The next day's turns

Grace had planned ahead and turned the heat up in her apartment before bed. She was a lot more relaxed this morning getting ready, already adjusting to life as a nudist. To make her life easier she decided that it didn't matter if she got dressed in the hallway. Who cares if someone got a little peak...right? Still she decided to forgo a bra and underwear and just put on a dress. She'd be clothed in just a few seconds. She opened the door slowly and looked up and down. Seeing nobody she tossed her purse and shoes into the hall. Then holding onto her dress she hopped into the hallway and pulled it down over her head.

She put on her heels and grabbed her purse. She was pretty sure nobody had seen her. She looked down at herself. She looked good. Real good. She just hoped this wasn't pushing things too much for the office. Once again this was more of a party dress than a work dress.

Still she wasn't that concerned. She was just an intern after all.

When she got to work she immediately started on her report. By the time her boss came to collect it she was finished and just re-reading it for the 4th time. She handed it over with a smile on her face.

"You seem happy Grace." Her boss said.

She nodded, "I am proud of my work. I hope you will be too."

He nodded, "Yes...well...we'll see," He turned to leave but then stopped, "Listen...Jason has been spreading some rather...nasty rumors about you. He's...well...he's calling you an escort. Normally I'd dismiss it out of hand but...well...not to be impolite but the way you've been dressing lately..."

Grace was horrified, "No! I'm not. Of course not. Jason asked me out last night. I was really creeped out so I told him I'd go if he paid me. I was just trying to think of a way to get him to leave me alone." She was thankful the whore trait didn't **** her to explain that she really would have gone with him if he'd paid.

Her boss sighed, "Right. Thank you for telling me. We've had some...issues...with Jason in the past. Unfortunately he is a partner, it is difficult to discipline him. Please let me know if he says anything to you. I mean anything at all. I'll tell him not to talk to you for any reason."

Grace smiled, "Thanks. I appreciate you having my back."

Her boss just grunted and left. Grace groaned. That's the last thing she needed. All it would take is for one of Jason's 'bros' to make a stupid escort joke to her and she'd confirm it by accepting the money. She pulled out her phone and texted Eva, telling her all about it. She just needed someone to vent to.

They had been texted back and forth for a while when Eva messaged that her timer was almost up. Grace wished her good luck and waited. Moments later her phone rang, "Hello?" Grace said answering.

"Grace! I need help!" Eva begged.

"Of course, what happened? What did you get?"

"Uh...attenion...whore. It said Makeup Pro. But I'm not wearing any makeup! It feels...I just need some. I can't be seen like this. I'm hiding in the bathroom. Can you come and bring me some makeup? I can't go back out there until I fix my face," Eva sighed, "And yes...I know it's just the game. I don't want to wear makeup. I have to."

Grace looked at the time. It was a little early for her lunch...but they wouldn't miss her, "Ok. I'm coming. Text me the address."

Grace went as fast as she could, but she had to stop to buy some cosmetics. She didn't exactly carrying them with her. Eventually though she found Eva in the bathroom. Grace expected to have to help her, but apparently the trait had come with knowledge and experience because Eva got to work applying it to herself. Soon she was done, "Oh. Thank you so much. I feel so much better now." Eva said smiling.

Grace thought maybe she'd been a little heavy with it, but who was she to judge, "You're welcome. Now I really should get back, I took an early lunch."

Eva nodded, "Right. Oh. Let me cook for you tonight, make it up to you. Oh...do you want me to invite Raj again? Do you need...a...um...refill?"

Grace's eye went wide, remembering their last dinner together. Then she felt her stomach grumble, "Actually...uh...ya. Thanks. If he's willing..."

Eva laughed, "Trust me. He's willing. In fact I think he'd do practically anything for either of us at this point."

Grace said bye and hurried back to work. Nobody had noticed or cared about her absence and she slid back into her assigned tasks. Just after lunch she got an email from her boss, praising her report. She rode that high all the way until her phone chimed. It was her turn again .

Grace gulped. She did not want to pick whore again. And the last one was definitely a butt plug. She involuntarily clenched her cheeks, no way anything was going in there. That left the middle one. Unfortunately it was the strange colors. That mean it was more rare, right? Her facial fetish had been rare. Was that a good thing or bad thing? Maybe she'd be better off doubling down on whore? She couldn't decided. As she hesitated she noticed a timer pop up at the top of the screen. Counting down from 2 minutes. She had to pick one, and fast.