No choice

Nervous as you are, you have no choice. There could be a chance to move up here… you know? It’s not always about your qualifications. Sometimes it’s about who you know. Sucking up to the boss is not a bad idea, right?

But what if she tries to rope you into a three-way with Zarya or something?

Well… Zarya’s pretty hot. But Annette? She’s objectively attractive, but you can’t see her that way. Besides, you’re not that interested in a woman with no dick. And what about Rita? Don’t you have enough secrets from her already?

Buzzing with anxiety, you get ready, unconsciously dressing up like you would for a date. Rita won’t be home until late tonight, so you’re good to go. Are you trying to look cute? Professional? Both? Was she serious about a marketing job? Or maybe you could ask questions about a photographer gig…

You put on some classy slacks and a blouse that lets you show some cleavage. Is Annette into girls that don’t have a dick? Does it matter? Do you want her to find you attractive? You don’t have an answer for any of that, you just don’t want to seem too formal. This isn’t officially a job interview.

Your camera bag is on the table by the door. You leave it there and head out, leaving the dinner that you made for Rita on the table with instructions to heat it up. As you are going out the door, you hesitate.

Rita doesn’t trust Annette. You better not tell her about this. You’ll have to think of a story.