackwell, as her badge clearly spelled out, broke the awkward silence.

“Mr. Duncan will be available shortly. Can I get you anything while you wait?

“No, we’re fine. We’ll just wait here,” Maxwell said smiling.

“I’d like something, if you don’t mind,” Bernadette quickly added.

“Of course. We have coffee, tea, water, or orange juice,” Ms. Blackwell replied with a smile.

“A cup of water would be great, if it’s no trouble,” Bernadette answered smiling.

“Absolutely, give me a moment,” Ms. Blackwell said as she left her desk and walked down the hall.

Ms. Liza Blackwell was a tall busty blonde with plenty of makeup. Her knee length dress was incredibly tight, and she walked with a sway in her hips that Maxwell couldn’t take his eyes off of as he watched her walk the entire length of the hall. Bernadette watched Maxwell and noticed that he never took a breath until she turned the corner into the corporate lounge. The silence was deafening. Bernadette had never been on this floor, but she reasoned that there had to be other offices and conference rooms. There was no way they would waste this much space for just the CEO.

A few minutes later, Ms. Blackwell appeared down the hall and Maxwell, once again, gave his full attention to her bouncing tits that seemed to almost pop out of her low cut blouse with each step. Again, Maxwell held his breath as she walked the entire length of the hall and handed Bernadette the large cup of water. She returned to her desk and sat in silence, staring at her computer as Bernadette nervously drank her water.