McIntyre Mishap

~~ Sandra Sus ~~

Orange light beamed through a large glass wall and an equally glass door. The front entrance to a building affectionately named "Yoga all that?" as if someone sat down at one point and couldn't think of anything more clever on the spot.

Sandra McIntyre worked reception at this studio. She sat behind a large wooden table, most likely walnut. It was adorned with a telephone, some papers, and probably a lamp that never got used.

This reserved young woman sat comfortably in baggy clothing. Thankfully she wasn't required to wear a uniform here. Her dark smokey eyes looked down in half disgust at what looked like an ordinary pair of panties. At least they looked ordinary to her at first.

"Who sells crotchless panties on the same shelf as the real ones?" She thought, looking annoyed. At least the store would still be open after her shift. She could go back and return them later.

Sandra shifted around her seat. Even a good chair doesn't keep her from getting stiff after a few hours. Another brief stretch and she reached for the neck massager she kept behind the desk. She craned her head slightly and motioned it in just the right spot. Just above the shoulder.

Bzzzzzzz- The low hum of the massager beat against her sore neck. For a while she seemed content. Until a second buzz intruded.

Bzzzzzzz- Her cellphone this time. She wasn't used to getting calls, but didn't want to take a personal one here.

"Might as well head out for a moment and stretch my legs while I take this." She groaned. Standing up and quickly stepping out of the door.

Meanwhile the yoga instructor, an Irish man named Liam O'Malley, stepped out from the studio to ask his receptionist something.

Liam often went by his first name, by his employees and clients all the same. He was a slender but toned man. His rusty red hair and emerald eyes held an irresistible charm that was beloved by all but the most stubbornly heterosexual males.

Sandra was no exception, she had a major crush on him. Not that she'd ever say so without a gun firmly planted against her head first.

Liam looked down at the empty table. He trusted Sandra enough to let her step out a moment. He glanced over at the glass wall and saw her outside. She paced back and forth as if futilely trying to find the person she was speaking to.

He looked back down at the table and two things in particular caught his immediate attention. The plastic bag Sandra left out was open enough not to conceal its contents very well.

"Are these..." He thought to himself. Of course this wasn't his business in the slightest. It would be rude to go through her things. But then again she didn't seem to hide them. If one did the math incorrectly, they might assume she wanted these to be found. Of course Liam was terrible at math.

"Crotchless panties?" His brow furled in curiosity. “I didn’t expect Sandra would be into this kind of thing. Probably a misunderstanding but…” his eyes fell to exhibit B

"A vibrator?" His eyes lit up. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. Or in this case a neck massager and crotchless panties.

Liam had no idea Sandra was such a deviant, and to leave these things out in the open for him to find? What on earth could it have meant?

"It could be a coincidence, or it could be that she wants a little push towards exploring herself. I suppose there's no harm in asking. A little suggestion, and she's free to turn down at any point."

~~ Proposing some private instruction ~~

Sandra finished her phone call with a sigh. False alarm, family stuff and nothing serious. She turned heel and walked back inside towards her desk. Her pace took a hard stop when she noticed her boss standing by it.

"Mr. O’Mal- I mean Liam!" Sandra quickly caught herself. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Sandra held her wrist with the opposite hand, standing up straight.

"I don't suppose you meant to leave these out in the open? Liam said with a gentle smirk. He playfully waved the panties and massager in his hands.

Sandra's eyes went wide and her face lost every ounce of blood. She instantly imagined what he was thinking.

"S-Sir oh my god i'm so sorry!" Sandra stuttered frantically as she held her hands out.

"It's alright my girl. Nothing to be ashamed of. I actually wanted to help you out if you'd be interested," Liam said calmly.

Sandra's face quickly regained its blood. Most of it went to her cheeks.

"W-Wha?!"

"Just a little private session."

"WHA?!" The second screamed in her head. He couldn't seriously be suggesting-

"Yoga is a gateway to mindfulness after all. I can guide you through a few exercises that will give you a greater understanding of your body."

Liam continued to speak calmly. He knew Sandra would be nervous and that he'd have to be direct.

"Yoga? With you? One on one..." Sandra's voice trailed off but her heart didn't stop racing. She was flushed, her hands fidgeting while she tried to come up with the words.

"Only if you're comfortable with it." Liam said.

"Okay." She squeaked out.

"Okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Marvelous! I think you'll benefit a lot from it!" Liam smiled warmly. He was convinced now this is what she knew she needed.

He outstretched his arm towards the studio. She gathered herself before stepping through the little hallway. Following quickly behind her, Liam grabbed the last thing they might need. A basket, just big enough to hold a set of clothes.