The summer heat filled the office park. Megan sat at her desk watching the clock, waiting for five o’clock to hit, so she could make her way back home to her nice air conditioned apartment. The day was dragging on where every minute felt like an hour by it’s self. She sat by the water cooler where she could make out the conversations of her co-workers. Usually the conversations were bland and had to do with the weather or how their boss Dan was a incompitent of massive proportions, but sometimes people spilled all their secrets. She watched in the corner of her eye as people came, got a drink and left. She did her best to try and ignore people’s gossip as they took a moment away from work, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. Megan would lose all focus on work and listen carefully to make out each word, even getting up from her desk to peer out of the corner of her cubicle. The women would usually not have a nice thing to say about anything, judging the other girls by their appearances or picking fun at how this office has become a boys club.The men would always point out how so and so had a nice rack or how one of their dates went over the weekend. Megan would usually ignore what the women had to say and stay focused on her work, but she would sit and fantasize about the men. The men in the office never showed much interest in her, they never mentioned her in their conversations at the cooler. She would stand there hanging on each word.
As five o’clock loomed, two of the men from the office looking to waste a few minutes before they had to clock out started up a conversation, while Megan stood on the edge of her cubicle listening carefully.
“Did you see Claire today, man she could get it.”
“Let’s just say I would leave my wife for a shot with Claire, that short skirt, those legs, I’d like to put those legs up over her head.”
“I saw her bending over at the copy machine, I saw her little red panties. I just wanted to take a bite out of her, I’d spend some serious time down there if I had the chance.” “You wouldn’t know what to do if you had a chance with Claire”
“Believe me, I have a chance with Claire, the whole office has a chance with Claire. Half the office already has peeled off those little red panties.”
“This office is filled with whores. Too bad I have already had my pick of the litter.
I might have to find a new job so I can meet some new tail.”
“What about that Megan girl, she’s not too bad. She looks like that chick from the live porn site you showed me”
“Megan, that girl is so full of herself. Let’s just say I’d be doing her a favor by fucking her.
No sex appeal whats so ever.”
“You’re right, I mean I might have fucked her when she first started, but look at her wearing sweatpants to work.” Five o’clock came and everyone emptied out of the office. Megan made her way home and found herself staring at herself in the mirror critiquing everything about herself. Hearing the two
men as she combed her fingers through her hair. She always thought she presented herself at work in a professional manner, but she knew her co-worker was right and she had let herself go. The next morning she made her way to a hairdresser where she got a cut resembling Claire’s with the ends dyed blonde with short bangs. She went to a department store and tried on clothes that showed off her breasts and left with a skirt even shorter than Claire’s. She now looked in the mirror and saw a new her, a new version that would set her apart in the office. She walked down the street and could see men turning their heads in passing cars, their eyes following her until she was long gone.
She sat at her desk and watched the men come and go from the water cooler waiting to hear the men talk about her. The conversations were like any other day, boring . Waiting to hear a word about her, something scandalous, something to make her feel wanted and alive. The two men from a few days before came to the water cooler, their eyes scanning over Megan’s cubicle.
“Jesus christ, have you seen Megan the last few days? The girl wants it so bad, she’s begging for it.”
Dave said he saw her the other day nipples were shooting out of her top. She’s not even wearing a bra.”
“If that skirt gets any shorter she is going to have to start wearing a hair net down there.”
Megan listened with her ear up to the cubicle wall with a smile the size of Texas on her face. Giggling as the conversation continued. She reached down in between her legs and played with herself. The men at the cooler laughed and she imagined them naked in her cubicle as her hand moved in between her thighs.
She straightened herself out looking into her little pocket mirror she kept in her purse, putting on red lipstick that matched her skirt. She slipped her panties off, sliding them underneath her desk. The men gawked as she exited her cubicle and filled a disposable cup with water from the cooler. Her two co-workers looked at eachother and started to blush.
“How about this weather we are having boys?” she said.
The two men fumbled with their words.
“It’s been a hot one today, the air conditioner is really putting in effort to keep us cool,” one of the men said.
Megan drank from her cup, then filled it up again.
“You boys look like you have been working up a sweat” Megan said
“Well boys I think I better be getting back” she said with a wink upon her face.
Megan turned around dropping her cup of water.
“Oh no look what I’ve done” she said. She bent down to pick it up, hiking up her skirt in the process. The men stared into her, bare, shaved and wet.