Jezebel1669
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It had been a long few months for the company, their latest client had decided against all their advice to try and expand into the Asian market and the directors had scrambled for someone to lead the project who wouldn't totally fuck everything up and bankrupt them. Hiromi (clothed, nude) knew nothing about Asia, except that her grandparents had decided that living in America was a far better option, but to the Board her oriental features somehow made her ideal to take the lead, and she was hardly going to turn them down.
Her team had been driven hard, working almost every weekend, public holiday and late nights almost every week, but finally they had something to show for it. The client was more than happy, in fact he'd even invited Hiromi down to his Brazilian beach house for a celebratory weekend away, but the junior executive had demured. It wasn't that she wouldn't love the opportunity to bask on the sunkissed private beach wearing nothing but a sunhat and a smile, but she had a strict policy to never mixed business with pleasure.
With a sigh she gazed at her reflection in the glass window of the elevator as to moved slowly up the side of the skyscraper. The problem was that for the last few months she'd been all about business, and pleasure had been hard to come by. The previous night she'd run out of batteries halfway thought easing the strain her busy life has put her under, and now she was beginning to feel just a little frustrated.
As the elevator slowed to a halt, the doors opening on a floor still within spitting distance of the ground, Hiromi didn't even bother to turn round and greet the crowd as they shuffled in behind her. Before she knew it the small glass box was full to capacity, and she could feel the men and women brushing against her as they tried to make room for just one more person.
"Just go already," she called out sternly, pointing over at the warning sign set beside the door, "We're full in here, they can wait for the next one."
She didn't mean to snap, but her crotch was beginning to itch again and she needed to get to the executive washroom on the upper floor with its heated, padded seats and, more importantly, soundproofed walls to get herself into a fit state before presenting the good news to the Board personally.
Turning her back to the crowd once more she looked out over the city, admiring the golden glow of the sunset glittering between the tall towers as she heard the doors finally cycle closed and the floor beneath her feet lurch once again.
Her team had been driven hard, working almost every weekend, public holiday and late nights almost every week, but finally they had something to show for it. The client was more than happy, in fact he'd even invited Hiromi down to his Brazilian beach house for a celebratory weekend away, but the junior executive had demured. It wasn't that she wouldn't love the opportunity to bask on the sunkissed private beach wearing nothing but a sunhat and a smile, but she had a strict policy to never mixed business with pleasure.
With a sigh she gazed at her reflection in the glass window of the elevator as to moved slowly up the side of the skyscraper. The problem was that for the last few months she'd been all about business, and pleasure had been hard to come by. The previous night she'd run out of batteries halfway thought easing the strain her busy life has put her under, and now she was beginning to feel just a little frustrated.
As the elevator slowed to a halt, the doors opening on a floor still within spitting distance of the ground, Hiromi didn't even bother to turn round and greet the crowd as they shuffled in behind her. Before she knew it the small glass box was full to capacity, and she could feel the men and women brushing against her as they tried to make room for just one more person.
"Just go already," she called out sternly, pointing over at the warning sign set beside the door, "We're full in here, they can wait for the next one."
She didn't mean to snap, but her crotch was beginning to itch again and she needed to get to the executive washroom on the upper floor with its heated, padded seats and, more importantly, soundproofed walls to get herself into a fit state before presenting the good news to the Board personally.
Turning her back to the crowd once more she looked out over the city, admiring the golden glow of the sunset glittering between the tall towers as she heard the doors finally cycle closed and the floor beneath her feet lurch once again.