While this hasn't exactly been your idea of a normal week, you can't help but feel that you should wait this out. What amazes you, however, is that you feel less of a guilty obligation and more of a strange, fearful anticipation of what the rest of the week holds. With that, you climb up the stairs, take a long, hot shower, then collapse on the bed and sleep.
You awake a couple of hours later as comes home. After quickly putting on your collar, you step downstairs in just enough time to see close the door behind her and lock it. She has a tired, worn look on her face. “What's wrong?” you find yourself asking.
She drops her briefcase by the door and collapses against the wall, looking at you. “I'm sorry, ....I'm so sorry...this whole thing has so blown out of proportion. I just wanted to have a few friends in on this, just to see how far you'd go. I never thought the whole office would get in on this. Plus now I have all this extra work to do because everyone's too busy playing around...” sighs deeply. “I sent the resumé from your office webpage to a friend of mine. She's head of New Accounts at Diotech, and she really wants to interview you for their management trainee program. You'll be making what you're making now, plus you'll get a huge pay raise after one year and a spot on the management team. Get out of this while you can, .”
To your surprise, you find yourself moved by all of this. Forgetting that you're naked, you walk over to and guide her to her recliner. Once she is seated and comfortable, you remove her shoes and massage her feet. “Hungry?” you ask her.
“Starving actually,” she responds. Then she looks at you. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can't say that I wouldn't have done the same thing to you had I won the bet, and the man I was then probably wouldn't have offered you the out you offered me. I'll meet with her and talk about the job, but first we have to get you some food, get you caught up with your work, and I have a bet to finish. After that, we'll see what happens. Thai sound good?”
She smiles widely at you. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” you tell her. “My treat. I'll have some delivered while you go take a bath. Once you finish, we'll eat and see how much of this work we can get done.”
If at all possible, her smile widens. “Sure thing.” As she gets up and walks upstairs, you call one of the local Thai delivery places and give them your order along with your credit card information. Then you open up 's briefcase and sort the files on the dining room table and start on the paperwork.
You hear come down the stairs just as the doorbell rings. You jump up and open the door as calls for you to stop. You find yourself blushing as you notice the teenage girl delivery driver's expression going from shock to an impressed and teasing grin. She looks you up and down, then hands you the food. “I'll let you forget the tip if I can see that cute butt of yours,” she teases you.
Figuring you're already naked, you take the food and turn around, bending over just a little. You hear her cell phone camera click, then feel a playful smack on your tush. You turn around to say something to her, but she is already in her car and speeding away. Laughing despite yourself, you walk into the house and close the door.
“Nicely handled,” you hear say. When you face her, you see that she is sitting at the table, also naked. Her legs are crossed and she's sitting at the end of the table so that you can't see much below her waist; however, her chest is fully exposed to you, as is her embarrassed smile. “I thought I was only fair,” she tells you as her blush deepens and she offers you a glass of wine.
Within an hour the food is gone, the wine glasses are filled again, and the two of you pull away one finished folder before taking up another one. “So I'm standing there in the elevator,” finishes saying, “my skirt tucked into my pantyhose, trying to keep to the corner of the elevator until this guy gets off when he turns to me and asks me innocently in a southern drawn, 'Excuse me, ma'am, but do you feel a draft?'” The two of you laugh riotously.
“Something like that happened to me the other day. I was in a five hour meeting in conference room eight, where they have those small chairs?” nods. “So by this time my butt's asleep, my thighs are weak, and all the blood has rushed to my lap and my...well, you know.” giggles and motions for you to continue. “There I am, trying to hobble to the elevator, praying no one notices my condition, and I jump in, closing the door before anyone else can get in. Immediately I drop my pants, trying to adjust my boxers and rub some feeling into my legs when the elevator stops, the door opens, and Hank from Security is standing there.”'s hand jerks up to her mouth as she laughs. “He just looks at me, smiles dryly, and says, 'Having a hard day, ?'” The two of you laugh riotously as you sort through the documents.
A couple of hours and another glass later, and you find yourself nodding over the documents. You look over to find that is getting drowsy as well. You stand up, then help her out of her chair. The two of you turn off the downstairs lights, walk upstairs, and crawl into bed. snuggles up to you, kissing your cheek as she removes your collar. “You don't need this anymore,” she whispers as she drops it beside the bed and the two of you pass out. |