Emily and Steve Part 2

I was sitting at my desk with my office phone pressed against my ear, supporting myself with my left hand and trying not to fall asleep. On the other end, someone from Gooseman Paper Products droned on about terms of payment and invoice formats. It was a typical Thursday afternoon.

Just then, an IM popped up on my computer. It was from Emily69. I read it with increasing interest. "Meet me in Mr. Krebs old office at 2pm," it said. I looked at my watch, it was 1:15. My conference call was due to end at 2:00. Suddenly this dull day was going to be interesting. I started day-dreaming about Emily.

I was wrestled back to reality though when I heard the words "Steve, what do you think?" coming from the phone against my ear. I realized that I hadn't been listening.

My name is Steve and I work as an accounts payable clerk at an office supply company. A few weeks ago I meet a beautiful blonde cross-dresser named Emily at a club, who has an alter-ego named Mike who happens to work at my office. After work, when Mike changes into Emily, we've had some wild nights. At work, however, Emily doesn't often show up, unless it's to send me an IM.

It was obvious that this Thursday was going to be different. Our company has been growing, which means more work for us, but at least my job is secure. Because of the growth, though, we had outgrown the building we were working in, and therefore we started the process of moving to a new building. The move had been taking place in phases, with our accounts payable group the last group to move. For two days prior to that Thursday, the only people on our floor had been the 7 people in the accounts payable group, my boss and his executive assistant, three gossiping and catty women who were AP clerks, Mike and myself.

My boss and his executive assistant had left on Wednesday for "conference" (actual a chance for a romantic tryst) in New York City, and the 3 gossip queens had taken the opportunity for a "girls' lunch." The last time they had a girls' lunch, they were out of the office all afternoon, only showing up, drunk on frozen margaritas, to pick up their bags and turn off their computers at the end of the day, so I knew that Mike and I would have the entire floor to ourselves all afternoon.