Fetish

Keywords: Suit, The, New, Emperor's,

Heidi had four minutes to get back with the dry cleaning, or she was going to get a spanking. To say that Mr. Kaiser's methods of discipline when it came to his office staff were strange was like saying that Bill Gates had a lot of money.

Still, Bill Gates didn't have anywhere near the wealth that Warren Kaiser had accumulated, even after his father's death. Heidi was paid more per year than most women she knew who had spent years in medical school. If she had to put up with Warren's—eccentricities—so be it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she swore, checking her watch, which was synchronized to the clock on the mantle in his office and the other one on his desk.

She pushed the elevator button three more times and contemplated the stairs. Forty eight flights? Even her little Pilates-on-Wednesday and Yoga-on-Saturday and a-mile-run-every-morning body wasn't going to be able to do that in under—three minutes.

"Fuuuuuuck," she hissed again, the elevator dinging, making her heart leap.

She waved the throng of people out, as if that might make them move faster and slipped past the last few stragglers, pushing the number for her floor. She couldn't believe her luck—no other passengers! The doors began to ease closed and she checked her watch again. With a straight shot up, she just might make it!

That's when an arm slipped in and a man stuck his head through the doors as they slid back open. Heidi frowned as he and a small boy child stepped into the elevator and contemplated the number panel. She leaned over and pushed the buttons marked: *>

Keywords: Suit, The, New, Emperor's,