A Trans Girl Becomes the Office Plaything

it was late at night and the office was nearly empty as Sarah pulled up in her car. Her heart was pounding fast, and she felt nervous. She wanted to be anywhere but outside of the small, squat building that sat on the very edge of Second Street. An office building for an insurance company known as Reginald and Stewart’s. An old brand, though never particularly big. it worked from that one building, and as far as she knew, it had all of its one hundred and fifty years existence.

The building certainly seemed old enough sometimes. It was leaky, drafty, somehow managed to combine being far too big with far too little privacy. The office workers were pressed together in cubicles, typing away at their computers like it was a very specific idea of hell.

it was good money, though long hours. But the perfect place for someone like Sarah who wanted to build a new life. Good money, long hours, and best of all, no one cared about you at all. The kind of place you could lose yourself.

Or at least, it had been…

She shook her head, realising that she was distracting herself. The car park was empty, but the reception was unlocked, just as they’d promised her. Her stomach quivered, legs shaking as she got out of the car. Her dark jeans clung to her legs as she made her ways towards the building. The office was dark, it looked dead. Like no one would be there for hours. Longer, actually seeing as how it was Saturday.

But appearances could be deceptive. The door opened at her touch and she stepped inside, The first level was the reception, the records, the meeting room. The second level was cubicles and offices, third was where the managers stayed.

She wondered where she would end up. Tension knotted her muscles, cording them and making them taut.

As she stepped through the front door, she saw a flash of movement. Someone was waiting for her behind the desk where the receptionist usually sat. A red-haired woman with a pinched looking face. Green eyes that glittered like emeralds and a sour-looking mouth.

“Ah, Sarah. Glad you could finally join us. I was wondering if you were going to wimp out.”

Wimp out? Like this is some stupid little game? Like this is just the sort of thing we used to do back in school? You think I could do that now?

But looking Emma’s eyes, Sarah knew that it was just a joke. Emma had her. She had her and they both knew it.

“You ready for your big performance, girl?”

Sarah shuddered at that, but could only mutely nod.

“Do what you want to me. Just….just don’t let me secret get out.”

“We’ll see if you’ve been a good girl at the end of the night."