Pump up, down a bit. Just a bit further, she thought a millisecond before the damn thing went too far. With a sigh she let, the too low, seat remain as she stretched and felt her muscles complain. This was her third week at Harper and Son and she was thoroughly bored. Looking around, she made sure no one was passing her little cubicle, tucked away at the far end of the office. Ignoring the smell of the toilets she had been placed next to, she pulled up ‘youtube’ and clicked straight on restore. Smiling Stacy adjusted her skirt. The pencil tight monstrosity was a mistake purchase, she thought, hiking it up so she could scoot closer to her screen. She had bought it on a whim yesterday and now she knew it would be the last time she would wear the torturous thing. With her close proximity to the screen, she could just barely hear the words murmured from the back of her monitor.
