It was the middle of a beautiful October in Toronto, but me and Michelle had been missing it. I started my own business last year and had been working my ass off doing all of the annoying little things involved in starting a business. She started a new job last month and it had been stressing her out to the point of despair. Her boss was an asshole and she hadn't been able to make any friends at the office yet.
"I'd really like to give that boss of hers a good smack," I often thought.
It was a Wednesday and I'd worked 9 days straight. Michelle was exhausted from working overtime and I could see the dread on her face as she walked out for work that morning as if it was half a desert away. As soon as the door slammed shut, so did any chance of me going to work that day. I decided to take a suck day, I mean, a sick day. In my opinion I'd earned it and since I was the boss, my opinion was the only opinion.
I watched The Bourne Identity and waited until lunchtime. Michelle had told me that she was eating her lunches by herself in her office so I knew I would find her there. She had her own little office already and I was proud of her for that. Michelle often got what she wanted and my cock was often the lucky recipient of that virtue.
They had strict rules about guests there and I couldn't just walk in, take her panties off and start eating her pussy. However, since Michelle was new, nobody knew who I was or what I looked like. So I had that going for me. I had no clue what was going to happen but I knew I would find a way.
Earlier that day I had stopped by my own office and borrowed the janitor's uniform. Everyone saw me and that made it pretty obvious that I wasn't sick, but I didn't give a fuck and I was in a hurry.
I paid half a fortune for parking, put my disguise in a bag and was off for the 11th floor. Pleased with myself, I walked out the elevator and through the front door only find a janitor vacuuming the floor.
"Fuck," I thought.
I turned off the janitor's vacuum and smiled at him as if I was about to sell him shit he didn't need.
"Hello Phil, my name is Walter Gustafson and I'm with human resources. I hate to interrupt you while you're doing such a fine job, but I would like to have a word with you for a second. Would that be okay?"
"Sure," replied Phil.
I told Phil he had the day off and sent him home. Most people don't ask questions when you've told them they can stop vacuuming for the rest of the day. I changed into my gear, borrowed Phil's vacuum and was off for Michelle's office.
I walked in and saw Michelle hunched over her desk, staring into nowhere and wolfing down her tuna pasta salad. She looked up glassy-eyed and smiled when she recognized me. She had one of her paintings on the wall, a clock, a nice big window behind her and this poster of some douche on the wall. The man in the poster was pointing and it read, "I'm watching you." She noticed me staring at it and said it was her boss.
"Everyone has one those in their office," she said.
I looked back at her.
"Hi babe," I said smiling mischievously as I forget about the poster.
I locked the door and took off the janitor's uniform, giving her the "shhh" sign with my finger as she froze, leaving her fork hovering in front of her open mouth. I went over to her, got on my knees and turned her chair towards me. She didn't know what to think at that point. Maybe she was scared. Maybe she was tired. Maybe she thought I was going to propose or something.
I looked into her pretty eyes and began to rub my hands up and down her thighs, squeezing them gently. I loved rubbing her legs and it always helped her relax.
"Baby, you're going to get me in trouble," she said anxiously.
"Don't worry my love. The circus is out to lunch," I said.
