White Out

As I sit in my highbacked office chair working hard on my computer I am completely oblivious to the emptying office around me from my private office on the executives floor. On a long weekend Friday like this most of the other executives do not even bother coming into the office. But a guy like me doesn't make it to this floor by the age of 38 without an internal drive system.

I have long been motivated for two things in my life, my success within business to which I have very comfortably made a few steps up the corporate ladder. Growing up in a less than privileged single parent household, and while my mother worked hard as a nurse, there was never quite enough for everything. I vowed to my mom then that I would retires her by the time I was 40. To which I can proudly state that my mom is living comfortably in Playacar Mexico.

The other is in regards to my health. While I may dress like an everyday exec, underneath even the God Adonis would be jealous. Since shortly after being humiliated during football tryouts for being too scrawny, I vowed to never have that happen again. Over the years I have allowed some of the mass to fade but my tone and shape is still every bit it was then.

My very young brunette secretary enters my office and knocks quietly on the door frame, "Mr. Doe, are you ok with my leaving early."

I look up and admire the short beauty who with her cute smile, shapely curves and amazing intelligence will undoubtedly rule the business world in a few short years.

With a warm smile I scold her playfully, "Please Holly, I have asked you many times these past two weeks to call me John. I know you are still trying to make a good impression. Trust me, with your work ethic and your..." then thinking only to myself, 'Beautifully round double D's and heart shaped ass!'. "demeanour. You are doing quite well my dear. If you want to leave a bit early, please feel free. Please just let me know why so should my boss inquire as to why I am answering my own phones, I can tell her why."

With an excited yip Holly bounds across the room to the side of my chair and falls into my lap as she wraps me in a tight hug. Planting a light and friendly peck on my cheek she responds, "To be completely honest, my girlfriends and I are heading to the mountains this weekend to enjoy the fresh snow. But you know, if she should call, you can tell her I needed to pick my sister up at the airport. Best part is that it's true to, but between us, our parents were going to pick her up, but is instead coming with me skiing." She then gives me another peck on the cheek before jumping off.

I watch her ass sway gently side to side as she slowly saunters away as if showing off. "I work very hard on that Mr. Doe, not for that reason but it's certainly a benefit isn't it?"

Feeling sheepish for being caught perving out on my assistants ass I didn't want her to know how silly I felt, I smartly reply, "Well with your assets your parents should be very proud. Not a man in here doesn't appreciate your," and after a momentary pause to collect the right next words, "Brains and wit."

Holly walks back over to me and wraps her hands around my neck and leans into my ear and whispers, "More like my tits and ass Mr. Doe but I appreciate your... discretion."

Purposefully swinging her hips as she walks away this time she stops again in the doorway and looks back over her shoulder and asks, "You know Mr. Doe. You could always join us this weekend, it's only four of us girls going. We could always use a big strong man to help us with all of our needs." And after slow and sensual look and wink she finishes, "You know, our heavy bags and gear and what ever else we might need help with."

And without waiting for an answer she skips out of my office to her desk where she grabs her jacket and purse and is gone in the blink of an eye.

Not being one to turn down a hot office romance I passively dismiss her flirting as banter and not a serious offer with her aloof departure.

A few minutes after becoming engrossed in my work once again a text comes through on my personal cell. Taking a second to check the number I see it's not a number I recognize so I dismiss it momentarily.