off and tell them off good. They were not only going to hear what she had to say, but they were going to do something about it as well. The mismanagement of the company had gone on for too long. It was about time someone stood up to those lazy pigs upstairs.
There was a beep and the silver door on the elevator slid aside. Caroline almost stomped as she moved inside. Damn this place. "Biotech: The Future of Life." Bullshit. If this was the damned future, she wanted to die right now. A future like this held nothing for her. She had already missed out on a lot in life since she had started the job. It had been three years since she had been with anyone. Three whole years!
Caroline wanted to scream while tearing off her old faded dress and banging her head against the wall. She noticed for the first time she was not alone on the elevator.
Her traveling companion was tall, his brown hair carefully combed to display its fullness. Muscled arms and legs moved fluidly in a green t-shirt and loose blue exercise shorts. There was an orange gym bag slung over his shoulder.
Wait a minute, t-shirt, shorts, and a gym bag? Caroline did a double take. What was a person like that doing there? He looked like he should have been outside exercising instead of inside a large, biological engineering firm.
Her thoughts quickly went back to her problem. She saw herself banging her head against the brown plastic walls of the elevator, crying her eyes out, tearing at her well-worn dress, cursing the day she started working in the hell hole of a company. While she cried, she saw the man with the whiskered chin walk over and slowly gather her in his arms. He held her and rocked back and forth.
She was comforted by his strong yet gentle embrace. Caroline rested her cheek against his firm chest and let her hands slide around to his well-defined back and up his shirt. Slowly, she caressed along his spine while he rocked her. He moved his large hands to her shoulders to lower the torn garment down her body.
Her tits were exposed, erect, pressing against his body. She could feel his heart quicken in his chest and moistness begin to accumulate in her crotch. His lips pressed against hers. Sparks were ignited. Their tongues began to dance silently together, the taste driving them both to a shared bliss.
Caroline slid her hands slowly down his back, past his waist, to the rounded, firm buttocks in his exercise shorts. She squeezed both cheeks and he jumped a little. She giggled when she felt his reaction and a massive member in his shorts grew firm.
Caroline was so lost in her fantasy that she had forgotten all about her troubles again. She had forgotten about everything. So lost was she, in fact, that she didn't notice herself gravitating toward the man in the elevator. Or that her hand had slowly reached up behind him and firmly grabbed his muscled rear.
The man jumped, just like he had in Caroline's fantasy, except she wasn't pressed against him and didn't know if his member had firmed in his shorts. He turned his ice blue gaze down to her and smiled nervously, showing straight, pearly white teeth.
"You know I usually shake hands to greet someone, but that will do for a nice change."
Caroline gasped, her eyes growing wide with the realization of what she had just done. "Oh my God, sir, I am so sorry! Please forgive me I uh...oh, God, everything is just awful right now. I am really sorry."
His nervous smile melted into concern. "Oh, well, worse things have happened to me. At least you aren't a crazy girl who was trying to lick my toes."
Caroline was taken aback. "Has that ever happened to you?"
"Eh, on occasion."
"On occasion?"
"Don't worry about it, long story. So uh, what's wrong?"
Caroline sighed, "A lot of things, look, I don't want to talk about it."
The man put up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I understand. I had one of those days today, too.”
"Oh really? Did your best friend get fired? Did three-fourths of your department
There was a beep and the silver door on the elevator slid aside. Caroline almost stomped as she moved inside. Damn this place. "Biotech: The Future of Life." Bullshit. If this was the damned future, she wanted to die right now. A future like this held nothing for her. She had already missed out on a lot in life since she had started the job. It had been three years since she had been with anyone. Three whole years!
Caroline wanted to scream while tearing off her old faded dress and banging her head against the wall. She noticed for the first time she was not alone on the elevator.
Her traveling companion was tall, his brown hair carefully combed to display its fullness. Muscled arms and legs moved fluidly in a green t-shirt and loose blue exercise shorts. There was an orange gym bag slung over his shoulder.
Wait a minute, t-shirt, shorts, and a gym bag? Caroline did a double take. What was a person like that doing there? He looked like he should have been outside exercising instead of inside a large, biological engineering firm.
Her thoughts quickly went back to her problem. She saw herself banging her head against the brown plastic walls of the elevator, crying her eyes out, tearing at her well-worn dress, cursing the day she started working in the hell hole of a company. While she cried, she saw the man with the whiskered chin walk over and slowly gather her in his arms. He held her and rocked back and forth.
She was comforted by his strong yet gentle embrace. Caroline rested her cheek against his firm chest and let her hands slide around to his well-defined back and up his shirt. Slowly, she caressed along his spine while he rocked her. He moved his large hands to her shoulders to lower the torn garment down her body.
Her tits were exposed, erect, pressing against his body. She could feel his heart quicken in his chest and moistness begin to accumulate in her crotch. His lips pressed against hers. Sparks were ignited. Their tongues began to dance silently together, the taste driving them both to a shared bliss.
Caroline slid her hands slowly down his back, past his waist, to the rounded, firm buttocks in his exercise shorts. She squeezed both cheeks and he jumped a little. She giggled when she felt his reaction and a massive member in his shorts grew firm.
Caroline was so lost in her fantasy that she had forgotten all about her troubles again. She had forgotten about everything. So lost was she, in fact, that she didn't notice herself gravitating toward the man in the elevator. Or that her hand had slowly reached up behind him and firmly grabbed his muscled rear.
The man jumped, just like he had in Caroline's fantasy, except she wasn't pressed against him and didn't know if his member had firmed in his shorts. He turned his ice blue gaze down to her and smiled nervously, showing straight, pearly white teeth.
"You know I usually shake hands to greet someone, but that will do for a nice change."
Caroline gasped, her eyes growing wide with the realization of what she had just done. "Oh my God, sir, I am so sorry! Please forgive me I uh...oh, God, everything is just awful right now. I am really sorry."
His nervous smile melted into concern. "Oh, well, worse things have happened to me. At least you aren't a crazy girl who was trying to lick my toes."
Caroline was taken aback. "Has that ever happened to you?"
"Eh, on occasion."
"On occasion?"
"Don't worry about it, long story. So uh, what's wrong?"
Caroline sighed, "A lot of things, look, I don't want to talk about it."
The man put up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I understand. I had one of those days today, too.”
"Oh really? Did your best friend get fired? Did three-fourths of your department
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