She gets to work

After about 30 minutes into her routine, she began to feel a bit more comfortable. She hardly took note of the people ogling her, and she was making some serious headway on her paperwork. Perhaps today wouldn't be completely worthless after all.

"Hello, beautiful,~"

Looking up from her work, she was immediately struck by the smug expression of a man standing before her.

"What do you want, Henry?" she groaned.

Of all her co-workers, Henry was the worst. Constantly hitting on her, making snide remarks, even after a thousand rejections, he never seemed to take the hint that she didn't like him.

"I heard the boss gave you a new uniform. I just wanted to check it out for myself," he snickered, adjusting his glasses as he stared longingly at her breasts.

"Please, look all you want," she said in a practiced tone, "This'll be as close as you ever get to sleeping with me."

Henry scowled, "Hey, don't get snippy with me! Unless you want the boss to hear that you're causing trouble!"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "I'll ask again, what do you want?"

"I'm working on a very important project right now," he said, peering over at her filing cabinet, "and I need you to hand me the West Port files."

Rolling her eyes, Sarah stood up from her desk and approached her cabinet. She already knew what Henry was trying to do.

Sticking her buttocks outwards towards Henry, she bent over and reached for the bottom drawer labeled W-Z.

While she was pretty self-conscious about most anyone seeing her like this, she took some mild personal pleasure in teasing Henry. Something tickled her about the idea that he was getting this very temporary glimpse of her. He'd cling to the memory of this moment for years, and as it faded, he'd be forever trapped, desperately trying to recreate the moment, and of course, she'd never allow it.

Searching through the drawer with a mischievous smile, she took her time looking for his file. She carefully looked through the row of vanilla colored envelopes. Then she checked again. Then a third time.

Finally, once she was satisfied.

"Hmmm… I don't see a West Port file anywhe-"

A bright light flashed behind her, taking her off guard. Standing up, she turned to Henry only to be blinded by another flash of light.

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.

After allowing her eyes to adjust, Sarah finally could see Henry standing before her, wearing a smug grin and holding a Polaroid camera.

"What the hell?!" the secretary exclaimed, quickly covering her body.

"Oh, you look so cute when you're shy! Hold that pose! It's perfect!"

Henry aimed the camera once again, and on instinct, Sarah covered her eyes.

There was another flash, and as Sarah lowered her hand, she saw a picture slide from the mouth of the camera. Henry pulled the photo free and looked it over with a grin.

"Looks like someone forgot to cover their pussy cat,~" he teased, stuffing the photo into his pocket.

Her face went crimson, "Give me those photos now!"

"Not on your life!~" he chuckled, running off into the maze of cubicles.

In a flash of rage, Sarah gave chase.