Leslie sat on the couch and looked at her living room. It was gorgeous. It had been beige when she moved in, but she was not a beige sort of girl. She had selected a beautiful shade of apricot, and painted the place herself. It had been a lot of work, work which she did not particularly enjoy. She had had to skip part of the wall behind her entertainment center, it was just too awkward to move. But that was her little secret. The room had ended up looking great, so much better than beige. It lifted her spirits to come home and bask in its color.
At least that was true on most days. Today was different, it had not been a good day. Leslie had woken up lonely, which in itself was not that unusual. She had ended a fairly serious relationship a few months before, and she missed having someone to care for and who cared for her. She usually didn't let it bother her. Instead, she just worked harder at her job with IBM. Hard enough that she didn't have time to dwell on her feelings. It wasn't hard to do. She was responsible for rolling out a new software package to sites all around the world. There were always problems that needed to be solved. She could have worked 24 hours a day and not gotten everything done. Instead, she choose to work about 12. But working her ass off for IBM was only tolerable if the work was fun and she felt appreciated. Neither of those had happened today.
Leslie's woes had started off early that morning. It seemed that Linda, an old manager of her's, was going to be returning to her department. Leslie really did not like Linda. It had been a wonderful day when Linda left. She had actually felt sick to her stomach when the announcement was made. To make matters worse, it had not been decided exactly what Linda's new role was going to be. So Leslie got to worry about it until it was decided. She just knew they were going to make her work for Linda again. It was not a pleasant thought.
The afternoon had not been any better. Another announcement, this time arriving by email. It seemed that Shelly was being promoted to manager. Leslie felt the anger and indignation rise up in her as she read the mail. Leslie had let it be know that she was interested in that position. She also knew that no one was working nearly as hard as she was. She had poured her heart and soul out to do this job. She worked insane hours. She let it destroy her personal life and tear up her relationships. She did all this, and ultimately IBM didn't give a fuck. Nobody gave a fuck.
At that point Leslie had started surfing the internet. She had decided she was not doing any more work for IBM that day. It had been her silent protest. She had eventually ended up on a site full of erotic stories. Erotica was not something she normally read, she never had the time. But today it had been what she wanted. She had been vaguely aware that she was violating some company policy by visiting that site from work, but that sure as hell hadn't stopped her today. The company could go and screw itself.
Leslie had found herself drawn to the more extreme stories. In real life she was not into the tie me up and spank me stuff. Well, at least not usually. But today it had been what she wanted to read. After a few stories she found herself really excited, sitting in her office chair in soaking panties. She had briefly wondered if anyone at IBM had written a policy forbidding masturbating in the restrooms, though she had quickly dismissed that idea. She was far too professional for that, even if she was pissed. She had just crossed her legs, and read another story.
"Are you coming?" a voice had boomed from behind her.
Leslie had spun around, horror on her face. She had opened her mouth to answer but could find no words.
"Sorry to scare you," Bob had laughed. He was an office mate from 2 cubes down. "We are supposed to be in that meeting about the Tokyo roll out in 2 minutes."
"Sure, I'll be right there," Leslie had replied, feeling the relief wash over her. "Thank God that site didn't have any pictures on it," she had thought, "or my ass would be toast."
Leslie had arrived at the meeting right as it was about to start. Bob began speaking but she couldn't get into what he was saying. She just wanted to go home. The excitement from her reading had passed quickly. Now she was simply stuck in a boring meeting in wet panties. Finally it was over. Leslie was the first one to leave. She didn't even go back to her cube. Instead she walked outside, and drove home.
Leslie had walked into her house and glanced at the clock. 4:15 PM. "When was the last time I got home so early?" she had asked herself. She couldn't remember. She had made herself a drink and slowly consumed it as she walked around her house.
Now Leslie was sitting on her couch, in her beautiful apricot living room, wishing the color and brightness would work their magic spell. But no magic came forth. At first she only knew that she was sad, but as she closed her eyes and reflected upon herself, she realized that she was lonely.
Leslie walked over to her computer to see who was around. Perhaps talking with someone would make her feel better. No one she was really close to was there. Charles was online. He was a guy that she had chatted with before, but never met.
"Hi there," she typed, and sent it to him. He answered and they chatted a while, but it didn't do much to make her feel better. She wanted to talk with a real person, face to face. Computer chat was a poor substitute for that.
Leslie toyed with the idea of inviting him over. At first she dismissed the thought. He would just think she wanted to screw him. Then an idea came to her. A way she could do it with out committing to anything.
