Candice in the Office

Candice arrived back at her cubicle quickly tapping the mouse killing the screen saver before hanging up her coat.

She plunked down into her chair and with a flurry of key strokes logged in. She was determined to get her mind back off the encounter on her way back from lunch, and back onto the days tasks at hand.

As she browsed through the e-mails there were work requests to schedule standard maintenance on the various communication lines, another server was blinking in and out of service, a couple of work stations had staff doubled up to allow computers to be taken care of in the call centre.

Candice catalogued the requests and desired work schedules quickly oftestuck double checking details as her mind just wouldn't take hold of them.

She took one hand from the keyboard and reached to scratch an itch on her ankle just above her heels.

She kicked the shoe off relishing the cool relief of the open air. Odd, normally the ac was cranked a bit cold for her liking, but she was feeling a little warm.

She stopped fidgeting with one hand on the keyboard sudden wondering why her hand had drifted up the inside of her leg to the skirt.

She shrugged it off, she was just absentmindedly scratching an itch.

She glanced at her phone to see if there were any notifications, she did a double take at the background.

Where did such an obscene image come from? She subconsciously licked her lips and curled one of her curly hair strands around one finger. She remained completely locked on the image of a dark red incubus leaning back, his legs spread with a giant semi flacid cock between his legs alongside a phallus tipped tail.

The question of how or why that image was there were forgotten, she just wondered curiously about what such a creature would feel like pressed down upon her. It's long tongue and fangs playing across her...

"Candice." Candice jumped letting out a slight shriek at the call back to reality. "Relax. It's not like you to astronaut."

Candice held her hand to her chest as the shock cleared her system. "What is it Michael?" She inquired, distracted with wonder at how deeply she had drifted into a daydream.

"Well we have the weekly work planning session in about... Oh five minutes ago." He said taking a prolonged gaze at his watch. "And usually you lament..."

"Shit!" Candice erupted from her chair scrambling for her pad, phone, tablet, and purse.

Shoving past Michael she hurried down the hall to the boardroom.

Michael meanwhile casually sauntered behind her wondering why he never noticed how nice her ass looked in a skirt. Probably because she almost always had that jacket on, his thought process concluded.

Michael casually strode into the meeting late, well early for him. He'd rather sit at his desk and watch for the next hack attempt, or computer threat update compile for his list of things to address. He didn't need to be here, this was a formality. Or so was his opinion.

Candice was being all flustered arranging to take notes and share the telecommunications contractor proposed update schedule to their lines.

He sat down across from her. To Candice's right sat Todd, to her left was Dave. On Michael's left was Rich, and then there was Stewart at the head of the table. Shirley came in a moment later apologizing for being late before sitting to Michael's right.

The meeting seemed to drone on, Candice hardly noticing the details. Her thoughts remained distant while she jotted notes.

Todd was talking about the call centre stations that would be offline for new communication lines to be brought in, Dave was pushing to rotate the schedule to use the terminals already down, or needing service.

Candice wondered why it was so unusually warm in here. Candice reached into her purse to grab the water bottle. There was only one thing roughly that shape or size in her purse, which lead to a curious peek when she felt something different.