The e-mail showing my pay stub was obviously wrong. The amount was substantially higher than my normal pay, more than double. I checked my account balance and confirmed the amount deposited.
Shit! This is going to be a problem.
I contacted my supervisor and was told to contact the payroll department directly. I sent them an e-mail outlining the issue. I received a reply back informing me to come to the Accounting Department at five o'clock to see Ms. Reebeck.
As I stepped out of the elevator I was surprised by the posh surroundings. It was a large, open and expansive area free of cubicles behind the large reception counter. Along the back were a row of offices with opaque glass, each with large windows exposing a great view of the city. The tile floor led to the counter and was replaced by thick, luxuroius carpet to the offices beyond. It was a far cry from the decor of the lower levels, never mind the factory level where I spent my days.
As I approached the reception counter I was greeted by a tall blonde with a beautiful smile and blue eyes. She stood up and eyed me up and down as I reached the desk. She leaned forward and put her arms on the desk, placing her large breasts on top of them. The button on her top strained to hold back the large amount of cleavage being displayed as she grinned at me.
"You must be here to see Ms. Reebeck," she stated.
"Yes, I am," I replied with a smile.
Wow, what a great rack.
"Would you like to have a seat?" she asked as she gestured to a row of chairs along the wall.
"No thanks, I'm fine right here," I replied with a grin.
She smiled and looked me over again, her blue eyes twinkling.
"So, you work on the factory floor," she said. "We don't see you fellows up here."
"No, we seldom go into the office areas," I replied as I struggled to keep contact with her eyes instead of the large valley of creamy flesh in front of me.
"Hmm, too bad," she said as she reached one hand out. She grabbed the lapel of my work shirt and pulled it away slightly, exposing my chest hair. Her fingers rubbed the material as her eyes scanned across my chest. Her hand fell away and she held it out towards me.
"Can I see your hand?" she asked.
I put my hand out to hers and watched her fingers run over my hand and wrist. She moved it up my exposed forearm and gently squeezed the muscles.
"Hmm, you seem strong," she purred as her eyes returned to mine.
We were interrupted by the sudden buzzing of the phone on the desk. She stood and quickly grabbed the receiver.
"Yes, he is here," she spoke. "Would like me to bring him in now?"
She glanced at me with a sly smile as she spoke again. "Yes, he is," she giggled.
"Follow me," she instructed as she put the phone down and gestured to the row of offices.
I watched her shapely hips sway as she strolled across the floor on her stiletto heels. She glanced back to catch me watching her ass and flashed a big smile as we stopped in front of the last office doorway. She put her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
"Nice to meet you," she purred. "Hopefully we can meet again, outside of the office."
"Anytime you like," I replied as her hand travelled down my back and came to rest on my ass.
With a gentle squeeze of her hand, she whispered again. "Oh, I will be in touch."
She smiled and slowly walked away, making sure my eyes followed the sway of her ass wrapped in the grey pencil skirt.
Oh, she's fucking hot!
I turned and entered the office. It was a huge space with large windows, two couches, a few chairs and a huge oak desk. I stood and waited for the invitation to enter. A voice called out from a small open door to the left of the desk.
"Come in and close the door," she instructed. "I will be right out."
I closed the door and stood waiting by the couches. Images of the tall blonde ran through my head, causing a stirring in my pants as her ass swayed and her cleavage burst forth in the movie in my mind.
"Well, hello there," I heard as the movie suddenly stopped and I came back to reality.
I looked up to see a tall, curvy brunette in her fifties standing in front of me. Her long hair draped over her shoulders and the blue-rimmed glasses fit her pretty face perfectly. Her tailored black jacket was open, revealing ample cleavage in the white blouse underneath. A snug black skirt hugged her curvy hips and ended just above the knee. Below the hem were slender and shapely legs covered in black stockings and feet clad in black stiletto heels.
Wow.
The stirring in my pants did not decrease and I noticed her eyes drop down to my crotch. I put my hand out and smiled.
"Hi, I am glad to meet you," I offered.
"I can see that," she giggled as she took my hand. "I'm Andrea."
As we shook hands I marvelled at her long, slender fingers and the perfectly manicured long nails. She wore numerous rings, except for the wedding finger on her left hand. It was bare.
"Take a seat, young man," she instructed as she gestured to the couch. "Let's chat about this issue you seem to have."
I sat down on the soft leather and sank comfortably into the cushion.
"It's the end of the day," she continued. "So you can have a drink with me while we talk."
I watched her as she went to the bar and mixed us each a drink. I studied her shapely curves as she stood with her back to me. She turned, tossed her long hair and gave me a big smile as she handed me the glass.
Why does she look so familiar?
She sat on the couch opposite me and crossed her legs. As a result, her skirt rode up and exposed her inner thighs, clad in black stockings. She moved her right foot until the stiletto heel was hanging from her toes and dangled it as she spoke.
"I understand you received an overpayment on your pay," she stated. "Is that true?"
"Yes," I answered. "It's far more than normal."
"Maybe you got a pay increase?" she suggested. "For doing such good work."
"I wasn't told of anything," I replied. "I don't think so."
"Maybe someone feels you deserve a bonus... or a promotion, perhaps?"
"I don't know anything about that," I said.
"Hmm, interesting isn't it?" she questioned. "We are always looking for the right people to advance in our company, maybe someone thinks you are a good candidate for management training?"
I shrugged in reply. I had never heard of anyone from the factory moving upstairs.
She sipped her drink as her heel dangled from her foot. She dipped her toes downward, allowing the shoe to fall to the carpet.
"Would you get that for me?" she asked.
I moved down to pick up her shoe as she uncrossed her legs slowly. My eyes were drawn to the exposed thighs as she did so and I caught a glimpse of the top of the stockings. Nestled between them there was no material visible, just a bare, slick pussy. I looked up to see her smiling.
"Maybe you can take my other shoe off as well," she suggested.
She lifted her leg and placed her foot in front of my face, exposing her pussy even more. I had a clear view as I slowly removed the shoe. I cradled her foot in my hand for a moment, running my fingers over her toes.
"You have beautiful feet," I said.
"Maybe you could rub them for me?" she offered. "I do feel a little... tense."
I began to massage her foot, pushing my thumb into the sole. She moaned as my thumb travelled around and lay her head back with her eyes closed. I gently rubbed her toes, each one getting its own share of attention. I put her foot down and picked up the other, massaging it as she groaned.
She jerked suddenly as I hit a tender spot just below the ball of her foot and let out a whimper.
Why is that sound familiar?
I rubbed and slowly leaned closer to her foot. I could see her shiny slit glistening between the black stockings. I took her toes into my mouth and gently sucked. I was rewarded with a loud moan and a parting of her thighs. My hand slid up past her slender ankle and cradled her calf as my mouth worked on her toes. I slowly moved in and slid my hand up under her knee.
Her hands appeared on her thighs and I watched as they slowly pulled the hem of her skirt higher. I began kissing my way up her leg and past her knee. She responded by spreading her legs further apart and wiggling down the cushion towards me. I caught the faint aroma of her womanly scent as I reached the top of the stocking. I felt her hand on my head as I pushed her legs apart with my hands and put my face between her legs.