I Wonder Why

You arrive at the door of the locked up office five minutes early to find Connie already there and waiting for you with the keys.

"Thanks so much for giving up your Saturday to, you know, do this" you tell her with genuine appreciation.

"It's quite alright. When I told you I was available any time you require my services, and that I'm happy to do anything you ask, I meant it. I hope you'll see now that I'm as good as my word."

"That feels like going way beyond the call of duty, Connie."

"I really don't mind. In fact, when you tell me you need me for something, like what we'll be doing today for example, it makes me very happy" she blushes, just slightly, but enough for you to notice it "I fear I was a little too candid there. I hope it didn't sound strange."

It did a little. But no more so than the unusual way almost everyone else round here has behaved towards you since you woke up in Primrose Lane under mysterious circumstances. And you find those little yellow pills really take the edge off the weirdness and allow you to enjoy all of these wonderful experiences you keep having without questioning them too much.

"We can do this almost anywhere you want" Connie tells you as she opens the door and switches on the lights "I have the keys to give us access to every room in the building, except for Mr Benson's office. Or John, as I'm supposed to call him now. He keeps those to himself, but I can't think of any reason why you would want to shoot in there anyway. Yours is so much bigger and more impressive than his."

"So nobody is allowed in John's room?" you take the chance to enquire..

"Yes, it's a recent rule"

"How recent?"

"As of this week, I believe."

In other words, this rule was made around the time you 'arrived' here. Whatever the fuck he has hidden away in there surely relates to your current situation.

"Do you have any idea why? It doesn't seem like his work should be all that confidential."

"I really don't think about it, honestly. John doesn't interest me at all. My only concern here is you."

It's probably best to shift the subject now. It's obvious she doesn't want to talk about the forbidden office and you're keen to get on with the shoot.

A part of you is expecting to get slapped when you ask Connie to undress. Even though she is an intelligent woman, and you feel you explained what you wanted from her today very clearly, you can't quite believe that she has understood the ask and is happy to go along with it. Is your personal assistant really okay with stripping naked and posing however you tell her because she likes to be helpful to you? She seems so conservative and straight laced. Perhaps she thinks she won't need to take her clothes off in what she considers to be a practice run?

"Are you still happy to go ahead with the modelling shoot?"

"Of course, that's why we're here, right?" Connie looks vaguely perplexed by the question but answers with impeccable politeness as always "You'll notice I've come equipped with my reading glasses. I rarely wear them, but I thought the contrast might work well - to reduce me from the prim and proper, slightly snooty looking secretary to the bosses naked and willing play toy by the end of our afternoon together."

Holy fuck. So she is okay with the nudity then. And as for her becoming 'the bosses naked and willing play toy' by the end of the afternoon - was she talking purely about the shoot there?

"Does that sound good, Chuck? I won't be offended if my approach doesn't appeal to you."

Well, you now have a raging hard on before you have even started the session, which does rather answer that particular question.

"It sounds fantastic Connie, it's a really sexy concept. You obviously have a great instinct for this."

"Sexy?" she smiles coyly and touches up her hair for a moment before regaining her usual composure "I'm happy that you think that, and also that you trust my instincts. I did have some ideas for what you could do with me that would hopefully prove quite stimulating for a man. I don't want to step on your toes though, you're calling the shots and I promise to do whatever you say."

Something about Connie's matter-of-fact and almost clinical way of discussing this comes out even hotter than if she was deliberately talking dirty to you. Is that a happy accident? Or does she know exactly what she's doing? Is she playing up the intensely arousing contrast between the prim and proper secretary and soon to be naked play toy that she proved she understood earlier for your benefit as much as for the shoot? If so, it's working. You'd love to abandon the photography aspect of this and just fuck her right now, having ripped Connie's clothes off her and put her into the position you would most like to see her in yourself. But that's not what you are being paid for, so you press on.

"I'm ever so grateful for you doing this for me Connie. To say it isn't part of your job description would be a huge understatement."

"Not at all. I hope this doesn't sound like I'm speaking out of turn or being inappropriate, but I was actually thrilled to be the first person you asked. I'm sure I was just in the right place at the right time, but I know you could have approached any girl in town, so it means a lot that you thought of me. I also feel like this gives me the perfect opportunity to demonstrate to you that I'm willing to do and be whatever you need. Even if something is outside my usual comfort zone, you'll find I'm extremely adaptable. So if there is anything you would like me to do for you, anything at all at any time, you only ever have to ask."

This girl really does seem too good to be true.

You decide this session deserves its own yellow pill. It's not like you are getting hooked on them or anything, in fact Dr Larsen assured you they are completely non addictive, but you want to be able to fully appreciate what is about to happen without being plagued by any of those pesky nagging doubts that seem to keep resurfacing.

"I thought perhaps we could start with a fully clothed shot of me sitting on the desk in your office taking notes? We want to tell a story here after all, of how I am so overcome with lust for you that I quickly lose all sense of my usual self, as well as my clothes and inhibitions. Does that sound like something that works for you?"

Damn, you really hope you don't cum into your trousers before you even take the first snap.

"I like it a lot Connie. Why don't you hop up there and we can begin."

"I'm so pleased you're receptive to my ideas" she tells you as she gets herself into position "I must confess I wasn't sure how accurate my instincts for what a man likes would be. After all, I've been single for as long as I can remember."

"That really surprises me Connie, you're so..." it's probably best not to start gushing over her very obvious beauty in as sexually charged a situation as this already is "You just don't seem like someone who would have any trouble finding a man to sweep you off your feet."

"That's very kind of you to say, but a lack of attention really hasn't been the issue. Romantically, I'd only be interested in a man who is powerful, dominant and knows exactly how to put me in my place. That's why I was so excited when you showed up. Every other guy around here is so weak and placid, but you're the total opposite of them all. Goodness, I'm being inappropriate again aren't I? I do apologise"

"It's fine Connie, I want you to always speak your mind and be honest around me."

"You see! That's a perfect example of what I was talking about. Taking control and telling me exactly what you want from me, which is just how I like it. I suppose then I should be honest and say it made me melt a little, you being so direct and authoritative with me just then. It makes me feel so safe and comfortable around you."

But were you? You don't feel you are a dominant or authoritative figure at all, or that you have displayed any signs to suggest you are today. The women in this town have a strange habit of projecting exactly what they want in their ideal man onto you whether it's there or not. There really is no logical explanation for that.

But who fucking cares? You take the first shot, knowing this is about to get way more exciting.

"I think for the next one the glasses come off and the hair comes down, yes?"

"Great instincts again Connie. And maybe we have you kneeling on the table rather than sitting."

"Whatever you want, Chuck."

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Connie looks like a movie star as she poses for her second picture. She is drop dead gorgeous and would do literally anything for you. You don't give a fuck how or why this is happening. All you need to know is that it is happening, and that the rest of this session will go exactly how you decide it should.