Take the folder

You take the folder and **** a smile.

“OK,” you say.

Jade smiles, waves, and leaves.

God… You hate her so much. The folder has no writing on it, nothing. You have learned from many months of working for Annette that sometimes things are urgent, and sometimes they are not. If Jade doesn’t have to even jot down what the fuck this is, then it must be pretty important. She’s assuming that Annette is expecting it.

You stand up with a sigh, checking your watch. It’s almost break time.

You go to Annette’s door and knock.

“Yeah?” she calls out distractedly.

You open the door and enter her office. As always, the main smell is of her perfume, but there’s a lingering, underlying scent of pussy because she masturbates in here so much. You close the door, keeping your professional veneer in place.

“Hi. This just came.” You approach the desk with the folder.

“From Jade? Hell yes,” Annette says, throwing her phone down and getting up to snatch the folder out of your hands. She tears it open, taking out a thick stack of heavy, glossy photographs that gleam in the light.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” Annette says, and it’s almost a sensual moan rather than a statement. She licks her lips, thumbing briefly through the photos. “Oh, fuck.”

“You OK?” you ask. You’ve never seen her like this.

Annette suddenly grins and looks up at you.

“Want to play a game?” she asks.

Oh god… she’s being weird.

It’s almost break time. If you agree to this, you’ll miss your break, which is your chance to sneak out with your camera and make a buck.

On the other hand, what the fuck is this? Annette wants to play a game?

You have to make a choice.

Play with Annette? Or go take photos?