I've worked for the Glover Paper company since graduating high school three years ago. I've been down in the mail room ever since. It's not as bad as it seems. It pays fair, everyone's treated well, hours are good. The best part though was three pm. That's when I made my rounds dropping off the day's mail in all the executive offices. Why was this the best part of his day? Because of the last office on his route. The CEO: Maria Calderon. A Latina MILF if there ever was one. She was brilliant, fierce, and mind breaking beautiful. Of course she knew it. I would spend a lot of nights fantasizing about her and the peeks of her luscious mounds when she would bend over.
Of course she had no idea I even existed. At least that's what I thought. One day as I was working away my whole world changed.
"Mike Ms. Calderon's on the phone for you," my manager shouted.
She knew my name? She knew my name! I shakily took the phone.
"Yes, Ms. Calderon?"
"Mike, could you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I hate to ask but I have a company dinner tonight and well be out of the office today. I have an important package coming to the office today and I need it. When it comes in can you run it to me at my house."
"Yeah, yeah, I can do that."
"Thank you, Mike. I'm counting on you."
"I won't let you down."
"I know you won't."
All day I waited breathlessly for the package. Soon the plain brown paper box arrived and I was off. Ms. Calderon lived in a large house a mile outside of town. As I pulled up my stomach was lurching. She never invited any employee here ever so this had to be an important package. He went to the door and knocked. When she opened it his breath caught in his chest. She was stunning with her hair nicely done in waves crashing over her shoulders, gorgeous make up and a sexy low cut dress revealing her amazing breasts.
"Come in Mike."
I followed her inside completely mesmerized. She turned to her body mirror and continued readjusting her make up.
"Mike I need you to help me with that package."
"Of course."
"I need to go to this dinner and for insurance reasons I can't leave the package alone so I need you to stay here with it until I get back."
"Yeah, I will, I will."
"Good, good. Here's the thing and it's a little weird. I have to keep it locked up when not in transit."
"I can do that."
"But it can't be out of sight or reach of someone in case of an emergency."
"OK?"
I wasn't really getting this.
"I need to lock you in my guest room with it. Just till I get back."
"Really?"
"Afraid so. Don't worry it has a bathroom, kitchenette, it's a little apartment really. Please, I need you. I have no one else who can do this."
"Sure, why not."
She led me down the hallway to the room and I stepped inside.
"I'll be back soon."
Then she did a strange thing. Just before she closed the door she gave me a quick peck on the mouth. Then she closed the door. I heard what sounded like a padlock going into place. That was a bit extreme wasn't it? Looking around it was a nice sized little room. It had everything she said. It also didn't have windows. I was effectively trapped. As I sat the box on the bed I noticed a small tear and the image beneath. No way. Carefully I opened the edge of the wrapping and slipped the box out. It was the board game Monopoly.
"What the hell?"