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nladisha

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Esmeralda arrived as she usually did on a Friday morning, at 7:45, so she could catch the elevator up to her office floor and get her cubicle set up for another day at the office. She walked with a slight bounce in her step. At 24, she was still young and full of energy. It showed in that she was not embarrassed to flaunt her youthful body, the way many of the older women became more modest as they aged. Esmeralda wore 3" stiletto heels and a tight fitting skirt with a matching coat that brought out her sleek and slender figure. Her shirt fit tightly over flat, taunt stomach, and showcased (or rather, barely contained) her enormous 38 E breasts. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail which complimented her evenly tanned skin. She strode into the elevator, and took her usual spot in the corner. She smiled a hello at all her fellow commuters who rode the same car at the same time, every Monday through Friday.​
 
Joseph stood in the back of the elevator, a sleek black briefcase in his left hand. The 49 year-old wondered why one of the younger guys was holding the door open. Then when Esmeralda walked in, he knew. Wanted to get close to those tits, he mused silently.

Then again, he couldn't blame him.

Joseph ran his free hand through his short, dark hair. A hint of gray was starting to show on each side, but that didn't matter. It showed maturity and character. After all, he kept his 6'3" body in shape. Most men his age can't say the same thing.

He watched as the young man who had held the door open for Esmeralda tried to make conversation with her. Poor sap. He thought he had a chance with her. Many guys here thought the same thing, that they could smooth talk their way into her bedroom. Joseph couldn't help but smile. She was very attractive, he would give her that. But she also knew it, and wasn't afraid of showing off, judging by her outfit, and more specifically, her top.

The smile was still on his face as they got to their floor, and the door opened. He would head straight to his corner office, a straight shot from the elevator and past all of the cubicles.
 
Esmeralda was polite and cordial with the other workers, even the young man, about her age, who was trying to hit up on her. He was cute - in a boyish sort of way. But Esmeralda was a woman, and while little boys were charming and endearing, she wanted something a bit more manly. Now Joseph - there was something manly. Esmeralda had always felt a bit uncomfortable around her own age group when it came to sex. Most guys her age were too immature for her. Younger guys were okay - until they started getting uppity and fancied themselves more experienced and mature than they really were. Besides, Esmeralda had a younger brother, so younger men stimulated her natural maternal instincts - much to thier embarassment. Older men, like Joseph, however; were different. They were by far more handsome, more masculine, and so much more mature. Instead of feeling she had to take care of them, Esmeralda felt they could take care of her. Of course, that was all a fantasy. Esmeralda never had a lover more than a few days older than herself, and that was because he showed a bit more maturity than normal and didn't look and act like a child pretending to be a man. But she sure wanted to take an older lover. She often thought of Joseph late at night, wondering what his hands would feel like on her breasts and her stomach. As she exited the elevator, she brushed past him and gave her usual "good morning" smile. To anyone else, this was routine, as Esmeralda always was bright and cheerful toward her co-workers. But for Esmeralda, this smile for this particular man was the closest she could come to flirting in a crowded, politically charged office.
 
Upon her smiling at him, Joseph returned the favor and gave a friendly smile back. He had long ago noticed one thing about her. Most women had just a nice smile, but Esmeralda's was... attractive. It stood out from the rest.

He unlocked the door to his office and hit the light switch upon entering. He sat his briefcase down on the floor, beside his desk, then hit the 'Enter' key on his keyboard to wake up his computer. He had several new emails awaiting his eyes, according to the notification on the screen. And he had a phone call to make.

To avoid the noise of the cubicles, he went to close the door, and saw Esmeralda getting herself situated at her workstation. For a very brief moment, he watched as she moved around. Her sleek figure was graceful, her huge breasts moving along at their own pace, it seemed. Man, what it would be like to see those things, he thought.

Before getting too caught up in the moment, he snapped out of it and closed the door. Time to get to work.

An hour later, with his coat off, the phone call made, and halfway through his emails, he came across a message that required him to look through the files of the company server. It was a document that he knew Esmeralda and other members had worked on, but he couldn't find the proper folder it was saved in. Picking up the phone, he dialed her extension. "Esmeralda, can you come to my office please? I need to know where you saved the Williams Bros. account goals information."
 
Joseph was a worker just like Esmeralda was, but because he was older, he got a private office, higher pay, and a leadership position. Yet it wasn't the power, money and position Esmeralda liked about him (if he was 20 years younger or a woman, Esmeralda would have loathed him). She dutifully came to his office, not merely because she had to or because she wanted to play the part of a loyal worker, but because she genuinely liked to see him.

