Her Strut by zero2bitch
Her Strut by zero2bitch

The Centre

Blue Cove,Delaware

 

 

 

It was nearly eight.  Scattered around the lobby were groups of men, drinking coffee and making small talk, their eyes darting between watches and the main entrance.  Some of those from the lower echelons were officially on break.  Others had long-ago fabricated reasons to meet with co-workers.  Those who held positions of some power gave the illusion of being deep in discussion about serious matters related to Centre business.  These men all shared a common goal.  And it was in no way work related.

 

As if on cue, She entered.  One hip at a time, on gravity-defying heels, she strode across the lobby, seemingly oblivious to everything around her, and single-minded in her purpose.  Everything stopped as she passed, every head turning as she breezed by, the scent of her Chanel tantalizing, but her gaze had the ability to reduce a man to ash in 2.8 seconds.

 

Stabbing the elevator button, she stood, offended by the very act of having to wait for anything.  One hip jutted out cheekily, her fingers drumming against her hipbones.  Finally, the doors opened, revealing a balding tech sporting a Marvin the Martian t-shirt.  Her lip curled in disgust and she boarded the car against her will.  She had to be at this meeting in the Tower, and being late wasn’t an option, unless she was dead.

 

The tech, who had previously only seen her in the lobby, had not been there on this particular morning, in an interesting twist of fate.  He had received a call, summoning him to the Director’s office.  He gaped at her until the doors began to close, his eyes glancing out into the lobby, catching the shocked and envious glances from his peers.  With a cheeky grin, he pressed the button for his floor again and swiveled his head to look at her.

 

For a moment, he eyes greedily drank in the sight of her.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off at the pass.

 

“We’re going to the same floor, Kojak.”

 

“Oh.  Okay then.”  He wasn’t aware he was staring until she turned those cold eyes on him, her teeth bared.

 

“If you keep staring, I’ll rip your eyes out and hang them from my rearview mirror.”

 

Sweat broke out on his forehead and he gulped, stuttering, “Y-Y-Yes m-ma’am.”

 

A smirk curved the right side of her mouth, out of the tech’s sight.  The elevator chimed and the doors opened.  With a tremulous smile, he gestured for her to exit first.  Glaring at him, she stepped into his personal space, her nose a fraction of an inch from touching his, her palm preventing the doors from closing on them.

 

“Listen up, you gutless wonder.  You tell all the other perverts that I’m aware they drool and undress me with their eyes as I pass by them every morning.  And I’ll continue to go along with the game; it’ll give you and your merry band of losers something to whack off to.  But hear me when I say, not one of you has a snowball’s chance in Hell of seeing this,” She gestured to her body with a grand, sweeping movement, “Without apparel.”

 

The pale-faced tech swallowed hard and nodded furiously.

 

“Good,” she purred, releasing him and grinning maliciously.  Over her shoulder, she said, “I’m glad we understand one another.  Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Broots.”

 

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Miss Parker.”

 

^^The End^^



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