You need to explore this, but quietly

You wanted to see Aimee again - you needed to explore what was going on with the two of you. You'd explored a new part of yourself together, and though you were ashamed of what you'd done with her yesterday as a married woman, the better part of you was excited to see where it could lead.

You'd call her after your interview and see how she felt about it, but you couldn't wait to see her again. Greg... couldn't know.

It didn't take you long to find the right building. Ameranth was based in an enormous brick structure that stood about six stories tall and spread out to take up most of its block. There wasn't much to advertise the office from the outside, but the address was right. You stepped through the revolving doors, then you were inside. The sign in the lobby read "Ameranth Pharmaceuticals" and bore the logo you'd identified on Aimee's shirt earlier. Internally you breathed a sigh of relief; part of you had worried you had the wrong place.

You approached the front desk, and were greeted by a young Latina woman. She was attractive, and looked to be in her mid-twenties, but had the tired look of someone who wasn't getting enough sleep. She was typing notes as you approached, and continued topping as she spoke, "Hi, Welcome to Ameranth! Can I help you?" Her tone was cheery and professional, if a bit distracted.

"Hi I'm Stephanie Ryder," you said, a friendly smile forming on your own lips, "I was told that I have an interview at noon?"

At the mention of an interview her face brightened into something more genuine, and she looked relieved. "Thank God! I've been working double shifts for two weeks now. Good luck with the interview, I need a day off." She checked something on her computer and continued, "It looks like you're right on time. Mr. Joseph will be down shortly. There's coffee over there, if you're thirsty." She gestured toward a nook of the side of the lobby.

You thanked her and took a seat, then stood and made yourself a cup of coffee. Instead of the regular sweeteners, the small basket near the machine held something called 'NoCal,' as well as sugar and creamer. You emptied two packets of the pastel pink NoCal into your drink, then checked your appearance in the reflective wall paneling.

You looked good, although your new bra definitely pushed your boobs up a little more than was proper. It felt good to be spicing up your drab wardrobe a bit, and you looked forward to showing Greg some of your new things. You smiled at your reflection, and gave yourself a saucy wink.

"Stefi Ryder?" asked a voice behind you, "I'm Karl Joseph, pleased to meet you."

You turned at the voice and found a fit older gentleman (probably in his early 50s) with refined features and sharp blue eyes. His smile was friendly, and you took his hand with a nod. "That's me," you replied, "Stephanie is fine though." His handshake was firm but gentle, as though he was afraid to injure your hand. His cologne smelled fantastic.

"Not Stefi? That's what your application said..."

You groaned inwardly, cursing yourself for filling out the form while drunk at Aimee's place. Outwardly you tried to salvage things, still smiling. "They're both alright," you answered. "Stephanie is my legal name, but some friends call me Stefi. It's more fun, you know?" You took a sip of coffee to cover your embarrassment. The sugar substitute tasted *almost*like the real thing.

"Well we're a close knit company, so I expect you'll be making a lot of friends. If you're hired, that is." You caught his eyes dipping down to your cleavage, and felt a spike of pride.

*He likes your tits,* the voice in your head announced, *you should dress like this more often.*

"Sure," you answered vaguely. It was hard to focus on what he said, and you felt that sense of lightheadedness creeping up that had been bothering you all weekend. It felt good, but you were kind of busy right now.

Karl escorted you to a well decorated meeting room on another floor with a large table and a dozen chairs. One side of the room had a large television set into the wall.

"So what drew you to Ameranth?" He asked, sitting down and featuring you today a seat. "I see you have a background in software development; it seems like quite a leap from there to Pharmaceuticals. What are your thoughts on that?"

You opened your mouth, searching for an answer that described your experiences adapting to new environments or fields, but came up blank. You kept thinking of how Aimee's lips had felt on yours, and on your nipples, and on your...

"Are you alright, Stefi?" The man (Karl!) asked.

You realized you'd been staring into the distance. "Oh I'm so sorry about that! I was just thinking about your question. I guess I'm looking for a change, you know? I need a job to occupy me while my husband is working in his career." Wait. What? That made you sound like a simple housewife trying to occupy your time.

*That sounds nice,* said the voice.

"So you aren't interested in a career in lab work? A lot of our prospective employees see these secretarial positions as a potential stepping stone toward our other departments. A foot in the door, if you will." Karl was smiling, but there was a sort of strained quality to it, as though he was helping you out.

"Yeah, but I'm really looking more for a break from some of the stress at my last job. Something straightforward, you know?" You sounded like an idiot. There was no way that Karl was going to hire you. He smelled *really* good. You felt a heat building between your legs, and had an idea what might help with it.

"Well we also have a letter of recommendation from Jacob West saying you'd be perfect for any position.

*Those* were there words Jake had used?

*I bet Jake had some fun positions in mind for you,* you thought, *bent over a copy machine, or on your knees under a desk, or just on your back, where you belong, getting exactly what you need...*

Wait, that wasn't *your* thought, was it? Karl was saying something again, and you'd totally spaced on it.