Getting ready for a night on the town.

You make your way into the small bathroom and rummage under the sink for Sue's care package. You pull the wipes and towels out and pile them on the toilet seat. You spend about ten minutes swabbing and wiping before it feels safe to slide your panties back on. Then you check the packages really quick and note they are sewer safe. So you pile the used products in the bowl and flush them down. Then you pull your phone out and text Sue really quick.

"Supplies under the sink are a lifesaver! Where can I find a mop?"

You put it down on the back of the toilet and start cleaning your face. The clutch was too small to hold a lot but you do have some basic stuff in there. You applied product pretty thick this morning because you figured Beckett was into the slut look but that's no option now. He's gonna have to make do with the 'no makeup' job.

You have your face clean and have started your brushwork when the cell beeps. You pick it up and read Sue's response.

"Glad to help! Next to the office on the right is the cleaning closet, it's all there. Don't forget to use Buzz to unlock it all."

You text a quick thanks and get back to work on your face. Another ten minutes slip by before you finish. You get fully dressed and pop out to get the mop and bucket, fill it in the bathroom and walk over to the desk to call Beckett.

"Can I come in and mop the balcony real quick?"

"Sure honey, knock yourself out."

You walk in and make a beeline for the patio. You can feel him watching every step but neither of you say a word. It only takes a couple of minutes to mop up the mess on the floor and wipe the tabletop down really quickly. You stride through his office and out the door. You were kinda surprised he didn't say anything but you have a feeling you haven't quite figured out all his weird quirks yet. You mop the bathroom floor really quick and wipe the sink down. Then it's time to empty the bucket and put it all back again.

You make your way back to your desk and as you sit the phone rings. You answer it and hear a distinguished sounding older gentleman's voice.

"Yes. I'm calling about an appointment. My name is Frederick Dawson."

"Hello, Sir. I'm Simone and I'm Mr. Beckett's temp secretary. I can help with that."

"Good. I sadly need to cancel my appointment this afternoon. Can I reschedule for next week?"

"Ummm sure. Give me one moment to pull the scheduling books up."

You quickly text Sue telling her about the appointment issue. She texts back less than a minute later.

"Just ask him to hold a sec and hit *427 on the phone."

You quickly ask him to hold and hit the code, then hear a click as the phone hangs up. You quickly text Sue again.

"I think I hit something wrong and hung up :("

"Nope. I got him. I'll give you the schedule deets in a minute and you can pass them to the Lecher :)"

You just laugh and hang the phone up. A text comes in a few minutes later.

"He's now on Wednesday at 3. I doubt Charles will care, they hate each other :)"

"Thx!"

You pick up the phone and ring the boss's office.

"Sir? Mr. Dawson rescheduled. The earliest we could get him in is Wednesday at 3."

"No loss that one, he always eats up an hour of time over the smallest of details. I wish you'd have scheduled him for March."

"Sorry, Sir. My instructions were to handle reschedules with the desires of the client in mind. That leaves your next meeting at 7."

"That sounds just like what Sue would teach dammit. The 7 isn't here at the office, sweetie. Relax for a bit, I'll pop out when I'm done in here and we can discuss the night."

"I'll be waiting, Sir."

You text a quick line of hearts to Sue and she just sends a smile emoji back. If you weren't being paid to fuck her husband, you feel pretty sure you'd be great friends. You shrug and pull the Sims back up on your phone. Gotta kill time somehow until Beckett springs his next surprise.

No word from the boss yet but a half-hour later the phone rings and you answer. You recognize the voice as the guard downstairs.

"Ms. Stewart?"

"Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"

"I have a delivery man here from Neiman Marcus. He says he has a package for Mr. Beckett."

"Hold him a sec, Ok?"

"Can do."

You put the call on hold and ring the back office.

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

"Sir, there's a delivery for you downstairs."

"It's for you. Accept the package but don't open it."

"Yes, Sir."

You tell the man on the other line to let the delivery through and find yourself signing for a package about 8"x 8"x 20".

Beckett steps out of the back office as the front door shuts.

"With that appointment gone, I'm not going to harass you all afternoon. Is your outfit OK for a meeting tonight?"

"It should be. My shirt would have been a mess if you hadn't tossed it on the sofa, but I think outside the panties it's OK."

"Good. Uber back to your room and freshen up. You can open the box when you get there. It's four-thirty now, I'll have a car pick you up at 6:30."

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and goes back to his office. You text Sue.

"Well, I'm Ubering back to my room, pick up at 6:30."

"I'll order the car," Sue texts back. "You can spend his money, he'll get over it."

"Thx :)"

You play the game on your phone for a few more minutes until the Uber app tells you the car is downstairs. A quick ten-minute ride has you back in your room by 5:00. Curiosity quickly wins the battle in your brain between bath and present so you sit on the edge of the bed and rip the box open. Tucked inside are a black pair of Gucci Princetown leather mules. You have to shake your head and look again to believe it. Those things are super expensive. You slide them on for a second and think 'super expensive and super comfortable'! You carefully put them on the floor next to the bed and head to the bathroom.

You run a warm bath and while it fills, undress and strip all the makeup off your face. Then you set the phone alarm for 5:30 and slide into the warm water. You lay back, soak a washcloth in the water, and cover your face with it. You let the warmth penetrate your being and just relax for a while. Whatever is coming tonight, this is just what you need to loosen up.

When the alarm goes off, you hop out of the bath, dry off, and get dressed. You throw the mules on figuring it best to walk around in them a bit and head back to the bathroom. After the rough afternoon blowjob, you decide a ponytail makes the most sense, better to keep the hair out of your face if that happens again. You are just finishing up your makeup when the phone rings.

"Hello!"

Mr. Beckett's voice comes through loud and clear.

"We're waiting downstairs, hun."

"On my way!"

You grab your bag, slip your phone in, and go downstairs. You see a man out front of the hotel holding the back door of a sky blue Lexus. You walk out and he addresses you.

"Ms. Stewart."

"Yes?"

"Your ride, Ma'am."

You climb in the back and see Beckett sitting on the other side. The driver starts up and merges into traffic without a word. Charles smiles.

"Ok, Simone. Now let's chat about how the evening is going to go.

You look at his wide smile and expect he has a lot planned. It may be a long night but at least you're getting some nice shoes out of it.