An e-mail from Steve

She was terrified to look at her e-mail, but she **** herself to and was relieved when there were no new communications from the black mailer. She did have one from Steve thought, and he was not happy. It was terse and to the point, ?Miss Noce, the cash report was not in my in box by 9:30am this morning. That is unacceptable, and I will require a personal explanation. Please be in my office at 11:00 to provide that explanation.

Sandra looked at her watch; she only had twenty minuets to get the report done and try to save her job. She could not fail now, or she would be found out for sure. She had most of the money saved, and she just needed time to plan her escape and she could be free of the consequences of her crime and from the asshole whole was blackmailing her.

She hurriedly put the report together and made it to Steve?s office with seconds to spare. His assistant, an old dried up bitch that everyone call Miss Hendricks, no one even knew her first name, glared at her and told her to go on in. Miss Hendricks had worked at the company longer than anyone, and she was as nasty as she was efficient. Steve valued efficiency above all and put up with her nasty disposition. Steve was looking down at his massive desk when she entered the room, and he said in a cold tone, ?Close the door Sandra, I don?t wish to be disturbed.?

Sandra did as he asked and took a seat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. The chair was low relative to the desk and she knew that she would be looking up to him as she was sure he had planned. He finally looked up at her and said, ?Well let?s go through the reports first and then we can talk about your behavior. As she handed a copy of the report to Steve her nervousness caused her to drop the papers, in her effort to catch the papers as they fell she tripped over the chair and went sprawling head over heels. Unfortunately as her feet went up her short skit slid up also and her bare pussy was there for Steve to see. Sandra was so embarrassed that she thought she would die and she struggled to her feet and tried to blurt out some explanation, ?I?m sorry sir I just tripped. I did not mean for you to see? ?Well for you to see me like that. It won?t happen again.?

Steve sat at his desk his face unreadable mask. Sandra thought she would die of embarrassment, but then finally Steve spoke to her.