Late Night In The Office

It was early spring in London, England. The sky was clear and sunny but there was a cool breeze coming off of the river Thames that caressed Mica’s bare long, slender legs as she stepped out of her sports sedan.
“Oh bugger, why in the world did I wear such a short dress today!” she said, cursing the unseasonable cold day while at the same time trying to hold the hem of her skirt from rising up her legs further then it already had.
Mica Doren started working for Thames Incorporated as a professional administration specialist right after she graduated from a local university, but back then she was known for a different name, a more masculine name, but that was a long time ago.
Throughout her early life, Mica didn’t feel right about her physical appearance and while at university she began to change herself. First it was with clothes, then make-up. Mica began to shave her body, of what little hair she had, and grew her blond hair long and styled it according to the female fashions of the day. Eventually she had small cosmetic surgeries to give her more of a lady like appearance.
Now, at 49, Mica was truly a stunning woman. She had small but pert breasts. Legs that any model would kill for, hips the swayed while she walked, with a slim waist and a sexy smile that would stop men in their tracks. The only thing she didn’t change was what was between her legs.
Although she felt more female than male, the idea of removing her penis felt wrong for Mica. She enjoyed having it there. Mica loved how it felt in silky panties and how it felt as it ejaculated when she was with someone, be it a strong man or a sexy woman.
As for Mica’s career, it changed more and more as she transformed into the woman she was today. She went from a lonely professional administration specialist to the executive specialist of Thames Incorporated, where she became the “right hand man” for the C.E.O., Mr. Thompson.
She loved working for Mr. Thompson, An older gentleman that knew about her past. To be honest, everyone knew about Mica’s past and no one seemed to care. As for Mr. Thompson and everyone else, Mica was a competent professional and a good person, so, for them, what was between her legs was irrelevant.
For Mica, she knew that today was going to be a long day. Mr. Thompson was meeting a gentleman from the United States about expanding the business into America and he was going to need Mica to provide all of the numbers and plans to the “yank”.
Mica had gone through these meetings before, and they were always tedious. Normally it was either some old fat man that blathered on about why they should use their organization, or it would be a big breasted tart that tried to use her overt sexuality to convince Mr. Thompson to sign on with them. But this time it was different than before.
After Mica unlocked her office and turned on her computer, she went over to her coffee station and poured herself a strong black coffee. Before she could return to her desk her cell phone rang.
Looking at the display screen on her phone she saw it was Mr. Thompson’s number. She pressed the answer button and said, “Yes Mr. Thompson.”
“Mica, are you in yet?” he asked.
“Yes Mr. Thompson, I’m at my desk and about to pull up the data you requested for your meeting with the yank.” Mica could her that something was a mist in his voice then asked, “Is everything okay?”
There was a bit of a pause in his response but, in a ‘stiff upper lip’ tone he replied. “No Mica, it’s not.”
“What’s the matter?” Mica inquired.
She heard a slight quiver in Mr. Thompson’s voice. “My mother passed last night.”
Mica felt a wave of sadness wash over her. “Oh Mr. Thompson, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yes,” Mr. Thompson replied. “I need you to work with Mr. MacDuff and give him what he needs.”
Mica stammered, “Me? But I’m just your secretary! I wouldn’t know…”
Mr. Thompson interrupted and said, “Mica, you’re more than my secretary! You know more about this bl**dy business than I do, hell,” Mr. Thompson paused then said, “You run this company more than I do.”
“Well if you think it would be best,” Mica said.
“I do,” Mr. Thompson replied. “Mica, I have the upmost faith in you otherwise I would haven’t asked you to do this for me.” Mica went over a few notes with Mr. Thompson then hung her phone up.
Later in the day, Mica’s desk clocked chimed, letting her know that it was 1 P.M. and her meeting with Mr. MacDuff was in about an hour. She gathered up her note pad and computer and went to the large conference room that was located in the building she worked in.
When she got to the conference room, Mica immediately set up her computer so she could show the company’s figures onto the large digital screen that was hung neatly against the wall.
So busy with the task at hand, Mica didn’t hear Mr. MacDuff enter the room. “Excuse me,” he said with a deep and powerful voice, which had a slight western twang to it. “Is this the place I’m to meet with Mr. Thompson?”
Mica looked up from her laptop and felt her heart skip a beat. There before her was a large, powerful looking man. To Mica he stood much taller than her 5’9” frame. She had to guess that he was 6’3” to 6’4” tall. He was broad in the chest and even through the tailored suit he had on, she could tell his arms were large and muscular. His waist was narrow, his legs were long and his hair had just a hint of gray in his otherwise brown hair. Mr. MacDuff looked like he was in his early thirties, later she found out he was actually a year younger than her at 48.