"How can I help you?" she asked, closing the door behind her and sitting down on one of the chairs in front of Joseph's desk. Without thinking, she reached to adjust one of her bra straps that had shifted as her oversized boobs shook inside a garment that was too small to fully contain them.
 
He gave her another polite, friendly smile as she entered. Her feminine figure seemed to enhance his surroundings, and gave him a warm feeling. That feeling seemed to be emphasized as he watched her adjust her bra strap. He was more than happy to wait until she finished doing so. Again, he had to watch himself from getting caught staring. After all, he had worked his tail off to get where he was at. To see it go down the drain over a sexual harassment issue would've been devastating.

"Yes, I was just wondering where on the company server did you save the Williams Bros. account goals information. I looked through several different spots, but can't seem to find it." His eyes darted from her, to his computer monitor. Another couple of mouse clicks, and he shook his head. "Can you show me, please?"
 
"Let me see," Esmeralda said, coming around to Joseph's side of the desk. She knelt down next to him, and started looking. After ten minutes, she came up with nothing. "That's wierd," she said. "I could have sworn I had them put here when we were done. Maybe IT moved them or something. It has been a while... I still have the base data, so if we don't have time to search the whole server, we can recompile them." Of course, that might mean Esmeralda would have to stay late, on a Friday of all days.
 
He moved his chair only a few inches to one side, giving her enough room to move her arms and hands as she worked the keyboard and mouse. Being together in his office, with no other people around, and with her kneeling next to him, he could easily smell what he thought had to be her perfume. Not too much, but just right, he thought. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he said, "Take a moment and use the search feature on my computer. If you remember the name of the file, type it in and maybe we'll find it that way."
 
"Good God, if somebody deleted that..." muttered Esmeralda. She hesitated when Joseph touched her. She relaxed a bit under his touch - the mere thought of him being so close to her and having physical contact with her was thrilling. Then she returned to the task at hand. It was so easy, why hadn't she thought of it. She brought up the search function and typed in what she remembered as the name of the file. It took the system almost 10 minutes to comb through its records before turning up empty.

"Either it's been deleted, or somebody changed the name of it," she fumed, tensing up. "I should have had another look at it, just to make sure no one messed with it. This is just great. What are we supposed to do; go through each file and see which one it is?"
 
"My meeting is Monday afternoon, and I'd like to have that information ready," he said. She seemed frustrated by her search coming up empty. But who could blame her? He felt that way many times when he was working his way up within the company at her age, and things didn't always go his way. Files mysteriously disappearing, computers going down, and people receiving promotions they didn't deserve were just among some of the things that got under his skin.

His hand had remained on her shoulder, and sensing her frustration, gave it a gentle squeeze. He even unintentionally felt her bra strap through the thin material of her top. But then he turned serious. "Come by my office at four, if you're schedule is free at that time. Bring the following documents with you," he ordered, and listed off several of the things she'll need to bring with her at that time. "With any luck, we'll be out of here by around six or six-thirty. That way, your Friday night won't be ruined."
 
As though on command, all the attack helicopters fired at once in a single salvo. Alexander could hear them. He could hear them swooping down upon the burning air base, strafing it with machinegun fire, missiles, and rockets. He really didn't have a chance to see anything - the cop was pulling him along behind her as they ran away. Then again, he didn't want to see anything. The dead lay everywhere - literally. Cannon shells had tore them apart. Those people who were still alive were struggling to get away. They stumbled over the wounded - the few lucky enough to get hit only with flying debris and shell fragments - leaving them to thier fate. Those moving too slow were pitched to the ground and trampled by more rutheless members of the crowd struggling to save thier own skins. It was survival of the fitest now.

Being in track, Alexander could hold his own pace. The police woman was in pretty good shape too. Alexander stayed close to her. He could easily keep pace with her - maybe even pull ahead - but she had a gun, and something told him that was going to come in handy really soon.

There were a few more explosions ahead of them, not from the air base. What looked like a cloud appeared in the sky from the west. "Holy shit!" he gasped, the first thing he'd said since the attack really began. He reached around, hooked his arm around the police woman, and pulled her down to the ground; just as the cloud materialized into more escort helicopters, this time guiding a huge group of gigantic, two rotored transport helicopters (like Chinooks on steroids) and an even bigger group of attack helicopters (another Russian model - Hinds, Alexander thought) with small passenger compartments behind thier cockpits. They roared overhead toward the air base, probably - as Alexander realized - to land some sort of attack team.

"This isn't happening," Alexander said to no one in particular. "This can't be happening! It shouldn't be! It can't be!"
 
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