Debbie was my go to girl at the office. When I needed a session booked, she was the one who could do it. Even better, she would lean over at her desk revealing cleavage that went all the way from Chicago to Cleveland, She was that special kind of woman. Five foot two, with 38DD breasts always barely restrained in a low cut fashion. My eyes always wavered between her large brown eyes and incredible tits. Debbie knew it. She kept her black hair cropped short so as to never obstruct the view with distracting tresses that would thwart admiration of her magnificent breasts. When she would rise to walk to a file cabinet her tiny ass was often sheathed in fabric that would reveal panties lines if worn. Often they were not. This was in the pre thong days. She was the best. Debbie could get me booked where others would fear to tread.
One Friday night after work the whole crew retired across the street to our favorite watering hole. I could only have a few because I still had a cut to do and clients were coming in first thing Monday. I didn't want to work over the weekend so I left early. I tossed my credit card to Dave the bartender and said "My treat." and went back to the office to do the rough cut on my KEM.
I had spent an hour or two and had the rough cut knocked. I was doing the last playback when I saw Debbie standing in the doorway. She held two cocktails in her hands. "Finished yet?" she asked in her low and soothing voice.
Debbie was wearing a sheer orange dress that accented her olive skin impeccably. The plunging V of her neck line barely constrained her overflowing breasts. I wanted to dive into that cleavage. The way the fabric flowed and simultaneously clung about her body was a sight to behold. As she poured into the room and handed me one of the cocktails I didn't care what was in it. I wanted to be in her. I noted that she had closed the suite door and locked it so I was already plotting, but mindful because we were colleagues.
"Show me what you did." she asked. So I lined up the pix and track and hit the right button and the rough cut played.
After the grease pencil fade out Debbie said, "Let me see it again."
I obliged. As all good editors do, I watched Debbie's face, not the screen to gauge her reaction. It doesn't really matter what people say, it is the way they react that counts.
