Driving Mommy's car, duh

Stepping through the house, DJ paused only long enough to snag a pair of his mother’s Gucci sunglasses before opening the garage and sliding into her Mercedes coupe.

In no time at all, he was speeding down the highway towards downtown. Driving in the stilettos had concerned him, but it felt like second nature as he weaved in and out of traffic effortlessly. PK’s voice spoke up sounding slightly strained. ‘Yeah, effortlessly, SURE!’ DJ thought he could hear grumbling about controlling traffic during rush hour in the city but the voice slowly went quiet before he could make out exactly what was being said.

Pulling up to the valet parking, DJ slid out of the car and tossed the keys to the valet. He could feel the man’s eyes on his ass as he swayed through the front door of the skyscraper. Entering into the lobby, DJ raised the sunglasses up to rest on his head as he took in the building. A large desk sat front and center with security. DJ froze as he contemplated just heading back home and letting the consequences fall as they may.

‘Nope, no can do. So tell you what. Either you act like the slutty secretary you are dressed like, or mommy dearest is gonna get a video call with you juggling cocks in her favorite sunglasses. What do you think?’ As if to emphasize its point, the entity in his head pulled out his phone and began to scroll through contacts.

Realizing that getting his family involved with PK was the last thing he wanted. DJ silently agreed. ‘Good girl.’ The line sent a shiver through DJ as pleasure coursed along his spine. ‘Oh, yeah, I might have set a few triggers. You’ll see.’ DJ closed his eyes as he rode out the small wave of pleasure before sashaying towards the security desk.

“Good morning Miss, how can I help you today?” The smile cracking across the security guy’s face belied the size and sheer hulk of the man. No one that large had any right looking that friendly.

“Um, I have a meeting with… Mr. Thomas Anderson?” It took a moment for DJ to remember how to address Jason’s father.

“I see, and your name Miss?” The guard manipulated his computer deftly, even if the keyboard and mouse looked like children’s toys in his hands.

“Jackie, Jackie Haitch. That’s H,A,I,T,C,H.” DJ hoped that the information that PK had fed him earlier had been correct, the last thing he wanted was the mountain of a man in front of him to become upset.

“Ah yes, I see here. I can send you right up, I just need to pin this visitor’s badge to you. If you’ll step around here.” The guard stood and DJ blanched as the man's shoulders stood taller than he did, even in the stiletto platforms. Stepping around as indicated, he stood there patiently, his feet together and hands clasped in front of him.

Reaching up, the man grasped DJ’s lapel gently. Still with the side of his hands and with how far his breasts jutted out in front of DJ, it was inevitable that the man would brush against his sensitive nipples through the bra and blouse. The gasp of pleasure escaped DJ’s painted lips as she smiled up at the man.

“Sorry about that Miss Jackie. I’m a bit clumsy sometimes.”

DJ tried to speak up and tell the man off, but instead something different came out of his mouth. “Oh, don’t you worry about that sweety. I enjoyed it.” PK’s laughter at the shock that slid through DJ filled his mind and drowned out the guard’s response. Realizing he might need to know what the guard had said, he spoke up. “I’m sorry sir, what was that?” At the word sir, another wave of pleasure ran through him. Cursing PK silently, DJ listened for the guard’s instructions.

“Not a problem Miss Jackie, this is your temporary ID. My notes say you are an intern here so you’ll need to update this at the end of the day with new credentials once you have been put in the system. Feel free to come see me and I will make sure to put you in the system perfectly.” Somehow the huge man made the technical paperwork sound like a double entendre, even worse was that the flirting sent heat up through DJ’s body and his face blushed visibly.

“Yes Sir.” Another wave of pleasure. With those parting words, DJ moved towards the elevator and pressed the button to ascend. While he stood there waiting and staring at his slutty reflection in the mirror a beautiful blonde woman in a white pants suit walked up.

Her gaze silently critiqued DJ’s outfit and look. When she got down to the heels on his feet she smiled. “Oh, cute. I used to wear Louboutins. Last year.” There was a hint of a Spanish accent in her words as she took a shot at DJ’s outfit. With the unexpected cattiness DJ almost missed the ding of the elevator. It took DJ a minute to realize who he was seeing. This was Jason’s new stepmother Arianna.

As both of them stepped onto the elevator, it selected a single floor after scanning both passes. “Oh, who are you going to see?”

PK’s voice piped up in DJ’s mind. ‘Ok, decision time, cause this bitch is pissing me off. A, you can show this bitch what a real queen is like. 2, you can go see Thomas and fuck her over by making him cheat. So, what do you think you want to do?’