Yes

Richard Richardson stepped into the office to find nothing unexpected. He turned and sat on the desk before raising his phone and continuing his call.

"Yeah, I can see Blacks office from here. I'll let you know when he leaves." He paused as the voice on the other end replied. "The empty office at the far end of the building. I figured it wouldn't be as weird as just hanging out in the hall." Another pause, "Pretty much. But I don't mind sharing an office with Pam so I don't really care about getting this one." Rich remained sitting on the desk staring through the open door as his conversation shifted to football, hockey and the weather.

The office door stayed wide open, more so than it would have normally.

Hannah stood between the door and the wall with a firm grip on the handle, her silent panic attack kept her from eavesdropping on Rich. If she moved or made a sound she would be discovered. If he tried to close the door or move about the room she would be discovered. What do I do if he finds me? The thought was inescapable. There was nothing she could say or do to convince him this was an innocent misunderstanding. But could I convince him to not say anything? Her mind took a turn for the hot.

She could offer him something. A dance? The scene played out in her head; Richardson in the chair watching her stand on the desk. She'd move slowly, sensually, just barely covering herself so as to tease her blackmailer; a hint of nipple here, a flash of pussy there. Then she would push his chair back and step down to his lap. There would be a few slow thrusts of her pelvis as she brought her moistened cunt to his face, then she'd slowly slide down his body to put her face near his crotch. He'd undo his belt and button, she'd pull down his zipper with her teeth. Then the secret slut would pull out his cock and-

"What the heck is this?"

The comment snapped Hannah back to reality. She couldn't see Rich or what he was doing, but she could hear him clearly.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with Black. Probably. I found a pair of women's underwear on the desk in the spare office."

Hannah's heart nearly stopped at the realization. Oh shit

"No, she's wearing purple today. These ones are black and see through."

No no no no no

"Ha! You perv, you just want to smell them. No, I like the mystery. I think I'll be keeping these."

Fuck god damn it

"Hold up, Blacks out. I'll call you back."

YES!

Richard stepped from the office and called out to his boss. The two talked briefly in the hall before Hannah heard the sounds of an elevator. She paused; silence. The naked woman slowly let herself out from behind the door and peeked down the hallway. With a sigh of relief she quietly closed and locked the office. Alone again. It was only then that she realized how intensely her heart was beating. Once the office was hers she could get away with fooling around in it, but until then anyone could potentially try walking right in.

Hannah rushed to dress herself before she recieved any further interruptions. It was time for her to get back to work, minus one garment in particular. She had decided that the office would be hers one way or the other and resolved to uncover the biggest story she could to make it happen.