The story begins

Denise sat at her desk at work. She was an entry level file clerk for a very conservative accounting firm. She only worked part time and at just over minimum wage she hardly made ends meet. It took everything her and her boyfriend Matt made to pay the rent and eat. Hardly what she envisioned when she graduated with a fine arts degree last year. She loved the arts and also loved nice things. Unfortunately they weren't compatible. She needed to get her Masters to be able to teach and jobs at the local museums were few and far between.

Matt on the other hand was an app designer. However he only did contract work and then it was only short term. Matt made good money but contracts were sporadic and it was feast or famine. He was very good at what he did but he never reaped in the benefits from his work. It was always the company or the individual who made the money from his work. His last contract was the best paying, but he just finished the job and was now unemployed until he found another contract. Right now there was money in the bank but that would only last a couple months.

Denise loved new clothes, her passion was to dress in the latest fashions and fortunately she had the body to do it. It seemed like a lifetime since she was able to go out and buy a new outfit. The last time she spent over five hundred dollars for a new pair of shoes. Matt hit the ceiling when he found out but she had already worn them and couldn't take them back.

She stared at the pile of files sitting on her in basket, she wanted to be anywhere but where she was right now. Looking at the clock she still had another two hours before she was off. She grabbed the files and headed for the file room to finish her work. In seconds her mind drifted off thinking about her life. "God, what I wouldn't give to win the lottery!' she thought. I can't stand my job and life is just boring without shopping.'

Denise was staring out into space when Mr. Johnson stepped into the file room.

"Miss Maxwell, what are you doing? I'm not paying you to stand and stare into space." He barked.

Denise jumped at the sound of his voice. She hated him. He was always on her ass, but as the managing partner of the company she couldn't afford to piss him off.

"I'm sorry Mr. Johnson, I got distracted." She tried to explain, as she turned to face him. But he wasn't looking at her face but was staring at her boobs. 'He's such a perv, my face is up here asshole?' flashed through her mind.

Jim Johnson quickly jerked his head up and stared at the beautiful young woman. "Get busy young lady or I will find someone who will." He said as he turned and walked out of the room.

The rest of the day, Denise concentrated on her job and prayed for five o'clock.

Denise made if home in record time. She wanted nothing more than to put the day behind her. She expected her boyfriend, Matt to be sitting on the couch when she walked through the door, but was pleasantly surprised to see him banging away at the computer.

"Hey honey," she said and walked up behind him. Watch'ya doing? Did you get another contract?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a big hug.

"Not now sweetie, yeah I did but I need to finish it by Monday. If I do I get a bonus." He answered.

"What is it, anything fun?" She asked.