The court services building is a small squat older building that used to be a dentists office. It's gone through a lot of remodeling in the past without ever really getting set with a plan that is perfect. The city judge has an office there along with a secretarial staff to support him. There is also a front counter where the public comes to pay fines and things.
They decided early in the spring that they wanted to remodel yet again. The front counter wasn't quite right, and they wanted a wall knocked out to open the space up and make things a little less like a maze. While the construction was going on they decided that it would be a good time to upgrade all of their computers, so they called me.
It was Tina on the phone, "Hi Steve"
"Hi Tina, how are you?"
"I'm good, but you haven't been over here to visit us for a while."
"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't fix your computers so well." I said.
"So you're saying that the only reason you have to come over here is for our computers?"
I laughed and said that I would be right over.
The court services office has six people working in it, including James, the judge, although he is rarely there when I come by. He's in court sending all the slime ball criminal types to jail. The others are Tina, Mandy, Andie, and Cynthia.
Tina and Mandy do record keeping and are liaisons between the police and the court. Tina is a flirt, with a very outgoing, friendly personality, while Mandy is quieter, almost to the point of being shy. She is always friendly with me though, and I've felt myself get caught in her dark eyes more than once. Tina is short, about 5'3" with a soft rounded build. She might be a little overweight, but most of it comes out in luscious curves that catch the eye and hold it there, softly. She has short, dark hair and a very fair, almost translucent complexion. Mandy is darker. She must have some Mediterranean blood in her, with thick, dark, wavy hair, olive skin, and dark, dark eyes. I love her eyes. Some women, like Andie who I'll describe later, have eyes that flit around, never resting long on one thing, and then there are women like Mandy who have still, calm eyes that look deeper and pay more attention to things than others. She is short as well, being only slightly taller than Tina, but with a slimmer build that she likes to show off. She always wears nice business type clothes, but the skirts are tight and usually shorter than they are long, and she wears silky blouses that show lacey bits of clothing underneath or tight, form fitting sweaters. She's a beauty.
Andie is the receptionist at the front counter and also takes the money from people who come to pay fines. She's cute and fun, and a little bit like upper class trailer trash. She has bleach blond hair, usually wears too much makeup and has a voice that tends to squeak. Those are her faults, I suppose, but she's still a great looker and fun to be around. She has crystal blue eyes and a tight, firm body with smaller, pointy breasts that can usually be seen poking from beneath her shirt. I don't think she wears a bra. Her breasts are small enough that she doesn't really need one anyway.
And then there's Cynthia the office manager. She's older, perhaps in her late forties with hair starting to go gray that she usually keeps in a loose bun at her neck. She is tall, almost my height, with a finely shaped face with high cheekbones and slightly tilted green eyes. She has a slim body with legs that seem to go on and on. She must have taken dancing lessons at some point because she walks with a grace and poise that I find very attractive. I haven't ever seen much of her body except for her long legs because of the business clothes she wears, but I think it must be very well kept. She is that kind of person. She can even be slightly intimidating to the other girls. Everyone likes her, but sometimes behind her back they call her the dragon lady.
I walked into the front waiting area past some slime ball criminals waiting in line to pay fines and waved at Andie. She grinned and said, "Hi Steve." And then buzzed the automatic door lock to let me in.
I found Tina on the phone talking about some case. She grinned, waved, winked at me, and motioned me over to Mandy's desk.
Mandy looked up from a pile of forms and warrants and said, "Oh, hi Steve."
"Hi Mandy, how are you?"
She laughed, "Stressed! This remodeling is driving me crazy. Look at all this mess that I've got to get packed up by tomorrow."
I grinned at her. "Well I can help you there. If you're ready, I can pile all your computer stuff up and take it away and upgrade it for you."
"That'd be great. Do you need me to be out of the way while you work, or can I keep going through these warrants?"
I told her it would be fine if she stayed and then I got to work. I unplugged everything first and wrapped the cables together and marked them with an M, all except for her network cable. It plugged into the wall somewhere behind her desk and I couldn't quite reach it. I just left it on the floor for the moment and packed everything else out to the van.
When I came back in, she was back at her desk concentrating on her files. I said, "Do you mind if I crawl under your desk for a second?" She looked up at me with sort of a surprised look on her face and then we made eye contact. It was a long look that ended with her blushing and stammering out, "Um, uh, sure… oh sorry."
She moved back her chair and sat there watching. I tried moving the desk first, but some genius had bolted the thing to the wall. So I knelt down and crawled under her desk. I reached up and back against the wall trying to find the end of the network cable, but it was pretty dark and there wasn't much room between the desk and the wall. I finally ended up lying on my back and squeezing my arm up, but when I felt the plug in the jack, I didn't have enough room to move my fingers and unplug it.
I looked up from under the desk, and was about to ask Mandy if she had a flashlight when I noticed something that just about took my breath away. Mandy was wearing a light gray, tight skirt which had hiked up slightly as she sat and worked. She had what I thought were white nylons on, but now I found that they were in fact stockings. Her legs were slightly parted, and I could see the tops of her stockings up near her crotch, which naturally drew my eyes to her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties, and through the neatly trimmed fuzz of her pubic hair I could see her beautiful pink lips with the little tip of her clitoris peeking out.
I don't know how long I stared. It felt like a long time. Long enough for my cock to jump and start hardening between my legs.
