It was a rhetorical question

Before Nicole can reply, Stacy has a wet paper towel and is reaching out to wipe her face. "Sure, fine," she reluctantly says, realizing she doesn't have a choice.

Stacy works on Nicole's makeup while making idle chit-chat about work. "Donald says you're coming into the office for a meeting on Monday?"

Author's Note: Stacy is Don's assistant. Nicole is paranoid Stacy wants her job.

That was part of the reason Nicole wanted to go to the mall again. Buy something nice to return to work in two weeks and find something decent for a face-to-face with her boss on Monday. "Yes, it'll be weird."

Stacy smiles. "For you. I've been coming into the office four days a week for five months. I'm honestly disappointed everyone is being required to come back to work. I've valued my intimate time working side-by-side with Donald. He's taught me so much about marketing."

There's odd breathiness to Stacy's voice as she talks about Don. Even when she says his name. No one in the department uses his full name. "That's great, Stacy," Nicole said. "Maybe you can shadow me when I get back." Nicole tries to be supportive despite her paranoia.

"That's so sweet," Stacy replied, but there was definitely condescension in her tone. "Do you know what you're meeting about?"

"I think he wants to prep me for the return to work."

"Yeah, that's probably it," Stacy said.

Nicole was suddenly feeling less secure. Especially when she thought about the fact that the woman who might be gunning for her job is helping make her face up like a prostitute.

Stacy said, "There we go. Eyes and cheeks all done. Why don't you take care of your lips?"

"Thanks," Nicole said. For the first time she looks in the mirror. "Stacy...I...look...what the hell?"

There wasn't anything subtle about this makeup job. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to look like a whore?"

"N-not so blatantly. Jesus. I need to redo this." There's a loud bang on the door.

It was Huck with his usual terrible timing. He yelled through the door. "Yo, pervert, you about ready?"

Stacy is smiling. "Your step-brother calls you 'pervert'?"

Nicole released a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah. It's just a teasing sibling name. From when we didn't get along and it stuck. Ugh. Fine. It is what it is." She turned back to put on her lipstick. It's so pink. "There," Nicole slammed down the tube of lipstick. "Happy?" She turned to Stacy, who had taken a few steps back, pulled out her phone, and aimed at Nicole. "What the fuck?" She yelled.

"I thought you'd want to have a memory of the fresh look. I'll send it to you."

"No, please delete it. I don't want it."

"Oops, too late, I already sent it to Slack, but I'll delete it from my photo roll. It would be super weird if that photo of you came up while people looked over my shoulder."

"S-Slack. The work Slack?"

"Yeah, just a DM. I don't have your personal info, silly."

"Stacy..." Nicole shakes her head. It would be fine. She was 95 percent sure IT didn't monitor private DMs, but she'd have to get on her laptop as soon as she got home. Nicole had opted out of the option to have work tools on her personal phone. This was precisely the reason. She didn't want to accidentally send any of her Discord tasks to anyone at work. "Whatever, I'm going to be late."

Nicole grumpily pushes past Stacy. She exits and is face-to-face with Huck. Stacy follows her out the door and extends a hand to the large man. "Hiya, I'm Nicole's co-worker."

Huck raises an eyebrow and takes the woman's hand. They shake. Before he can say anything, Nicole blurts out. "Uh, Huck, my colleague Stacy. Stacy my step-brother Huck."

"Step..." He holds Stacy's hand for an uncomfortably long time. "Yeah. Nice to meet you. Were you planning to meet up?"

"No," Nicole keeps cutting them off as quickly as possible to control the conversation. "Just an insane coincide. Anyway, we should go or we'll be late for sis's party."

Huck is still holding Stacy's hand. "That's too bad. You're real pretty. I was hoping you'd be part of Nicole's..."

"Brother!" Nicole almost yelled. She shakes her head. Who calls their 'brother' 'brother' outside of **** porn? This was not going well. "We really need to go."

"Can I have my hand back?" Stacy asked. Huck, let's go.

"Yeah, yeah. Nice meeting you, sweetcheeks. If you wanna be treated like a Princess, let my sister know and she'll connect you." Huck wrapped an arm around Nicole and they turned to walk away.

Stacy wiping her hand on her shirt, watched them walk away. "I see how it is," she whispers as Huck's hand slides down Nicole's back as they walk and tightly grab her ass cheek.

"Get your hand off my ass; you're supposed to be my step-brother," Nicole hissed.

He doesn't move his hand. In fact, he squeezes tighter and the mini-skirt rides up half an inch. "I could sense your jealousy when I was hitting on your friend. Thought you could use a reminder that you're my number one whore. It'll be because she's my girlfriend when I bang her."

The statement was enough to distract Nicole from the hand on her ass. Just a little. Did Huck really think he had a chance with Stacy? And this raw, angry emotion she was feeling inside, what is it? It isn't humiliation, it isn't shame...oh no, Nicole realized she was actually more than a little jealous that Huck was hitting on Stacy.

Nicole was so caught up in her self-analysis that she didn't even notice Huck had led them to the exit. She was so thankful. Soon she'd be out of the public eye, and she could get these out of these boots. They were painful and challenging to walk in.

Nicole hadn't noticed that Huck at some point fished her keys out of her purse. "I'm driving. Hop in," he commands. Nicole didn't love the idea, but she smirked a little as he tried to fit between her seat and the steering wheel. After a few tries he had to put the seat way back. Once they're sitting he makes a proposal.

"Alright, I don't normally give you choice cause it's part of the deal. But I have this fantasy I've always wanted to live out. It has a tiny bit of risk and I'm not an asshole, so let me throw this at you. Never in my life would a guy like me need a prostitute. You're aware that bitches are drawn to my primal magnetism." Huck's incredibly sincere. Nicole needs to fight back a laugh. He continued. "But, since I knew what one was I've wanted to get a whore off the street, but I don't want to go to jail or disease. What I'm asking is if you'll let me drop you off on a corner, wait until I drive around the block, and let me pick you up. We'll find a secluded spot, you'll give me a blowie, I'll kick you out and drive around the block again. I thought you might be hot for it because you like to roleplay."

"Well..."

"Wait, and if you don't want to, we can just go back to your place and I can fuck you blind. Either way, you'll be a whore."

There was a risk. Nicole was always extremely careful when she did tasks. It was always in secluded places or behind locked doors, like in bathrooms. Dressing like this in public was already pushing against her hard limit. Most of the safety-minded folks in her Discord group likely wouldn't approve. "If I'm a prostitute, doesn't that go against my whole free-use thing?" She points out.

Huck laughed. "Shit, no. You'll be a street whore, but it'll also be realistic. If I ever picked up an actual prostitute, they'd cum so hard on my cock that they'd waive their fees. Fuck, they might even pay me because they're so used to simps and cucks. And that's what you'll say when we finish. You don't need to get paid."

The ego on this fucking guy, Nicole thinks as she considers her answer.