Waste not

Victoria still has not bothered me all morning. I see she has used her office phone a couple times. Then I see she has made adjustments to her work calendar. There is another lunch meeting set for Wednesday with AmorFik, same as before. Otherwise, I don’t notice any activity.

There is nothing pressing for me to do, so I start getting some fresh coffee ready for lunch. Usually I just dump the old stuff out, or pour myself a cup, but this time I decide to offer it to friends in the commons. Most employees only have access to the coffee vending machine. It doesn’t actually brew anything. It only mixes bitter instant coffee with hot water. It only goes down without a grimace if taken with extra creamer and extra sugar.

I see Tom again. It would be good to reinforce our budding friendship. I offer to top off his mug and he accepts gladly. While I’m pouring, he glances around over the cubicle, then says, “Does Victoria know you are giving away her coffee?”

“Nope. She wants me to dump it out everyday to prevent the rabble from getting hooked on the good stuff. Keep quiet about it and I will smuggle more to you once in a while.” I wink and move on.

I wind through the clusters until I see Rachel. I groan inwardly when I see her. She isn’t wearing her usual suit jacket today. Instead, she is wearing a green satin button up shirt that has seams placed strategically to conform to her womanly curves. Two of the seams run up the front of her ribcage, then bisect each breast, terminating at the center of her huge mounds, suggesting where her nipples might be. I am surprised that she found a shirt that is both small enough around her waist, yet also has room enough for her disproportionately large tits. To be fair, the shirt does look under tension around her bust, even with the deep v-cut, ruffled collar. As a rule, anything low cut looks pretty good on her, but this is my new favorite. The shirt is paired with a black skirt that has a wide band across her waist that is laced in the front through four eyelets. It is almost a corset.

“Hi, Rachel! Last chance on the good stuff.” I hold the pot up a little and give it a swirl, careful to not raise it above the height of the cubicle and entice anyone else.

“Ooo, yes please!” She leans down, spilling curls of hair over her shoulders, and plucks something from under the desk. Swivels toward me and opens the travel mug that she uses to bring her morning coffee from home. When she looks up at me, sweeping her hair back. I am momentarily dazzled by her beauty. Her hair and makeup are are looking stellar, but it takes me longer to realize she has false eyelashes as well. I am swayed by them more than I want to admit. The incredible effort she has made today is really working for me.{if Edge >70} It appears to be working for my tingling groin as well.{endif}

“Wow, Rachel! You are a full-blown knockout today. What are you so done up for?” She gives me a glowing smile, then looks back at the mug as I move to pour.

“Aw, thanks. I’m going out with my husband after work today. He had a rough week and I thought I’d cheer him up.” I steal a long look down her shirt while pouring. Her luscious tits look so soft and smooth, cupped by a black bra that can’t quite stay hidden with such a plunging collar. Between the bra and shape of the shirt, her breasts manage to both look thrust out like torpedos, and to look pressed together to make bottomless cleavage. I wonder what her nipples are like.{if Edge > 85} while trying to imagine them, something in my pants has become ramrod straight. {elseif Edge > 45} Something is throbbing to life in my pants.{endif}

She takes a sip. “Mmmm.”

“It’s guaranteed to work. I think you have already cheered everyone here up.” I throw in what I hope comes across as a friendly wink. She tries but fails to hide a little smile as her ears turn a light pink. I turn, keeping the coffee pot near my crotch as I excuse myself.