Fuck! Shit Fucking Shit! I screamed over the top of my morning alarm, which was ringing for the fourth time this morning as I frantically tried to get myself as presentable for the monotonous shithouse that is my job. I work in tech support, I know what you’re thinking, why haven’t I committed suicide yet? My answer to that is in a single name. Eliza Silvey. Eliza was literally the only reason I got out of bed in the morning, the reason that I sit through thirty minutes of thick peak hour traffic to and from work. Seeing her angelic face was enough to keep me positive that I would rather work as a telephone operator for idiots than flip burgers at McDonald’s.

Signing in at the front desk, I catch the fragrant smell of Eliza’s familiar perfume and turn around just in time to admire her from head to toe, her long blonde hair framing her gorgeous face, which complimented the generous amount of cleavage on display, her tits were a perfect D and being showed off in a tight black dress that also wrapped around her ass nicely and ended just above the knee. She looked as sexy as ever today, and I felt the need to tell her so. Her heels clicked straight past me as I waited for the right time that never came and before I knew it, I was watching her delicious behind continue down the corridor.

“Ahem” Blocking my view, a person stepped in the way of my vision. Looking up into the face of a demon, I realised it was my boss, Greg.
“Hi Greg, just signing in” I said.
“Why bother? You’re almost 20 minutes late, you may as well go home”
Oh trust me, I would if I could, “Sorry boss, won’t happen again”
“It better not”.