Exposed at the Office - Sex Stories

Exposed at the Office

... ugly duckling become a swan. I looked glamorous. Elegant. Confident. Ready. I couldn't wait for Monday. The day that would change my life.

MONDAY

I am awake early. I shower, wash my hair, shave everywhere, and make sure I'm ready. I spend ages on my makeup: lots of eyeliner and mascara, teasing my lashes out with the special brushes I bought; deep red on the lips. I spritz with the expensive scent, and feel an intoxicating rush as the heady aroma fills my tiny bedroom. Then I dress, pulling on my panties before peeling the silky stockings up my legs. I check and recheck the back seam, making sure it's straight. Then I wrap the skirt around my waist, holding the layers against myself and tying the neat ribbon bow on my hip. Then the bra, which pushes my breasts together and up, giving me a cleavage that otherwise I would lack, and accentuating my figure. Then the blouse. It feels a bit revealing to show my shoulders, but I keep repeating "confidence" in my head to convince myself it's the right choice. The blouse is tight when I do the five buttons up across my front, the top button only just above the line of my bra. A gold chain around my neck creates a neat angle with the plunging neckline, acting like an invitation arrow to check out the figure that the underwear has given me. Earrings in, hair brushed and sprayed and tucked back into a new black claw grip, and time for a final check: yes. I look great. I'm sure I will create quite the impression.

I take the bus ...

... to work as usual. I want to call a cab, but my shopping spree has left me all but broke, so I use my normal mode of transport. But somehow it feels different. Whereas normally I am anonymous, a face in the crowd, unnoticed by others, today I can feel eyes following me wherever I go. Men - and some women - stop in their tracks and watch me pass. Their eyes trace up and down my body, not in contempt like Mr Daniels at my appraisal, but in admiration. My expensive heels click against the paving slabs as I make the way to my bus stops. I'm not used to walking in them, and totter occasionally as I struggle to balance, but I style it out and affect total confidence and poise. I'm even starting to convince myself.

The bus arrives, and I climb aboard, squeezing past commuters and shoppers to find a space. There's nowhere to sit, so I stand and hold the handrail, balancing precariously on my heels, feeling a little anxious but also so proud of myself. I'm going to be a hit in the office! They're going to be so impressed...maybe I'll even be asked to help with the client meeting?

The bus lurches suddenly, and I catch the smell of scorched engine oil. Looking around, I see black smoke pouring from the engine compartment at the back.

"Sorry folks!" calls the driver. "Everyone off. We'll need an engineer. The company will send another bus, but it'll be half an hour or so before it gets here."

Shit. I look at my watch, and get my bearings. I'm due at work in fifteen minutes; I ...