More trouble

Luckily the meeting was over, but now the next hurdle came ... lunch break. During my careful walk to the cafeteria, I had to be careful that no one saw me, but I already failed at the first person. Tanya, one of the three other women who works with us, saw me. Tanya and I didn't get along very well, mostly because of our age difference. I'm 24, she's 43. Tanya looked at me and said, "Do you need attention again?" With shame on my cheeks, I told her the story. About my boots, my skirt and the meeting. I was hoping Tanya could help me get through the day a little bit.

Tanya said she was willing to help me. I sighed with relief. "Uh uh but not so young lady." I looked at her, startled. "W-w-what do you mean Tanya?" She looked at me without blushing and said, "Everything has a price!"

This, of course, was Tanya's chance to get me. I became Mr. Sutton's secretary at her expense. "W-w-what do you mean? Do you want my job?" "Oh no Michelle, I want you, or rather your dignity. It's up to you sweetheart, your bra or your thong to start?