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Calling In Sick

Looking out the back window of her house realizing just how beautiful the day was going to be, Jen begrudgingly got dressed for work. Things at the office had been very stressful as of late and her boss, Mr. Stone was constantly on her case. "I need this yesterday, Jen!" Every fifteen minutes, he needed something, at least it seemed that way. He was completely annoying and could be quite rude at times, it was a real shame given his good looks. Catching another glimpse of outside through the French doors in her living room, the emerging sun reflected off the pool in the backyard causing Jen to yearn for a day outside. She scrambled to find her heels, before pausing and looking once more. "You know what... Screw this, I'm staying home.” She said it as if someone was in the house to hear her. The pool and sun were beckoning her to stay, but what excuse could she use to get out of work? Seeking out her work-issued phone to call from, she decided she would simply call in and say that she felt under the weather. After all, it wasn't a lie; she wanted to be under the bright sun, and that is weather. Tapping on her phone’s contact list, finding D. Stone, pausing before hitting the phone icon. She honestly had no idea what Mr. Stone’s first name really was, people simply called him D. She knew it had something to do with a famous person’s name but could never figure it out. “Okay,” she said as she takes a deep breath. The phone rings several times before going to voice mail. Relief ...

... washes over Jen, realizing she doesn’t have to talk to her boss. Mustering up a sickly sounding voice she waits for the beep, “Mr. Stone, I won’t be able to make it in … cough … to the office. I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” Hanging up, the stress of the coming day disappeared. There was no point to continue the search for her heels, as now the goal was relaxation. After unzipping her skirt, it slid down her long, toned thighs and calves. Removing her blouse, she started to contemplate which bikini she would wear. She had purchased several a few months ago, for a future vacation that seemed to never actually get planned. Standing in her walk-in closet, she looked over the bikinis. As she unclasped her bra the phone rang. It was Mr. Stone, wanting to ruin her day off most likely. Answering in a puny voice once more, “Hello?” “Jen, I know you’re sick, but is it going to be possible for you to come in at all today? We need to get some of these documents out the door.” Mr. Stone’s voice seemed a bit compassionate, but still annoying. “I’m sorry… cough … I just don’t think I’m going to be able to make it. Can it wait till tomorrow?” Mr. Stone sighed and replied, “Yeah, I guess. We will make due, but I really need you in the office tomorrow.” “Yes, sir.” Hanging up the phone, she goes back to looking through her bikinis. Thinking to herself, if he only knew she was completely fine, standing there talking to him in just her panties, what would he think? Digging through the ...