Niah
Star
- Joined
- Jun 4, 2010
Zoey Lines walked back and forth around the empty office block, her heels echoing off the expensive wooden floor. Her boss was making her work late tonight and she had so many tasks to do, that the young woman was worried about completing them all. Every time that she finished one, the list just seemed to increase that bit more. It didn't help that almost every important piece of paperwork that she needed, was situated in a different part of the bloody building! "Why can't anyone learn to file properly?!" She whispered to herself in an annoyed fashion. Once again she found herself searching around aimlessly, before finally coming across what she needed. Zoey then marched back to her boss' office and closed the door behind her.
The woman hadn't even had chance to go home and change into something more comfortable. It was already dark outside and normally at this time she was snuggled up on her sofa, in a nice comfy pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt. However instead she was here, working her ass off in her awkward work clothes. A tight black pencil skirt that reached down to just above the knees and went up to just below her breasts. Along with a white shirt that also fit snugly, which was tucked into said skirt. The buttons on her blouse were undone slightly, providing an attractive cleavage for her size thirty-four D breasts. The outfit in general clung to her body, which only accentuated her figure. Then to top it all off; there were the smart black heels that were beginning to hurt her feet.
Zoey had just turned twenty-five and was mixed race, her mother was Korean and her father was white. She had dark brown eyes, long straight brunette hair and pale, milky white skin. Her Asian features were softened slightly by her father's Caucasian DNA, but she was still a pretty woman. Zoey exhaled a sigh as she attempted to arrange all of her work into some sort of order. It wasn't that she disliked this job. I mean she was given the opportunity to work alongside some of the most powerful business men and women in town. However she'd be lying if she said that it wasn't challenging at times. Her boss knew what she wanted and had a set of standards that Zoe had to adhere by. As if things weren't stressful enough, she had the added pressure of her boss' son. A teenager full of raging hormones who had already made several suggestive moves on her.
Zoey had to admit, she had been quite flattered and found the young man very attractive. However he was barely legal and the son of her boss! There was too much at stake for her go messing around, she didn't want to get fired! Zoey gave an exasperated sound of frustration. She was stood with her back to the office door and placed her hands on the wooden table. Zoey leaned over the desk slightly, her eyes scanning through the paperwork. She refused to sit, knowing her luck she'd just get comfortable before realizing that she needed to get back up in order to retrieve something else. So for now she remained like this, double checking that all of her necessary documents were in one place finally.
The woman hadn't even had chance to go home and change into something more comfortable. It was already dark outside and normally at this time she was snuggled up on her sofa, in a nice comfy pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt. However instead she was here, working her ass off in her awkward work clothes. A tight black pencil skirt that reached down to just above the knees and went up to just below her breasts. Along with a white shirt that also fit snugly, which was tucked into said skirt. The buttons on her blouse were undone slightly, providing an attractive cleavage for her size thirty-four D breasts. The outfit in general clung to her body, which only accentuated her figure. Then to top it all off; there were the smart black heels that were beginning to hurt her feet.
Zoey had just turned twenty-five and was mixed race, her mother was Korean and her father was white. She had dark brown eyes, long straight brunette hair and pale, milky white skin. Her Asian features were softened slightly by her father's Caucasian DNA, but she was still a pretty woman. Zoey exhaled a sigh as she attempted to arrange all of her work into some sort of order. It wasn't that she disliked this job. I mean she was given the opportunity to work alongside some of the most powerful business men and women in town. However she'd be lying if she said that it wasn't challenging at times. Her boss knew what she wanted and had a set of standards that Zoe had to adhere by. As if things weren't stressful enough, she had the added pressure of her boss' son. A teenager full of raging hormones who had already made several suggestive moves on her.
Zoey had to admit, she had been quite flattered and found the young man very attractive. However he was barely legal and the son of her boss! There was too much at stake for her go messing around, she didn't want to get fired! Zoey gave an exasperated sound of frustration. She was stood with her back to the office door and placed her hands on the wooden table. Zoey leaned over the desk slightly, her eyes scanning through the paperwork. She refused to sit, knowing her luck she'd just get comfortable before realizing that she needed to get back up in order to retrieve something else. So for now she remained like this, double checking that all of her necessary documents were in one place finally.