A Slut's Life

The morning sun bled through the blinds of her small bedroom, casting the room in a bright yellow. Blinking a few times, Joanna moaned out of anger and frustration, the day already starting without her. Taking a deep breath and rolling towards her alarm clock, her frustration only deepened when she noticed the time. As her brain continued the process of waking her up, the alarm clock read 9:30AM, meaning that she was very late for work. Cursing loudly and leaping out of bed, Joanna rushed to her closet to grab her normal set of work clothes. This wasn't her first time being late, and it wouldn't be the last either. Cursing numerous epithets as she rushed to get ready, Joanna made a note to destroy the alarm clock when she got back home.

Rushing into the bathroom with clothes in hand, Joanna flicked the lights on and saw herself in the mirror. Curves, dark brown hair and blue eyes stared back. She had been working on herself lately, going to the gym as often as possible. She wasn't perfect of course, but she was getting there in her own eyes. Unable to dawdle, Joanna flipped the knob for the hot water in her shower. Thankfully, she always slept naked, so she didn't have to waste time in shedding clothes. This shower would need to be very quick, as she was sure her boss would've noticed her absence at this point. Quickly lathering and rinsing, Joanna flipped the shower off and jumped out, grabbing a nearby towel. She wouldn't have time to fix her hair, so up it went into a bun and out the door she went.

Once she was out the apartment front door, the cold air struck her like a hammer. Winter was steadily moving into the region, and the weather was changing for the worse. Her breath was caught as she walked to her car, hoping the seats were warmer then usual. She would need to move to beat morning traffic on her way to work, though hopefully most of it had moved on by this point. Other, responsible adults were already at their jobs and Joanna would take advantage of that. Could she fake a tire-blowout or something similar? Thinking of excuses would occupy her mind as she slipped into the car and sped out of the parking lot.

Once she was inside the building, Joanna was still struggling to find a good cover story on the reason she was late. She had not called her boss and oddly, he had not called her. Fixing her blouse and skirt, Joanna straightened her appearance as she rode the elevator to her office. A lowly representative in a banking firm, she wrote reports and other intellectually stimulating things for the bigwigs upstairs. With it being as late as it was, Joanna knew she would need to suck up to Mr. Holliday.

The middle manager for the firm, Mr. Holliday was a rather authoritative man. In his mid-thirties, with a wife and two kids, he was a good-looking guy with a nice trim and buzzed haircut. Unfortunately, his relationship with Joanna had faltered as of late, with her being tardy for her shifts and all. She wasn't sure if the man liked flattery, but to save this job, she would do almost anything. Moving into the shared office space, she saw her co-workers eying her as she made her way to her desk. Before she could even seat herself however, a small note on the desk could be seen.

"Meet me in my office when you arrive." - Mr. H.