Go to Cheri's job

I woke up remarkably clean. I couldn't even smell sex on me despite the liberal coating I got. Did someone take me in the shower? Not only that, but I was dressed too. I was surprised my darling wife even wanted me in clothes, let alone something so professional. You're dressed to give a power point presentation on office time management.

"Good Morning, John," my body said; there's no way to tell who was in it though, "So, here's the deal: I'll let you stay in my body, but you have to go to work. Frankly, I love how slutty you are, but I'm not losing my job for your sex habits."

"But I don't even know what you do really. I know where you work, and you're somewhere in middle management or something, but I don't know how to do your job

Cheri laughed and kissed my cheek, careful not to disturb my makeup. "Don't worry, John, you'll love it. Just do whatever Paul says." She handed me a little cheat sheet with directions right up to her desk, but gave no indication on what exactly she did. I would've liked to ask some questions, but she all but pushed me out the door.

Damn, why did we have to take this so far? Sure, sex last night was amazing, but did I really need to stay in Cheri's body all the time? Susan was probably back in her body at her job and Cheri seemed confident I could do hers, but my job was pretty technical. I could do it from home, but did that mean I would have to do both now?

Of course, I didn't let my worries get in the way of Cheri's job. If I lose the job, I lose the body, and Susan wont like it if I lose the body.

As promised, the instructions got me to the desk, but I had no idea why Cheri thought I'd like this job. It's mostly making spreadsheets. Since Cheri already set up the templates I'd need, all I had to do was plug number where they belonged. It was easy, but it was so boring.

Around midday, a man sauntered out the elevator over to me. I assumed he must be someone's nephew or something and hated him the second I saw him. Then he came over and confirmed my every suspicion.

He slammed his hand into my desk and leaned over me, "Hey, hot stuff, didn't I tell you to wear something more attractive? Why so shy? Sure, the boss might give you a hard time over it, but I know how you like hard times." he laughed at his own joke. "Any way, that shit can wait; I need you to help me with a presentation."

I watched him enter an office with the name Paul Winston engraved on the door. Shit, it just had to be that guy. I let out a sigh and begrudgingly trudged into his office.