A Gift For Emily

“I feel like I owe Emily, but she’d never accept a gift from me. Would you give her this locket for me?”

She opens her hand and you see a shiny gold locket. For just an instant it seems to have some kind of ancient runes written on it. As you look closer they disappear. A trick of the light you assume.

“Is that real gold?”

“No, it’s just old costume jewelry. The kind I know she likes. So will you give it to her for me?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you so much. I’m so glad I took you under my wing. Girlfriend you are going to be a superstar at The Company.”

“So tell me, what’s with the office across the hall? I saw a half naked girl come out of there.”

“That‘a Elise’s office. She has a rather complex relationship with her protege.”

“They’re fucking?”

“Oh yes. You should hear the noises the two of them make.”

“You don’t…”

“Not unless it’s something you want Jessica. I’m open to it, but my interest in you is as a protege.”

“Thanks.”

Jules bends down and gives you a spectacular view of her cleavage. You wonder if they’re real. For just a moment you contemplate fucking her. You aren’t really gay, but hey you experimented and Jules body is a wonderland.

You have a couple more drinks and make some small talk.

Jules grins at you. “This is was a blast. I’m so glad you came out. I think the bar is closing though.”

She’s right and you’re shocked how long you’ve been talking.

“I’ll drive you to your car.”

“Don’t we have to go to the office? I’m still wearing your dress?”

“Don’t be silly. The dress is yours now. Remember, don’t dress for the job you have, dress for the one you want!”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You really aren’t quite sure sure what job you’re dressed for. High class whore is the first thing that pops in your mind. Apparently, that’s how the executives at The Company dress. You suppose when I’m Rome…

“Hop in I’ll have you back in five.”

“Aren’t you worried about a DUI?”

“I process **** really fast, besides The Company provides really good lawyers. They’re man eaters.”

You hop in her shiny black BMW. The acceleration pushes you back into the luxurious seats. True to her word she has you back to your car in five.

You drive home slowly, contemplating the evening. It’s late when you get in. You feel the locket in your pocket and consider trying it on…