[M]y encounter with a [f]iercely hot executive in her office

At my first job straight out of college, I was in IT support at a reputable firm where the money-making staff and the support staff were basically, segregated. But since everyone needs IT help, I constantly mingled with the dark side and got to know them fairly well the longer I was there. One of the most memorable VPs I worked with was Maria.

Maria was petite and intense; she was a no-nonsense professional who I would have argued travelled between the office and the gym and never slept. The mind raced at what her body looked like because she never showed it off. She upheld an immaculate hourglass figure on her small frame, her breasts stood like orbs jutting out of a suit jacket or a tight blouse. She clearly squatted and tested the limits of the seams that held the Italian wool which clad her bubble butt. I started going to a chiropractor to reposition my neck as it was snapping out of place every time she graced my presence. She was the alpha and the omega of every employee’s office fantasy.