It’s Just Lunch

You can’t imagine anything more innocuous than lunch.

“Sure, why not.”

Linda grins. “We’ll have to get you cleaned up a bit. I think I have a spare dress and some heels.”

Linda searches through a small wardrobe in her office. She pulls out a black mini-dress and a pair of black stiletto heels. Lydia and Linda turn around allowing you to change.

Lydia whistles as she turns back around. “Well doesn’t she clean up nice. Vespa is going to love her.”

“Jessica, follow us.”

You admire how graceful they are high heeled shoes. As they exit the office they both grab parasols.

You exit The Company. Linda and Lydia pop open their parasols, despite the partially cloudy sky. It ignites your curiosity.

“What’s with the parasols? You’d think you two were vampires or something.”

Linda and Lydia share a look. Then laugh.

Linda smiles at you. “You can never be too careful with skin cancer.”

Lydia seamlessly interrupts. “Besides we’re trying to start a fashion trend.”

You head toward a little bar.

“Are we headed there?”

Linda nods. “Yes, Vespa has been working with the owners to create an atmosphere that satisfies our needs.”

A shiver runs down your spine. For just a moment you wonder if Emily isn’t crazy.

Lydia grins at you. “You’re going to love Vespa.”

The three of you step inside the bar. It is dark and a little cold.

Waiting for you is a woman you can only describe as dominant and commanding. Her hair is black as pitch. Her dress is formal and immaculate, yet shows her curves and amplifies her sexuality.

“Who is this morsel?”

Her voice is compelling. It takes you a moment to realize she is talking about you.

Linda answers. “She’s the new girl from the mailroom. Jessica, this is Vespa.”

Vespa gives Linda a stern look. “There are rules.”

“No she’s not here for that. We thought she’d be a good fit for legal. Perhaps the scholarship program?”

“Hmm.”

Vespa stares are you. It seems like her eyes are boring right through you. Her face shows no emotion. She walks around you examining you like a hunk of meat.

She gives you the faintest of smiles. “Jessica, how would you like to be a lawyer?”

“I...I...I never even considered it. The schooling was too expensive.”

Vespa grins showing bright white teeth. “Money would be no object. The Company’s scholarship would pay for everything. Does that sound good?”

You ponder. This is an amazing opportunity, but do you want to be a lawyer?