TANGLE OF LEGS, part 11

Evelyn crossed the office with long strides on her long perfect legs, ignoring for once the lustful glances of her office mates, whose perverted eyes were riveted on her lavish curves, on her stunningly made-up face. The redhead knew that she had never looked that good at work before—the red eyeliner, black mascara and cherry lipstick were incredibly highlighting her usual seductive look—but that time she didn’t give a damn what the men around her thought.

“Where are you going all dolled up?” someone asked, and Evelyn didn’t even turn her face to see who had asked—Peter, Louis, the new guy, any other of these perverts, it didn’t matter.

“I have an important meeting,” was all she said, licking her painted lips as she tried to keep her anxiety and nerves at what was to come under control. “Keep working.”

You’ve forced me, pushed me into having to find answers for myself, so now none of you, stupid little fools, have the right to know anything, she growled in her head spitefully, just before she left the office without a single backward glance.

Evelyn quickly reached the elevator, and the thirteen-second wait from the time she pressed the call button and the doors opened took forever. The moment had finally arrived, so she took a first step to get into the elevator but, as she was about to enter, a few words that she had heard a few days ago crossed her mind…

“She has perfect legs: long, smooth, muscular yet feminine…”

Evelyn couldn’t remember who had said it but, more importantly, she still didn’t know if the compliment was directed at her or at the elusive redhead on the 52nd floor. Lowering her green eyes to her own legs, the woman was aware of which part of Lorene’s body she would look at first, but she was also very sure which part of her own body Lorene would look at first. Just a few seconds of visual leg comparison could resolve in a matter of seconds all the issues between the two redheads, Evelyn knew, so she had to be prepared for it. Certainly, her legs looked spectacular beyond her skirt, her naked skin exhibiting strength and seduction without compassion, but she wanted more.

Closing her eyes, Evelyn searched her memory for when her formidable legs had looked their best. Every weekend, her legs in fishnet stockings shattered hearts and stiffened crotches in the city’s nightclubs, and no doubt her visit every Tuesday to her masseuse for treatment with creams and natural oils made her legs look breathtaking, but it was a specific image that won out over all the others, an image of sweaty skin and taut muscles. That was the beautiful, self- satisfied vision she witnessed every day after work, after an intensive hour’s workout at the gym. It was at that moment of muscle definition that her legs seemed to surpass perfection, exhibited as divine virtues at their maximum excellence.

“There is no time to exercise,” she mumbled under her breath, aware of the reality of the workplace. “But there is something that could work well…” she concluded, looking at the stairs next to the elevator. “Walking up twenty floors can’t compare to what I do in the gym, but maybe it will be enough to humiliate that stuck-up redhead.”

Taking a breath, Evelyn headed for the first step—the first of the four hundred and forty she had ahead of her—and the ascent began. Upstairs she hoped to find the final solution to that problem called Lorene Mlakar. She couldn’t wait to face her and her supposedly amazing legs.

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