Justine rubbed her eyes before returning her attention to her tablet. It was only fifteen minutes before the end of the day and she was anxious to head over to the gym for a few hours of misery just to keep her figure.

She flipped the screen over and scanned down the numbers. They were all within the acceptable ranges but she went over them again to verify before putting her thumb on the corner of the page and sending her approval.

The page disappeared with an annoying animation and a toaster notification popped up to show its next step: into the inbox of her manager, Duncan.

She swiped the notification away and regarded the next item on her queue. She had only been at the company for a few months, but they operated on a different scale than any of her previous jobs. Universal Exchange was both far more efficient and impersonal than any job she had before. Her tasks came through the tablet in a list of items that never seemed to clear out. She either rejected each one or passed it to Duncan for his secondary approval before moving to some other workflow.

Janice hovered her fingertip over the next item for a few seconds before pulling back. As much as she was behind, she wasn't ready to look at more numbers, she needed a break even so close to the end of her day.

Standing up, she stretched. Her back and ass hurt from sitting in the expensive chair for too long. When she took a deep breath, the bottom of her silk blouse tugged free from her skirt waist and she felt the hem rising up along her taut abdomen until pulling away with the drape of her breasts.

Blushing, she looked around to see if anyone was looking. There wasn't, of course, she had a closed office with a solid door and drawn blinds. She turned and stretched even harder, lifting herself up on her toes until the fabric of her blouse strained over her nipples.

Relaxing, she tugged the fabric away from her now hard nipples and smoothed it across her belly until she could tuck it back into place. She wasn't her sister, she didn't have to flaunt her body to get ahead in the world. She also didn't make nearly as much money as Marion, but that was also okay.

Justine made her she was presentable and headed down to the break room. When she passed nameless coworkers, she ducked her head and gave quiet smiles. She didn't really know most of them, even after four months.

Like the rest of the building, the break room was expensive but impersonal. Several Keurig machines sat on the counter with almost every variety of pod available. The fridge was always stocked with plenty of drinks and food. At lunch, they had a cook come in for custom orders but, at the moment, it was dark and still. Fortunately, there were always left-overs.

Janice headed over to the fridge and opened it up. She spotted a platter of cold cuts and grabbed a few before loading up a small plate. Grabbing a handful, she dumped them on a paper plate before taking her spoils to a table.

She ate in silence for about fifteen minutes before the door to the break room opened. Glancing up, she saw her manager come in.

“Oh, I didn't expect to see you here,” Duncan said. He has a low, smooth voice. He walked past her to the fridge. “You want something to drink?”

Janice glanced at him and then back to her meal. “Bubbly water?”

“Strawberry lemon or… blueberry?”

“Strawberry, please. I can't stand that blueberry stuff.”

He chuckled. “Judging from the number of bottles in here, no one does. I'll have Gail in supply take it out of rotation for a while.”

Somehow knowing that Duncan would have a hand in the supplies didn't surprise her. He seemed to be everywhere in the company: at her interview, her manager, and even the one who did her background check for security clearance.

He set down the bottle next to her. “Mind if I sit?”

She looked up at him. He was handsome with a squarish chin and broad shoulders. Unwittingly, she glanced down to his crotch. Her pussy fluttered with an errant thought of what was underneath his trousers but then she looked away sharply. “No… go ahead.”

It had been a while since she had gotten laid. And with with her period coming in two weeks, the itch to get laid was always the hardest to fight. It must be her body's reminder that she was twenty-five and desperately needed to get pregnant.

Janice pushed away those thoughts. She needed to establish her career first. Four or five years, then she can start looking for Mr. Right and into having a family. But right now, it needed to be TPS Reports and climbing the corporate ladder into a more secure financial future.

“I saw you had a slow day.”

She tensed.

He shrugged and took a swig of his drink. She noticed he didn't have a wedding ring. “Don't worry about it, we all have those.”

Her stomach twisting, she finished swallowing her snack. “I'll catch up tomorrow.”

“I have no doubt, but—”

Here was the bad news.

“Tomorrow we have a new batch of numbers coming in, a analysis from Dynamics. Rush job across a couple thousand sets for some military project. We said we'd have it by Friday.”

Inwardly, she groaned. She was looking forward to Netflix and chilling.

“I know, the boys in sales are idiots, but there is a hefty bonus in for all of us if we get it done.”

That was probably the only bright side of rush jobs. “How much?”

“For you? Probably another five thousand in your paycheck,” Duncan said with an absent-minded way of his hand.

Her mouth fell open. Five thousand? That would double her paycheck for the month.

He grinned at her. “What do you say? Stay a little late to clear out your queue and then hit it hard tomorrow? If you want, you can head over to my office and I'll order dinner.”

Janice closed her mouth with a sinking sensation. Somehow Duncan had stumbled onto the same reason she left her last few jobs, the “working late at night with the sexy coworker” fantasy.

She knew she was attractive. Her younger sister was a Cover Girl model and no doubt the target of lust for more than a few men. Even without having her body plastered on billboards and fashion magazines, most men already spoke to her breasts or stared at her ass.

She sighed and considered her options. If she said no, then it would hurt her chances for promotion or raises later. If she said yes and he ended up pawing her, she would be looking for a job by Friday.

She had hoped Duncan was different. That the job would be different. There was something about the impersonal job queues and isolation that was almost peaceful that she had almost forgotten about sexual harassment.

But, she couldn't tell her boss no to this. She slowly nodded and spoke in a voice he hoped he would notice as reluctance. “I can do that.”

“Good,” he said with a grin. “I'm sure two hours of hard work and we can bang this out.”

Inwardly, she winced.