Agreeing to the job

Bill interrupted my pondering:

“A competent employee of mine once told me that we couldn’t refuse such a request under any circumstances.”

“I liked you more when you were paying me compliments.”

“You’d make professional model envious if you decided to switch to that career path.”

“That sounds better, but I’m sensing a trap.”

“More an opportunity. You’d also get a day off and they were suggesting this Friday. They will obviously pay you for the photo shoot but more importantly I will owe you a favor.”

“Now that’s the hard currency.”

I was not being sarcastic this time, in any large organisation favors are a really serious matter, especially if it is your boss who owes you. In addition to that the whole prospect of being a model for one day was becoming more and more attractive to me. I was perfectly aware of my good looks and I enjoyed being looked at and admired. I was no exhibitionist who would flash her panties or worse a bare pussy in public, but I liked revealing a bit more skin than was common.

“I’ll do it.”

“Perfect! I knew you were up for the task.”