The File Room

Excerpt:
"Good night, Marcy." More calls followed the first as the final parade of office workers left the law offices of Cohen and Cohen. Marcy Jefferson took an armload of files and put them into the basket of the file cart on wheels. She glanced at the clock as she passed. Shit. Five o'clock, overtime again. Mrs. Stern hated when she worked late, paying overtime for tasks she thought Marcy should have finished during regular business hours. Like that was ever gonna happen with the load they heaped onto her. Thankfully she didn't have any classes tonight or she'd have been screwed.

Marcy shrugged, and then readjusted the skirt of her lavender suit. Why she had worn this particular suit, she didn't know, but this morning it had appealed to her. It was more like a sheath with a jacket over top. Every time she stretched her arms high to reach a book on the top shelf or bent over to retrieve something she'd dropped, the damned skirt rode up, exposing most of her legs. Since she worked in an office full of bitchy women and lecherous men, she spent a lot of time pulling the skirt down. Men had a tendency to walk into walls when they stared at her legs too long. She didn't want that happening now. Thankfully, most of the men had already left, searching out a Friday-night-friend at the local watering hole.

Marcy, blessedly alone, bent over to retrieve a pile of files that had dropped from her hands. Not bothering to bend at the knees, she gave her legs a good stretch.

Thump. "Oh, dear."

Marcy righted herself just as one of the senior partners peeled himself off of the wall he had slammed into, probably while watching her ass.