Here it is 7:00 Friday night and I am still stuck at work. Since I started this new account I have been in this place no less than twelve hours each day. Fridays used to be my favorite day of the week. After a stressful long week I would always be out on the town on Friday night letting loose of all of my stress. Now I am working too late, all of my friends are already out and half tipsy by time I even leave this place. Plus I am too tired to even think about going anywhere. I am really starting to hate this place.
I just have a couple of copies to make and I can get out of here. I didn't quite realize just how spooky this big building was until I got stuck being the only one in it so late. Usually there are a couple of people here late, but with it being Friday I guess everyone got out of here on time.
The copy room is way back in the corner of the building. There are no windows and it is away from everything. If I didn't need to have this done by tonight I would really wait to make these copies until Monday. Anyone could come in here and do whatever they want and nobody would ever know. Some of the security guards around here are pretty creepy. At least the one on duty tonight is about ninety years old. He couldn't do a whole lot if he tried.
The damn copier jammed again. I can't believe my luck lately. I always have to tear this stupid machine apart trying to dig out a paper jam. With all of this company makes it would seem they could invest in some decent copiers. All of a sudden I got this really weird feeling. A feeling like someone is watching me. I don't even want to turn around to see if there is somebody there. I am bent over this machine with my ass in the air. With this skirt I have on I am sure my ass is showing. Even though I have no life at this time I still dress like I do. I am the first one to admit that I really enjoy the attention I get.
As I stand I slowly turn my head. I see the figure of a man out of the corner of my eye and I about crap myself. "You scared the shit out of me," I yelled. It was Sheldon Sloan. He is the hottest guy in the company. Every woman has tried to get him and he has turned everyone down. The rumor is he is gay. Nobody knows whether it is true or not. He doesn't walk the walk or talk the talk, but he is immaculate. He always has on the nicest clothes, and never has a hair out of place.
"I finally have the answer to the question you asked me earlier," he grinned. It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about. I had a problem earlier that was handled by his department. "I totally forgot about that," I said. "You know you really shouldn't sneak up on people this late at night," I said as I threw a balled up piece of paper at him.
"I really didn't expect you to be here, I was just going to leave a note on your desk I was startled myself when I got up here and seen there was someone still here. I guess you are like me lately and have no personal life but this place," he said. "Don't remind me, I like to pretend that I still have this wonderful social life like I had back in the good old days," I told him.
"Would you like some help with that," he asked. "Well I could use some, I am not getting anywhere with it," I told him. As he slid past to look at the copier his midsection brushed against my ass. It felt like he really has a nice package. I have always been curious about that. You can tell he has a real nice ass, but he always wears dress pants and you can't get a good view of the package. Just thinking about it sends chills up my spine. I really need to get some relief. I can not believe how a simple brush against has me getting all excited.
"There it is fixed, give me what you want copies of," he said. As I handed him the papers I realized I was staring right at his crotch. Oh my God I can not believe I am acting like this. I know I must be bright red from the embarrassment. I sure hope he didn't realize where I was looking. I guess that is like when guys talk to me and stare at my breasts. I have never caught myself doing it to a guy before.