Problems at the bank

Sandra Noce's heart pounded under the tight confines of the white nylon smockdress as she walked back down the hall to the office building's elevator bank. She cursed herself for getting into this embarrassing situation as she felt her nipples poke the nylon further out, the sensitive stubs responding to the friction of the slick material stretched over them.

The pretty accounting department worker lifted her head to study the flashing numbers indicating the progress of each of the four elevators. She searched for one that was headed her way and stood before it.

Sandra waited for the stainless steel doors to part, so she could be on her way to the bank in the building's mezzanine. Her high heel tapped impatiently as she waited for the elevator compartment to settle into place. She was just glad she hadn't encountered anyone from her organization so far. Except for Sarah Jones, of course.

The doors made a soft pneumatic hiss as they opened to find Sandra facing a sea of men. She smiled a little at them, mainly grateful she knew none of them, but also being a bit of a coquette. She could tell by their expressions they liked what they saw.

Sandra stepped back to allow some of the suited men to depart. None did. Flustered at that fact, but **** to move on, Sandra smiled and stepped into the nearly full comparment, and turned to face the door.

As the elevator started slowly past the final few floors, Sandra stared at the brushed steel of the doors' interior.The brunette started when thought she felt someone rub against her high-thrust assglobes. She soon after felt a hand on the smooth bare flesh of her inner thigh.

Before Sandra could find out who was fondling her in the tight confines of the elevator, the doors opened once again and she stepped quickly out, trying to avoid the onslaught of suits behind her as they all filed out as one.

The raven-haired embezzler thought her clacking heels sounded like gunshots to her confused and excited brain as she bounded across the main entry of her building, the flat black flagstone blocks reverberating with each strike of her stilettoed heels.

Sandra didn't dare look at the people scurrying across the open area she crossed, for fear she might enjoy the flabbergasted glances directed to her in what amounted to a tight microminidress as she headed for the glass front of the bank branch she referred to as 'Ol' F.U.'

Miss Noce thought she was the one going to be fucked when she saw the line of people swirling through the velvet ropes that corraled them inside the lobby of the bank. She had made such good time on her way down from her workplace, she couldn't afford to piss what she regained away in line.

Sandra smiled happily to herself when she saw the speed with which the line was shrinking, the tellers dispatching each individual rather quickly. A teller summoned her down to the far end of the row of transaction windows.

The pretty accounting department worker smiled at the female teller, who looked at her rather oddly when she approached. Sandra pushed a generic withdrawal slip she had quickly filled out as she made her way through the line towards the woman whom she had never seen before, even in her many 'deposits' at this branch.

"Do you have I.D., miss?" the woman asked. Sandra was sure she caught the teller staring at her chest this time.

A surge of panic and adrenaline coursed through Sandra suddenly as she realized, in her haste, she had left her purse upstairs.

"Uh, no. They usually know me here and I didn't think.." Sandra stammered to the impatiently waiting woman.

"Does anyone here know this young.. woman?" the lady called down the row of tellers.

Sandra felt embarrassed as everyone in the bank turned to look at her, shamelessly revealed in her tight white minidress.

"Hello, Sandy!" came a familiar voice from behind the teller's counter. Sandra turned her head from the stares of the bank customers and smiled broadly. It was Andy, the boyish-looking head of tellers that usually serviced her. She thought she wouldn't mind him actually doing that one day.

"How can I help you today?" he said in a slightly effeminate voice.

Sandra saw the woman teller sort of roll her eyes and call over another customer as Andy moved over to speak to her across the high divider.

She noticed a slightly odd expression on his face for a moment as he reached for the withdrawal slip she handed him.

"This is an awful big withdrawal, Sandy," he said, looking at the ten thousand dollars she had hurriedly scrawled on the paper. "We can't do it here. Follow me."

A look of consternation clouded Sandra's pretty features. She knew her limited time to deliver the **** money was dwindling. But she could do nothing but wait for teller head to come from behind the counter. She then followed quickly behind as he opened the large vault door and ushered her inside.

He turned to her with a serious look on his face once they were in relative seclusion.

"I have to tell you, Sandy, that one of your superiors has requested you not be allowed to access funds until you comply with the directions contained in this envelope." Andy handed Sandra a white envelope that was unsealed.

Sandra pulled the card from the envelope and read it, her face searing red. She looked at Andy's poker face. Was he in on her humiliation or merely a pawn? She placed the card back in the envelope.

"Very well, Andy."