In Laura's cubicle.

Pushing through the heavy, glass doors, and into the lobby, Laura said good morning to Masumi, the receptionist, while noting that her red jacket and skirt emphasized her chest and long, sexy legs, encased in sheer nylon. The three women said their goodbyes, and headed towards their separate cubicles.

The offices of WSC were decorated in hues of grey and red. Dark grey carpet covered the floors, and the dividers that made up the cubicles for most of the staff were covered in bright red cloth. Along one wall were large meeting rooms with conference tables for meeting with clients, or other staff. They were brightly lit, the large windows allowing the sun to warm and light the large, glass enclosed rooms. If the sun was too bright, of course there were Venetian blinds that gave anyone in the rooms total privacy as well. Opposite the meeting rooms, were the offices of the senior officers of the company, the president, vice-president, treasurer and a few others.

Laura tossed her large purse under her desk, beside her chair, turned on the computer, and checked her calendar for appointments. While most day she’d be unhappy at the prospect of having no appointments for most of the day, this morning was very different. Today, Laura was going to concentrate on trying to pick up one of her female co-workers, and take her back home for what she hoped would be a night of unbridled sexual pleasure. She shivered, and could feel the moist heat between her legs.

Leaning over, she peered into her purse, looking at the two sex toys she had impulsively grabbed before leaving home. The same metallic finish vibrator that she‘d used last night to bring herself to orgasm, and a 24 inch purple double headed dildo that had sat in a box on her closet, unused for many years, much to the disappointment of an ex boyfriend who tried to convince her to use it in a ménage-a-trios with one of his coworkers. She was so revolted by his suggestion that they’d broken up shortly afterward. She smiled wondering what he’d think if he saw her now.

“Hi, Laura, sorry to interupt you, “ Masumi’s lilting voice said from behind her, giving her a start, as she quickly snapped shut her purse. “Ms. Cruz wanted me to tell you that you should stop by her office when you get the chance” Masumi smiled at Laura brightly, and as she quickly ran her eyes over the Japanese-American woman’s body, she noticed that she was wearing a small gold ankle braclet with some sort of small charm attached to it.

“Okay, tell her I’ll be there in just a few minutes” Laura replied wondering what Ms. Cruz might want to discuss.