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DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2
Date: 4/2/2024, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp
... had and picked my ash-colored Christian Louboutin's. Unlike many of my friends who exceeded 5'8", I liked being tall. Unless I'd had another growth spurt, I was still just a hair over six foot tall in my bare feet. The heels of my Louboutin's would elevate me to over 6'4" and the client I was seeing this morning liked tall women. Tall women who didn't wear panties… My panties went back into my panty drawer. Dressed and accessorized with appropriate jewelry and purse, my last act in the bedroom was to spritz the air three times with my favorite perfume before walking through the sweet, scented mist. One last look in the mirror and I grabbed my purse. In the kitchen, I took some condoms from the tin marked Sugar and slipped them into a side pocket of my purse. Some of my clients asked for condoms, and it was better to have too many than not enough. From the tin forTea, I grabbed more tampons and put those in my purse. Ready for the day, I locked my door and headed for the stairs. Walking towards the entrance to the subway, I texted Marla that I'd be on time for my first appointment. Time to shake my money maker… I'm sure anyone reading this is pretty confused by now. But there's a simple explanation. You see, some months ago, Iwas an office temp fresh out of high school. One afternoon, as I was walking out of the building where I'd been filing papers all day, a woman approached me, handed me her card, and offered me a job... CHAPTER TWO... 10 Months ...
... Past… "DISCREETOFFICESERVICES.COM," I read off the card. "Sounds like you work for the CIA or something," I joked, setting my bookbag down beside a chair to accept the coffee cup Marla offered me. "Or something," Marla replied with a small smile She sat with perfect posture in the high-backed, leather chair behind her desk. Sipping from her coffee cup, she smiled, "I've noticed you working in the building this past week. You're a very pretty young lady. Head cheerleader and Prom Queen in high school?" "Thanks for the compliments." I felt the heat of a blush on my cheeks. I've never felt comfortable accepting compliments for things I'd been born with. After all, how much credit can you take for being the recipient of a lucky arrangement of bits and pieces of genetic code? "Cheerleader, yes, but not the head cheerleader, and I got enough votes to be a member of the Queen's Court but not the Prom Queen." Marla laughed, "You were content to be the Queen Bee, weren't you." "Well..." I shrugged. "It seemed to really mean a lot to one of my girlfriends. It just wasn't worth it to me to split our group into competing factions." "I thought so. Anyway, about the job offer. You see, twelve years ago, I was sitting in a chair much like the one you are sitting in now and looking across a desk very much like this one. I was being offered the same opportunity I'm offering to you. Different office, different city, of course, but the offer was the same." "And in just twelve years you ...