To the Office

It was like a nightmare. Another elevator with Ray, and you still in that shiny outfit. You endured. You could only endure with Ray still pulling you into him. As the elevator reached the floor, you got nervous, trying to break away from his grasp.

"Ray, I really don't want to be seen like this."

"Well, you could always stop the elevator, have some fun to relax..."

"NOT LIKE THAT." You barely have time to gulp as the elevator doors open. Ray starts moving and you manage to move to his side, too used to him for walking support.

You can barely see what's in front of you, you're so in panic. Looking like a woman in front of these people is nothing to looking like a damn prostitute. You can barely imagine the stares, the attention, the disapproval... but surprisingly you don't see as much of it as you expect. Everyone is simply too caught up in work. You walk right by the guy who asked you for coffee on your first day, and he's just got his back to you, swearing at his spreadsheet.

There's still potential danger. At the other side of the room, a couple of women are standing up chatting, but too focused on the conversation to look around. Also, if someone in a cubicle ahead were to get up...

You sprint the last few steps to the office, breaking free of Ray's grip and giving your ankles a bit of punishment while barely increasing in speed due to your mincing steps from the latex skirt and heels. The sound from the heels and you bursting through the door probably attracted more attention than when Ray was escorting you, but you got out of sight before you hoped anyone would see you. Collapsing on a couch, you started gasping, more used to breathing with the corset but still constrained.

"You don't need to be ashamed," Ray of course, following you in and thankfully closing the door quickly, "You look good."

"I look _too _good!"

"No arguments there!"

You shot a glare of daggers at Ray, but you were honestly just exhausted and lay back in the couch, probably giving Ray a show with your fake breasts but to tired to care. "Look, nevermind that. I just need someone to bring my change of clothes up here when they get delivered."

"I thought _you _were meant to be _my _secretary," Ray chuckles, you shoot him another glare, "but I'll ask one of the other secretaries, or 'personal assistants', to do that."

"Wendy, if you can." You're not sure why you ask for her, probably she's the one you know the most.

"I'll see what I can do but... look, I've got a meeting soon and I know we like to play around..." you roll your eyes at him using 'we' "...but this meeting is serious. I've got a few people to talk to beforehand and then it kicks off. I can't have anything getting in the way"

"Do what you want, I'm not going to interrupt."

"Ah but you're so good at getting in the way of my work, I'm sure you'll find a way." You look up to give him a third glare but he's already giving you a kiss on the lips. "Take care beautiful," and he leaves through the office door.