You're fired

"John, this customer says you asked her to engage in a sex act?"

It was Sheila, standing over me, with blonde woman from before stood alongside. Blondie was nodding vigorously. Neither seemed the slightest bit perturbed by my wet, now softening cock poking out of my pants, or by Victoria Justice coughing and spluttering near by.

I, however, was very disturbed. Why wasn't I awake? I was expecting to be lying in bed with some rather sticky underwear but instead of leaving the dream I actually felt more awake than ever. It was as though some dormant part of my mind had woken up and I had new senses.

"Well?!", demanded Sheila, bringing me back to the present.

"Er, yeah, sure, the bitch was being annoying and I made a suggestion...", I explained.

"Right, that's it. It's bad enough you bothering celebrities during work hours - with your uniform on too! That was unprofessional but this is ridiculous. I don't know what's gotten into you but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

I staggered up, tucking away little John as I did and half nodded, "Sure", before walking out. The bright afternoon sun hit me in a daze as I tried to make sense of what was going on. For start, this didn't seem to be a dream any more. Maybe I was on ****? My heightened senses would be explained by that. I could feel...I'm not sure 'feel' is the right word but whatever you want to call it, I could sense these pulses all around me. The largest was now behind me and I found, once I cleared my head some more, I could focus on it with thought alone. Once I did it quickly resolved itself into a pulse I recognised as Victoria, slowly climbing off the floor.

Here's the thing though - I hadn't turned to observe this with my eyes. This new sense was just feeding me that information. I stayed focused on her and felt her signing an autograph, having her picture taken. Probably with that annoying customer.

Focusing outward there was a constant noise of similar pulses, some near, some far. They weren't the same size either, but I could still tell, even if they were far away. It was kinda like how you can tell the difference from a whisper that is loud because it's near and an explosion that's soft because it's distant.

Most of the pulses were stationary but others moved at different speeds. One was moving quite quickly, in a stop start manner. It was noticeable because it was near, and getting nearer. I focused on it but although it seemed to become sharper - if that's the word - I learned nothing. Instinctively I walked towards it, trying to find out more. I wasn't even really aware of myself stepping off the pavement, or the horns of cars or the annoyed shouting. It was nearly at me and I needed to find our more.

Still focusing I got bits of pieces about the owner of this pulse. It...she...was British. A tv celebrity, not huge, not Z-list. She was...blonde. Looking back now, I wonder if this is what mediums feel when they 'sense' the dead, details slowly coming to them as they get nearer. Well, if mediums weren't complete bullshit.

"Oi!", shouted a driver as I found myself in the road, on a busy high street, holding up traffic. It was a black cab, the cabbie leaning out of his window and angry. I was still not quite realising how stupid and reckless I was being though, as I could feel the pulse from behind him. The passenger in the back.

I focused my mind once more and it resolved itself into a clear identity. I stepped to one side, enough for the taxi to slowly squeeze past. Looking through the window I saw the face I expected looking back, confirming my sense was right.