Crisis under control
From Torg Adventure
I walked into the office with a mission: get done and out as soon as possible. I went straight to work dealing with the computer crisis. By 3 P.M., I had a handle on things, but it was going to take at least another day or so to sort out everything. I went to Ms. Chavez’ office.
I knocked on her door confidently, and I heard her say, “Come in.” I opened the door and walked in. Ms. Chavez was sitting at her desk, wearing a conservative blue woman’s suit with a white camisole underneath. It gave her a feminine, yet serious, look that was very effective. She was a good-looking middle-aged Hispanic woman, probably about my age or so, with shoulder-length brown hair, light brown skin, full lips, and nice tits and ass. I had furtively stolen glances at her whenever she walked past me in the hallway. At this moment, a worried, tense expression marred her good looks. “Hello, Mr. Thomas. What’s your progress on our little problem?”
“Well, I know pretty much what the problem is, but it’s going to take another day or so to correct it. I can at least get one of the databases running today, which should take some of the pressure off you from higher up in Corporate,” I reported.
She was noticeably relieved as a lot of the tension flowed out of her body. “Excellent. The Operations staff was telling me six to eight days, and Corporate would have had my ass in a sling. You’ve saved my butt.” Her gratitude was evident in her smooth tone of voice.
I smiled and said, “About that. Patty said you offered double vacation for every day it took to fix.”
“Yes, Mike. That’s what I told her. I’m assuming that, since you’re here, you accept the offer?” She had an almost sexy look on her face that I found very attractive.
“Why, yes. I think that will be very acceptable.” No sense in pushing my luck when the original package was so good.
Ms. Chavez grinned at me and stood up. Her skirt came to mid-thigh, showing off her long slim legs. “You could have come in here demanding all sorts of things, and I would have had to accept them. I’m very glad that you are being so reasonable.” As she talked, she walked around her desk toward the door. I could now see that she had no shoes on, probably slipped off under her desk for comfort. When she reached the door, she threw the lock. She turned back to me and sauntered closer. “As a thank you for being agreeable, I have an additional offer to make.” At this point, standing about two feet away, she unbuttoned her suit jacket, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. I could see that she was not wearing a bra under the camisole and that she was rather aroused, since her nipples were making little tents in the silky fabric.
How do I react?
