“Morning Imogen!” called Mr Fellowes as I entered the office floor from the lift. I could hear him before I saw him, the old creep probably saw me on the CCTV. We took over two floors in an office block not far from the city square I was in yesterday. The old man liked to make sure he knew where people were so a camera opposite each lift, and another outside his office…or possibly he just heard my heels.

“Morning boss!” I answered along the corridor where his office was at the end. Most of the two floors were a mixture of open plan and private offices, Fellowes had the corner office, of course. Little does he know I’d fucked his previous secretary across the desk while wearing her heels and my own panties during a Christmas party. This was before Imogen was around, so I now flip the memory to be him fucking me. I mean, us petite paralegals will do whatever it takes to get a head (heh).

I settled into my desk and started work for the day, occasionally using my toe to play with my heels, which still turned me on. I got to dress my fantasy every day; I knew how lucky I was. Work was mostly standard, nothing of interest this week, and no client meetings so I knew it would turn monotonous at times. I was about to grab my second coffee of the day just for a break when our receptionist called me via the intercom. “Not sure if you knew but we’ve a new start today, can you come and give them the tour?” Nat explained.

I rolled my eyes, “No one ever keeps me updated,” I muttered walking along the corridor, again enjoying the click of my heels on the hardwood flooring, and came to an abrupt stop at the front desk - there she was, the girl from yesterday.

“Imogen, this is Parveen, she’s joining your team today. Can you show her around?” Nat asked me. I managed a nod, I was stunned. Parveen was incredibly gorgeous, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her black hair flowed down across one side of her head, the waves rushing down along her shoulder and onto her back. She had the same tan coat as yesterday which now was folded over her arm, with a matching bag hanging below. Sexy and understated, she had a simple black skirt suit with blush pink blouse, teamed with black leather high heels.

She smiled at me, “Lead the way, Imogen,” she purred. Wow, even her voice was sultry.

For the first instance in a long time, I could feel a twitching in my thong. This is not the time for my cock to misbehave, a hard-on would be very obvious in these trousers. “Of course, follow me!” I replied a bit more enthusiastic than intended. I took her along the corridor and explained the layout of the office, then we went downstairs to the second floor we occupied. “The break room is along here,” I mentioned as we neared the end of the tour. Nothing had been mentioned yet about yesterday so I shrugged it off as coincidence, however as we turned into the empty break room, Parveen audibly cleared her throat. “I saw you in town yesterday at lunch, I recognised you from my interview a few weeks back. I wanted to say “Hello” but I didn’t know if you saw…?” she tailed off with a hopeful look in her eye.

'Of course, how could I have been so naïve,' I thought to myself, it wasn’t anything special, just a new colleague recognising her.

“Oh yes, I remember, sorry I didn’t stop, I didn’t recognise you,” I lied to her. “Congratulations on passing the interview, I can’t believe you remembered me!” I joked. She smiled at me, the same way as yesterday, our eyes connecting for a moment longer.

“When you see a cute gurl, you take notice,” Parveen smirked. Did she emphasise ‘gurl?' Was it her accent pronouncing it differently, or was I reading too much into everything? My cock stirred again. “Eh sorry, I have to nip to the toilet, I’ll be back,” I blurted out.

I slammed through the toilet door and checked no one was in any cubicle. I shut myself into one, teared down my trousers and thong to whip out my already rock solid cock. “Ughhh,” I let out a moan.

Then I heard the door open.

Click click click of heels.

“Imogen?” It was Parveen. Shit. “I hope this isn’t too forward but are you okay, can I help?” she called.

'What the fuck?' I thought, and mouthed, to myself.