Grace's missing memory

Grace was alone in her room picking out an outfit for the day. While she had been freed from her promise to Mary to dress conservatively she was still trying to keep in mind the attitudes of other people. With some effort she had discovered that while her trait pushed her towards skimpy clothes, there really wasn't anything stopping her from dressing however she liked. Even her new obsession with latex wasn't set in stone. It was true she found those clothes to be really, really hot, but she didn't HAVE to wear them.

Despite all that internal monologue about not being **** to obey her traits she found herself dressed in a outfit that really did pander to them. It was all black, suiting her goth nature, and exposed a significant amount of cleavage. Still she felt quite comfortable in this outfit and the jacket did a lot to make her look respectable in her own mind. The cute choker she'd worn yesterday completely the look and something about wearing it so tight triggered a pleasant response from her bondage trait.

She went into the kitchen and sat down at the island to wait for Maya to serve her. She'd never really ordered Maya and Eva to do all the cooking and cleaning, but it had kind of ended up that way. Grace was getting quite used to being served.

Maya turned around and set a plate down in front of Grace, "Here you go Mistress...oh...you're wearing the choker?"

Grace pulled the plate closer and looked up at her confused, "Yes. It looks good on me, doesn't it?"

"Yes of course. Hot. I mean...that's not my point."

Grace stared at her. What was she going on about? "I'm quite capable of dressing myself. Thank you very much."

"Yes. Of course, sorry Mistress. I'm sure you know what you are doing." Maya said quickly. Then she moved to start cleaning up.

Grace finished her breakfast and gathered her stuff for work. She slipped on some heels and said bye to her roommates, "Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone!" She called.

"You bet Mistress!" Eva shouted back.

Grace rolled her eyes, they were definitely going to get into trouble.

She started walking to work and realized she was a little ahead of schedule. She decided to stop in to see Daniel and get a coffee. He was at the cash and there was no line so she walked right up to him, "Hi cutie, can I get a large latte?"

He smiled back at her, "Of course and in exchange can I grope you?"

Grace looked at him quite confused, but found herself reply, "Yes of course." He reached out and squeezed her tits with both hands, a smile on his face. Then he went to go make her drink.

She tried to figure out what just happened. She didn't have a problem with Daniel touching her chest. Well, the only problem was that he didn't do more. And she wouldn't complain about a free coffee...and of course it was a perfectly acceptable trade...it was just odd.

Daniel finished making the coffee and handed it to her. She thanked him a blew him a kiss then left.

When she got to work she saw someone get into the elevator and the doors start to close, "Hold the elevator!" She called out.

"Of course!" Came the reply and the doors started to open again, "And in exchange we can talk on the way up."

She didn't know the man. He worked for a different company that rented space in the same building, but he really, really wanted to talk about a tv show he'd watched last night. Grace listened intently, it wasn't the kind of show she'd like but it was nice that he was so happy. When they reached his floor he thanked her for the chat and left.

She made it to her shared office and got straight to work. She was still in the thick of things with the work Shailene had assigned. There was a lot to know and she was worried she wouldn't be able to grasp it all. After reading one particularly heavy section she stopped to ask Shailene a question.

"Shailene may I ask you a question?"

Shailene looked up, "Of course and in exchange I'll ask you one."

That only seemed fair. Grace nodded, "Of course. Why did you pick me for this role? I don't know that I'm smart enough."

"Nonsense. Don't sell yourself short Grace. I picked you because I see a lot of potential in you. In fact you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger," Shailene offered her a warm smile, "Now my turn. Where did you get that choker? I love it! It really suits you."

Grace opened her mouth to reply, "I...uh..." Her mind was reeling. Where did she get it? "I...can't remember."

"Oh, too bad. You know what it doesn't matter, I don't think i could pull it off anyway. That's a young woman's necklace, I'm far too old for that."

"Do you want to try it on?" Grace suggested.

"Well...oh...alright." Shailene said. Grace took it off and handed it to her. Shailene put it around her neck.

"How do I look?" Shailene asked.

"You look great." Grace said.

"Tell me your honest opinion." Shailene said.

"Of course, and in exchange you will tell me honestly about my performance," Grace found it only natural to offer up something in exchange, "The choker doesn't look great on you. I'm sorry."

Shailene shook her head, "No no. I wanted honesty. Thank you," She took the choker off and handed it to Grace, "And it is hard to rate your performance so far because I've just had you reading. Why don't you give me a summary of the Horst account and I'll tell you how you did."

"Right, well..." Grace went into a detailed summary, trying to remember everything she'd learned.

When she was done Shailene beamed at h er, "Fantastic. I knew I made the right choice. You are doing just fine Grace. Keep it up. Oh and put that necklace back on, really it does suit you."

Grace smiled, "Thanks." She put the choker back on. She felt pretty good, she was really happy to have impressed Shailene. She was just a good boss.