First Day

The morning comes for you to begin your first day on the job. You walk up and knock on her door, suitcase in hand as this is a live in job. You don’t have much stuff, some clothes, phone charger, spare shoes, and that’s about it.

After a moment you knock again and hear a somewhat annoyed “I’m coming!” Lauren opens the front door, wearing nothing but a towel. “I apologize, I just was in the tub. And also you tend to slow down as you get older, you’ll learn one day.” You can’t help but stare a bit, but quickly compose yourself, “Well come in.”

You walk inside past her, “At least you’re early rather than late. So I will give you a pass. Follow me and I’ll show you to your room.” Lauren walks toward the stairs and begins to climb them slowly, “I hope you last longer than the previous assistants I had. You’re the fourth one I’ve had so far.”

“Well, why didn’t they last?” You ask. She giggles, “They… didn’t meet my standards, let’s say.” You find yourself looking at her legs as you follow her up the stairs. Curiosity of what may be under that towel comes to the front of your mind, but you shake it off.

“Alright, here is your room. Set your stuff down and meet me in the living room.” She says as she turns and leaves, allowing you your last glimpse at her cleavage…