Laurel

3

The next morning she woke up amazingly refreshed and felt full of energy. Laurel even got up for her first alarm without hitting the snooze. Since she showered the night before, she skipped it in her morning routine, and instead made herself some french toast for breakfast. Appetite satiated, she went to the washroom to tidy her hair, put on her make up and get dressed for another day at the office. While getting ready she noticed that the bags under her eyes had vanished, her skin looked brighter this morning, hell even her hair looked healthier this morning shining with red and gold highlights in the weak sunlight filtering through the small bathroom window. She also felt great, full of life. "Guess I just needed a great night of sleep to get myself back to normal." She mused to herself, smiling as she swiped a light stain over her lips.

The "you need to be ready" alarm beeped at her and since she was already set for her day she went out to the car to head in to work. Instead of her music she listened to the radio, laughing at the stupid antics of the radio hosts as they tried to brighten up the friday morning. She arrived at work ahead of schedule and got to enjoy her morning tea in the break room in one of the comfortable chairs, happily chatting with other coworkers who had also arrived early. Marilyn was there again this morning, she was such a motherly figure, starting mornings with her always gave Laurel a sense of peace.

"Goodness Laurel, you are looking radiant this morning, what's your secret?"

"Oh Marilyn you are just too kind, I think I was just missing some sleep lately and finally got a great night last night" Laurel said humbly. Plus several crushing orgasms couldn't have hurt she thought to herself.

"Well I wish I could look that good after just a good night's sleep, enjoy youth while you can doll, once its gone it never comes back."

Laurel laughed at her sweet coworker, though it did pluck in her heart that her actual mother wasn't as sweet and supportive as her work mom was. But no use getting upset about things that can't be changed so Laurel tucked those sad feelings into a box and shuffled it to the back of her brain.

Laurel walked through the maze of workstations and offices, enjoying how sensual she felt with her long hair free to bounce lightly as she walked with her body on full display in her tight knee length navy pencil shirt and white cashmere sweater. She was still feeling a little naughty after her self-love-adventures last night and was enjoying when she caught a coworker checking out her ass as her hips gently swayed while she walked. Approaching her work area, she flipped her curly hair back over her shoulders and got herself set up for her day.

She worked steadily throughout the morning, only interrupted a couple times for client calls. As she hung up on the latest call, her stomach rumbled reminding her that it was time for lunch. She locked her station and headed to the lunch room. She heated up the sad frozen dinner she had brought for herself and treated herself to a chocolate bar from the vending machine for dessert. Since it was friday the break room was a little quieter than usual as most coworkers went out for lunch on Fridays for a little extra fun. Laurel was still trying to get her feet underneath her after her move and a pricey lunch out every Friday afternoon just wasn't in her budget right now.

She had come to lunch a little later than usual due to the last call she had taken, had kept her tethered to her desk so most of her coworkers were making their way back from their lunch field trips while she was still finishing up hers. A clique of beautiful women who looked to be close in age to her all walked into the lunch room together, laughing with each other and looking like real friends instead of just coworkers. Delia was with them the petite dark haired woman fitting right in. One of the other women made eye contact with Laurel before starting to walk towards her.