Work was suddenly gotten busy again. That meant you, a tech intern, as well as your supervisor, a nice, 35 year old lady named Rochelle, who did what she could before you arrived to take over the role of techie, would be pulling overtime again. It came as no surprise when your boss even asked the two of you to work through thanksgiving to get some 'critical infrastructure' to run before the christmas rush.
It was a shitshow, but at least you'd be getting paid for the time you worked. So you and Rochelle set to work, setting up servers, fixing hardware faults and installing and setting up the required nonsense your boss recently purchased.
Luckily, you and Rochelle had gotten quite used to one another now. You've worked under her for well over a year by now and can follow her reasoning fairly accurately when it comes to work related things. On more social things, however, Rochelle keeps surprising you. Some weeks ago, when you and Rochelle were complaining about having to walk around the office building all day you jokingly offered to give Rochelle a footrub after she mentioned how sore her soles were from walking in high-heels all day. She had tittered at that and simply rolled her eyes at first, changing the subject to something else. A few days later, after being stuck late in the office with you again, however, she had taken you up on the offer while a computer you were working on was still setting up.
Not knowing what else to do you'd awkwardly knelt in front of Rochelle and massaged her feet through her sweat-soaked stockings. It was an awkward experience to give your first footrub like that. But the occassional soft moan from Rochelle as well as her leaning back in her chair reassured you about doing it right. After that you ended up giving Rochelle a footrub almost every time you worked overtime.
At first it felt odd to repeatedly touch, massage and feel up Rochelle's feet and lower legs, but you'd soon developed a taste for it. Hell, you even looked forward to overtime when Rochelle was around. Even just the sight of Rochelle walking past you could send memories of the feel of her hot and soaked feet, the gentle, feminine smell of her sweat to your brain. The resulting erections made you consider jerking off in the office restrooms, but you avoided doing that, for now.
Having been stuck working in the server room with Rochelle for several hours already you settled into a break, with Rochelle in an office chair while you knelt in front of her, fondling, err, massaging her sweaty feet.
"Sure sucks having to work on a holiday, huh?" you ask, hoping to break the ice with some casual complaining about work. Instead of joining in Rochelle briefly froze, sighing and shaking her head before giving you a pointed "Yeah, it really does suck. A big fat one." The sharpness of her reply made you chuckle nervously before you could stop yourself. Trying to salvage the situation you ask "I'm guessing you had plans for today?"
"I did, yeah. Until midday today. When I told my now ex boyfriend about having to work overtime and not being able to make it to his family's thanksgiving dinner," Rochelle replies, a heavy sigh interspercing her answer. "Fucker straight up accused me of lying about my overtime. Can you believe it?" You shake your head at that and reply "Overtime happens often enough here, he should know that. He's an idiot for dumping you over something like that." Rochelle smiles, humming "Hell yeah, he is." but quickly returns to frowning when she mutters "Can't believe I'd planned to let that fucker get some today," while smiling down at you, an odd glint in her eyes.