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Exposed at the Office

... is my ten fifteen here yet? Good. Bring the file through. I'll take coffee." He glanced up. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. It was evident I was dismissed. I turned tail and practically scuttled to the door, my flushed face burning right up to the roots of my hair. I reached the door as Sophie, his personal assistant, opened it from the other side, breezing in like a model on her own personal catwalk. Shiny red heels; stockings with a perfect seam up the back, ruler-straight; a clinging black skirt just skimming her buttocks; a silky white sleeveless blouse, buttoned at the front but showing her cleavage and the outline of her perfectly-fitting bra; a gold necklace; her hair pulled back into an elegant clasp; her face beautifully made up. She breezed past me in a cloud of delicious perfume as if I wasn't even there, carrying the files Mr Daniels had asked for.

"Thank you Sophie, you're an angel," he said, looking up with a warm smile. Oh God, why didn't he look at me like that?

And that's why I'd spent hours online, shopping for a new outfit, spending money I didn't have to make sure I fitted in at the office. I didn't want to let Mr Daniels down; when the clients came in on Monday, I would make sure I made the right impression. Mr Daniels would definitely notice me this time; he would smile at me like he smiled at Sophie, seeing how I had followed his advice and made the effort to please him. He'd be so proud of me! With my excellent work, and now looking the part, ...

... maybe I could be his next PA?

I had to pay extra for express delivery to ensure the outfit arrived on Sunday, ready for Monday. The cost of it all had taken my bank balance as close to zero as I'd ever been. I didn't know how I was going to eat for the next week until payday...but that didn't matter. I would look like a million dollars, even if I had less than ten. All evening, I was on tenterhooks, waiting for the buzz of the intercom to tell me my parcels had arrived. It seemed like an eternity! Darkness was falling before they finally came, and I carried them up to my flat like it was Christmas. Crinkling, plastic bags containing the new me.

It was all here. Smart, shiny black heels, just like the Laboutin Kates, with a five inch heel. Hold-up stockings, with a seam up the back just like Sophie's. A silk wrap-around skirt, also in black, midi-length above the knee with a pretty band to tie on the hip, to create a lovely decorative detail. I don't wear skirts much - at all, really! - so this was wonderfully daring! And the top: a silky, button-up, sleeveless blouse, in a pure, crisp white, and a new push-up bra to make the most of my small boobs. An elegant clutch bag just big enough for my phone, and door key. New makeup; and a tiny bottle of the scent that Sophie was wearing, which had cost me all the money I had been saving for a holiday. But that didn't matter: I was breathless with excitement to try it all on!

And so I stood, admiring myself in the mirror, an ...