She had just started at his work, and she was an inspiration to behold. Other brilliant women could have problems in the tight knit, male dominated culture that had sunk into the very walls of the engineering firm, but her easy manner and quick wit soon earned friends from all but the most biased of co-workers.
Beyond raw intellect, she was gorgeous. Legs that didn't stop, curves a Lamborgini would have trouble taking, hair that flowed like liquid gold down to her round, tight ass. Other beautiful women would have had problems proving their smarts, and been accused of sleeping their way to the position, but her talents were unmistakeable, and she was always willing to help anyone with a tough problem. Plus she had the skill to get them the credit for the idea.
Within a month it was as if Amy had never been anywhere else.
And within a month and a day, every available man on the floor had been firmly turned down for any socializing after work. She was kind, but always professional, always aloof.
He knew where she lived. He knew she was a completely trusting soul, if uninterested in his advances. She didn't lock her car doors, or her filing cabinet, her home phone and cell phone were easily available in the company e-phonebook. She didn't close her shades half the time, completely unconcerned about prying eyes. About him, watching her through her windows.
He watched her undress after work, slipping into thin tank tops and flowing satin pants almost as soon as she got home, her hair falling free accross her back. He watched as she chatted online. He watched speechless as she watched a porn that involved unspeakable things being down to women, and she masturbated with her back to him, her head finally falling back to reveal heaving breasts while the man on the screen continued to make the tied up woman scream.
And at work she was the same, cordial, distant, brilliant.
He began to plan.
Beyond raw intellect, she was gorgeous. Legs that didn't stop, curves a Lamborgini would have trouble taking, hair that flowed like liquid gold down to her round, tight ass. Other beautiful women would have had problems proving their smarts, and been accused of sleeping their way to the position, but her talents were unmistakeable, and she was always willing to help anyone with a tough problem. Plus she had the skill to get them the credit for the idea.
Within a month it was as if Amy had never been anywhere else.
And within a month and a day, every available man on the floor had been firmly turned down for any socializing after work. She was kind, but always professional, always aloof.
He knew where she lived. He knew she was a completely trusting soul, if uninterested in his advances. She didn't lock her car doors, or her filing cabinet, her home phone and cell phone were easily available in the company e-phonebook. She didn't close her shades half the time, completely unconcerned about prying eyes. About him, watching her through her windows.
He watched her undress after work, slipping into thin tank tops and flowing satin pants almost as soon as she got home, her hair falling free accross her back. He watched as she chatted online. He watched speechless as she watched a porn that involved unspeakable things being down to women, and she masturbated with her back to him, her head finally falling back to reveal heaving breasts while the man on the screen continued to make the tied up woman scream.
And at work she was the same, cordial, distant, brilliant.
He began to plan.
