An empty room, save for an envelope

Sandra Noce stepped into the eerily quiet break room and slowly walked around the long conference table and it's accompanying chairs. No one was there and all she could hear was the piped in music from the overhead speakers softly playing the Eagles' 'Lying Eyes'.

As Noce turned to leave and caught sight of herself in a mirror, she stopped in her tracks and stared at her reflection. Gone was the confident, if greedy, businesswoman of a few days ago. In her place was a blackmailed, degraded shadow of her former self, her borrowed, ill-fitting, costume stuck to her centerfold curves with the cum of people who had been essentially strangers hours before. Tears welled from below her mascaraed eyelids and began to overflow them and trickle down her aristocratic cheekbones. It was no matter though. Her painstakingly applied makeup was already ruined by the results of her earlier debauchery and the tears that had flowed in the aftermath of what had transpired. Sandra took a tissue from the box on the room's counter and daubed away the unwanted streaks as she stepped closer to her reflection, trying to make herself as presentable as possible.

Wiping away a sniffle, Sandra wiped her aquiline nose with another tissue and deposited both in the trash. She looked again around the room to find no one had since joined her. The raven-haired accounting department embezzler looked to the empty doorway, hoping her blackmailer would show, so she could put this nasty business behind her. Of course, she knew that wouldn't be so either. She still had her elevator blackmailers to pay off as well.

Sandra looked at her expensive watch and saw the lunch break had been over for fifteen minutes now. She missed her appointment with her blackmailer. Shaking her head at allowing herself to be used as she had done, Sandra headed towards the doorway. What would she do now? Should she go to Sarah Jones, the woman she assumed to be behind this? But if she wasn't, how embarrassing would that be? Sandra sighed, and passed the wall with the bulletin board on it. A bright pink envelope caught her eye. It had been tacked to the board, obvious over the weeks-old memorandums and notices that were posted there for the JWI employees. It had 'To: Housekeeping' scrawled across it's front in big bold block letters from the ink of a permanent black marker. Somehow, Sandra decided it was intended for her. She reached up and removed the plastic-bodied tack from where it speared the envelope's middle and replaced it in the cork, pulling the envelope to her and opening the flap of the unglued missive. Sandra worriedly wondered if anyone else had perused the unsealed envelope's contents as she unfolded the plain white stationary.

She read the printed words, which appeared to be hastily, probably angrily, scrawled.

' Very disappointing, Miss Noce. I thought you were more intelligent than that. If you are reading this, I assume the missed appointment wasn't entirely of your own doing. You have one more chance before I release the facts of your embezzlement to upper level management and your masturbatory caterwauling to all the staff. Remain in your office until the payment is picked up. There has been a late charge added of one thousand dollars, so make sure that is included in the briefcase as well!! THERE WILL BE NO THIRD CHANCE MISS NOCE!!!'

Sandra trembled where she stood after reading the note. She had better get back to her office quickly, so there would be no chance of missing this payment. Tucking the blackmailer's note inside the crevice of her sticky cleavage, Sandra realized she would have to go back down the hall to her office dressed in this revealing attire. She could only hope her drycleaning was waiting for her there upon her return.

Sandra's long thick tresses flailed over her shoulders as the thirty-two year old turned her head from side to side as she headed down the empty hallway. She made a silent plea to be allowed safe passage to her office as she looked up to the ceiling's acoustic tiles.

Halfway to her office, she heard male laughter coming from the opening door of a nearby restroom. She saw it was those bastards, Ron and Jeff. Fortunately, she was able to hide behind a nearby support column until they passed. She was close enough to hear they were still talking about her as they entered Ron's office. 'Rotten assholes!' she scowled to herself, making a face. Sandra saw the coast was clear now and made her way again down the hall.

Sandra Noce breathed a big sigh of relief as she leaned against her office door. Finally! She stepped inside the safety of her small office, still toting her briefcase. She looked around, hoping to find a drycleaning bag with her clothes in. There was none.

Looking at her cum-stiffened attire as she plopped herself into the cushioned chair behind her desk, Sandra was glad she didn't have any meetings to go to the rest of the workday. She could hide in her office the remainder of this horrible day. She leaned over to a desk drawer and used a hidden key on the bottom one. She extracted most of the money she had secreted there. Fortunately there was enough to cover her 'late charge'. She opened the briefcase she had set in the middle of her desk and added it to the other ten grand. The two grand for her co-workers' silence would be a different matter.

A loud knock outside her office door prompted the brunette to bolt upright in her desk chair and kick the drawer shut with her high-heeled foot.

"Yess?" Sandra managed to find her voice and squeak.