Samantha's Boss

Though the elevator was only going to the fourth floor, Samantha felt like it was taking an eternity. She leaned against the polished walls of the elevator, her hands leaving streaks of sweat against its surface. She was so, so hot, she felt like she was melting. She resisted the urge to just tear her shirt open. She just needed to get through this meeting with her boss and then she'd be okay.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and a desperately hot Samantha stepped out. She nearly stumbled as she did so, the heels that she walked on easily enough before now seemed like stilts to her. One of her male coworkers was standing just outside the elevator holding a stack of papers when she stepped out. As she swayed and stumbled with every other step, he called after her. "Hey, Samantha, are you doing alright? Do you need to sit down?"

Samantha was panting and leaning on any surface that would support her, whether it was a wall or an office cubicle. "I'm... fine..." She gasped. "Don't.... worry about it...."

Before he could voice another word of concern, she had already turned a corner and was headed to her Boss' office. Her boss Susan was a stern if not beautiful woman. A workaholic by heart, she had more than earned her position at the company, but it made her a hard woman to please, and she was especially irritated by tardiness on the part of her employees.

Samantha grasped a sweat stained hand on the handle of the door to Susan's office. She stepped in, her blouse soaked through with sweat, her hair askew, and panting like a dog who had just run a marathon. "I'm... here..." She gasped to a stern faced Susan.