Preparations first

Getting the job proved to be the easiest part. Her boss had seemed **** and with a little flirting, cleavage and legs he'd become putty in her hands.

Waking up for it and getting there on time were pure ****. Amanda was used to sleeping as she wanted, and she'd almost forgotten her clock had an alarm on it. When it went off the next day, in early afternoon, she couldn't figure out what was making the awful racket. After a long moment of confusion she swatted the alarm, putting it into snooze mode. The next time it went off she just flipped the alarm switch off.

When she happened to wake up a half hour later with the urge to pee she finally remembered why she'd set it in the first place.

A quick shower, a hunt for clothes and applying the make-up followed. She looked good for such short-notice, she thought, but felt she was missing something.

White top, nearly sheer but all she could find, and black bottoms. That was what he'd asked for, right? In spite of feeling certain that it was she still felt like she was forgetting something.

Shrugging, she turned from the mirror, picked up her little handbag, and went off to work.