(stealing the room from Hematoma since it was so well written)
"I'll take Mr. Warritch."
In response, Heather frowns, and you shrug. "Might as well get the hard one out of the way first, right?" Heather smiles obliquely, motioning for you to follow her.
"You'll get what you want." The truth is, Heather knows that Warritch's desires, as depraved as they sounded, are much, much worse then she's let you know, but also that the company needs him. Heather herself had been one of the molested, but told she could not press charges without losing her job.
You follow her to a couple of massive oak doors, which she unlocks. Their 'dressing room' is beyond compare, and you marvel at the scale and size of it, and and the number of outfits that are here....
"Shower area's over there." points Heather. "I'll pick out your clothing."
You nod, and move into the shower, quickly discarding your ragged tank top, underwear, and pajama bottoms. You clean and dry yourself off quickly, and start to rub oil on yourself when Heather stops you.
"Not that oil - it'll break down your excuse for seeing him." You smirk at her brazeness to walk in on you naked, and you slowly cover yourself with the pink towel, noticing her eyes lingering on your midsection. "Come."
You follow her back into the dressing area, and are somewhat surprised at the outfit you see lined out for you - a white mini-skirt with a slit coming up the side, a white tank top with a deep neckline, a matching black bra and thong, and a dark red dress shirt to go over it, with matching red platform shoes. You frown, turning back to Heather.
"I've got stuff like this at home..."
"Yes. It's necessary for your cover." That, and we can't be sure of the condition these clothes will return in, or if they'll return at all, thinks Heater. You start putting on the bra and thong on as she explains. "As I mentioned earlier, they can't know that you're from the company. You'll be posing as a high school student there to question him about his job - we often do this for various high schools and as a normally high performing employee, he hasn't had to do this yet. We hope the compination of this..." she eyes you as you pull your skirt up your slender legs. "...and certain other incentives can restore his performance." Heather places a few pieces of paper, obviously hastily stapled together, and a pen on the bench. "I need you to sign this, please." At this point, you're fully dressed except for the red shirt.
You quickly scan through the pages and sign on the last one, figuring the contract is just a necessity, not bothering to see that you've relinquished your liability to charge for assault or rape. You move to apply some lipstick and makeup, eying the mirror carefully to make sure you don't look older then you are, and you see the bra showing through the tank top, to your complete lack of surprise.
"So I just go in and pretend to interview him...?"
"Yes, but not only that - you have to gently 'nudge' him in a certain direction. Try to get close to him when you can. Tease him, and torment him, until he...."
"I get the idea." You've put your hair into a hair clip, intending to use every asset you have to tease him as you pull on the dress shirt and button it up. "Do you have some sunglasses?"
"Yes." Heather goes off and hands you a stylish pair, almost as if she'd anticipated your question, and she also hands you a clipboard with some fake interview questions on them, and a pen - clearly they've thought this through.
"Wow. That takes care of one worry I had..." You meet Heather's gaze as she eyes your legs again before motioning.
"I'll lead you to his office, if you're ready."
You follow her down out the room, and through a few twists and turns, you eventaully come to a set of double doors. "I'll take you in an introduce you, if you're ready." |