cleaning lady

Before he could answer, the door already opened. Consuela, the cleaning lady that kept their floor prim and proper came in, pulling a large cart. Her famously friendly face was flushed by the heat, not helped by the apron and dusthat they had to wear.

‘Hi Connie.’ Alex managed to greet her but tot his horror the agitation made his voice crack. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead because of the nervousness. Luckily they went unnoticed with this heat.

Consuela noticed his giddiness and returned the greeting while looking hard at Alex as if she knew what he had been doing.

Although Alex’ desk faced the door and Connie could not have seen his screen, he had not had time to open some new application to hide the nudes on his screen. He reasoned it best not to make any hurried movements which would only arouse suspicions. So Alex adopted a scrutinising look as if he was trying hard to make sense of the numbers that were supposed to be on his screen.

In fact he was so much into making Connie believe he was working on a spreadsheet that he inadvertedly opened a slideshow and was now looking very hard at a voluptuous blond stripping down picture after picture.

In the meantime Connie had started to wipe the floor of the rather small office.

When she coughed politely to get Alex’ attention to indicate she had finished the little space between the door and his desk and needed him to step away from his desk to clean behind is. Alex was startled so much he almost knocked over his glass of water. (better then coffee in this heat) He looked up from his screen where the slideshow now contained the same blond with only her knee-high boots left on seducing a blond man in coveralls. In the last picture he had seen the voluptuous blond had the guys head trapped between her tits and was groping inside the trousers of the coveralls.