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Chapter 8 by Ben Rosewood Ben Rosewood

How does tomorrow play out?

Strategic Sleep In

Another reason to hate Greg: He sets his alarm early. Like 5:00 AM early. After hitting the alarm clock, I look to the nightstand, finding a planner. I wonder if I can get more insight into what's in store for me today. Flicking through the pages, I find today's date with the following notes:

'Meeting w/ Carlos 10:00 AM.

Have escort dress as secretary.'

Okay, so if I wake him up now, he has plenty of time to disappoint me some more. Screw it. A few more hours of sleep would be nice, anyway.

* * *

The alarm hits my ears once again at 8:30 o'clock. Again I slap it, before throwing on a silk robe and heading out to Greg, who's still passed out. I shake him awake, to which he blinks.

"Good morning."

"Oh... Hey. What's the time?"

"8:30-ish."

"Oh shit."

"There a problem?"

"The client's gonna be here in about an hour."

"Well, how about you have some breakfast?"

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, no."

"Okay... I was planning on ordering in."

"How about you go do that and I'll get ready?"

"Sure... You know I had something in mind?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you be able to pose as my secretary?"

"I can do that." I figured that might happen, so I made sure to pack some work clothes.

"Great. I'll order in some food."

Whilst we wait, Greg drinks a coffee and I down a glass of water. Neither of us acknowledges last night, but that's fine by me. Sure enough, the food comes, and we both fill ourselves before taking out respective showers. To my surprise, he doesn't even ask for a handjob in the shower. In fact, he seems all business at this point. Suits me.

For my outfit, I put on a set of red heels, sheer stockings held up by a red garter belt, and (you guessed it) red lace panties. Above that sits a short, navy blue pencil skirt that hugs my hips and a tight red turtleneck sweater. I top it all of with fake thick-rimmed glasses and red lipstick. Now ready, I head out and find Greg sitting at the table, dressed in a two-piece suit.

"All ready?" He asks.

"Sure am."

And right on cue, the doorbell rings.

What's next?

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