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Working 9 to 5

... pearl necklace. “Something for tonight. I’m taking you out for a meal.” As they bustled in to the pub with their bags all of the eyes turned towards them. The other drinkers were mainly office workers. Seeing Nikki walking in, still in her towering heels, short skirt and skimpy top must have been quite a site. Vincent ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate Nikki’s new job. Before Nikki realised it, they were half way through a second bottle and she didn’t remember seeing Vincent drinking much. “I’ve been thinking Nikki. You looked terrible this morning with mascara running down your face.” “Well thank you Vinny! Aren’t you a little charmer?” “Ha! You know I didn’t mean it like that. We could fix your running make-up problem quite easily. Ever thought of permanent make-up? There’s a tattoo parlour on the front. We could pop in on the way back to the office and you’d never have to worry again.” In her slightly tipsy state it seemed an obvious solution to Nikki. Before she knew it she was lying back whilst the tattoo artist applied black eyeliner to her lids and a crimson red around her lips. Because of the alcohol and despite the pain, Nikki nodded off whilst the artist did his work. When she woke up and looked in the mirror Nikki suddenly realised that there was no going back. How could she cover this up as a man? “Well Nikki, don’t you look the pretty girl? I suppose there’s no point in going back to the office now. Would you like to come back to mine to get ready for ...

... tonight?” Nikki just nodded a little dazed. What had happened today? Nick had left home to start his new life in IT. The plan had been he would leave his alter ego in the closet for a few months. But before the end of his first day, Nikki had kicked Nick in to the closet (and locked the door) and Nikki was going back to her new boss’s place to get ready for a romantic meal. She hoped that Vincent didn’t think she was that type of girl. Of course, she was that type of girl, but she didn’t want Vincent to think that she was! When they got back to Vincent’s place to get changed, he was a true gent. He showed her to the bathroom and drew her a bath. As Nikki relaxed in the bubble bath, drinking a glass of red wine, she wondered how the night would pan out. Should she play it coy and be hard to get? Should she be a cougar and get her man in bed and ravage him? Or should she go with the flow and see what sort of a man Vincent was? After soaking in the bath, Nikki dressed in her new clothes. She pulled the black tights up her long, smooth legs and slipped her feet in to her new strappy sandals. The corset had laces at the front. As she pulled it tight it almost looked like she had some cleavage poking out of the top of the corset. She squeezed herself in to the little black dress and smiled at herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was a beautiful, young, confident woman. As she stepped out of the bathroom, Vincent was standing before her. “Nikki, I have a confession to make.” Oh ...