First time at work with Donna

“Why was the door locked with you in the building?”

I made something up.

“We were having problems with our computers and we could not help the customers so I locked the door until we figured out what was going on.”

Dora, one of the owners, walked in the office and went straight to the computer.

Dora is something. She is beautiful. She is about 5’10 with mid length brown hair. Medium sized breast and an ass to die for. She always wears tight mid-drift shirts and skirts that would show off everything if she made the wrong move. Her legs look like they were sculpted by an artist and smooth as a baby’s rear.
I walked in behind her and immediately saw all of Donna’s desk’s contents all over the floor. Shit, how was I going to explain that?

“Dora, I think I just figured the computer problem out right as you knocked on the door.” I said very confidently.

Donna walked in as Dora sat down at my desk. Donna was carrying Pledge and a dust rag.

“Hey Dora, how are you doing?” Donna said in a chipper voice.