Jealousy

Amber Wren loved her new job. Sitting at her new desk, outside of her new boss' office, she felt a great satisfaction answering emails, making her boss look good. Not that it took a lot of effort to make Sam look good. It came naturally to him. She was glad that she had gotten on his team on the ground floor; Amber was perfectly positioned to spend the most time with him, and she could tell the other ladies at work regretted not jumping at the opportunity.

Sure, Amber had been **** to dramatically change her career aspirations, and of course her sexual orientation, but that was all irrelevant. Her new job, her new calling, as Sam's secretary felt right, felt perfect. She wouldn't change it for the world.

It was a lot of hard work, though. Amber had been at the office at the crack of dawn, ordering staff around, setting up Sam's office, moving his files and equipment. Then she'd collected all the relevant materials for the Jasper Falls file and refreshed herself before writing memos to the staff about how she anticipated Sam would want them working, and prepping briefing notes for Sam himself, informing him of what he would need to know. Of course, Sam would already know, Amber reminded herself. He was great at his job. She just needed to prove to him that she was good at her job as well.

Really, if she was being honest with herself, Amber's work day had started the day before. Prior to leaving the office, she had made herself a to-do list. She knew she had to maximize on her time and effort in order to get everything ready for that morning, so there was no time to waste.

The first thing was to break-up with her girlfriend, Sally. They had been together for three years, had lived together for two, all of it blissful. If you had asked Amber last week about Sally, she would have gushed about how generous she was, how kind she was, how she was the best part of her life. Amber had never been one to over-emote, but when it came to Sally she couldn't help it.

But that was then and this was now. Now when Amber thought of Sally, all she could feel was a sense of remorse. It was truly sad that she would have to break the heart of someone so wonderful, but there was no way around it. To stay with her would be living a lie, and Amber had promised herself a long time ago, the day she had come out of the closet, that she would never live a lie again.

It might have seemed like the coward's way, breaking up with Sally over the phone, but Amber only had so much time. She called as she drove, thankful for her Audi's Bluetooth connection. Of course Sally was destroyed. When Amber told her the truth, that she didn't love her anymore, that she had found someone else, that it was a man, Amber had to turn down the volume on the car to save her ears from the heartwrenching wail that came through the speakers. Out of courtesy, Amber kept her on the phone while she drove to the mall, but had to hang up when she got to the parking lot. She couldn't keep talking to her ex while she shopped, after all.

That was next on her list. Shopping. Make-up, lingerie, new outfits. Amber's new life would need a new look. She knew she was sexy, Sally had told her so many times before, but it was time to turn it up a notch. Her new boss, her new man, deserved the best. So she shopped. Amber didn't mind tapping into her savings account to get everything she needed. After all, what was the point of having money if it didn't get you want you want? She ignored the text messages that kept coming through. Sally just couldn't take a hint. Eventually she put her phone on silent and focussed on her task.

Carrying more bags than she had ever before, Amber stopped at one of the three salons in the mall and asked if any estheticians were free. She lucked out and was able to cross number three off of her list. Having never gotten fake nails, the experience was fascinating to Amber. The woman who worked on her hands, Nell, was an artist, and after just under an hour, Amber was walking out of the salon with long, pink, shiny nails. She hoped that Sam would like them.

Next she returned to her car to work on the fourth item on her list. Opening the app on her phone, Amber found an AirBnB near her work. Sally would be a mess, and while Amber would return home to sort out who would live where, how to split up their stuff, all the messy details, she just didn't have time for it that night. That night was all about Sam. On her way to her rental, she stopped at a pharmacy to pick up some toiletries for the night; a toothbrush, deodorant, shampoo, that sort of thing. Luckily for her there was a sex store in the same strip mall. Popping over, Amber picked up a dildo approximately the size of Sam's penis. Which brought her to the final item on her list.

Practice.

Laying on her bed in the rental, Amber watched video after video on her phone. Slutty make-up tutorials. How to use your hips to attract a man. Techniques for the best blowjobs. Hours went by, information went in. Amber hadn't know that there was so much useful information online that she could use for her career. And to think that she had wasted all those years on an ivy league education.

Finally, exhausted, Amber laid back on her bed and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off to sleep. She had done well, accomplished everything on her list, and was rewarded with dreams of Sam. Her boss. Her lover. She dreamed of their encounter in the storage closet, her fingers wrapped around his stockinged legs, her mouth wrapped around his penis.

In the morning she should have been exhausted, but she was too excited to be exhausted. She had so much to do, and she had so much to gain! And so she returned to work and whipped it into shape. By the time Sam got there, his office had been moved, and he had a smile on his face. He seemed to appreciate her new outfit, and her new outlook, so Amber rewarded him with another blowjob. It was the least she could do.

But then that woman arrived.

That was the worst part of working for a dreamboat like Sam. There he was, practically a centerfold from a Playgirl magazine, looking both like a professional and like a beefcake in his shirt, tie, daisy dukes, stockings, and dress shoes. It was enough to make a girl cream. But how was Amber going to keep him for herself? Especially when women like the CFO of Jasper Falls are in the world? Are in his office? Jealousy swelled in her heart. It wasn't fair. Amber had just discovered her love, and now some interloper was going to try to steal it?

She peaked over her shoulder and saw the two talking. The new woman's tawny skin looked so smooth, so perfect. It made Amber feel self-conscious about her own pale tone. For a moment, Amber could understand the wail that Sally had let out the day before.

No.

This wasn't going to happen.

Amber wasn't going to lose her man.

Standing from her desk, she took a deep breath and turned to the door. She had landed him once, now she just had to keep him. She took a step toward her boss' office, knowing full well that she had everything to lose, but everything to gain.