complaint - just self-deprecating humor. I didn’t mind the way I looked. I was, however overly conscious of the fact that it seemed most guys were looking for skinny girls.
I yawned, exhausted, and retired to my room. There I fell into bed, exhausted, and pulled the sheets around me.
***
I woke to the insistent buzzing of my phone. I groaned, and fumbled around among the blankets, where I vaguely remembered tossing it last night. It was just James. I picked up.
“What?” I slurred politely
“ What the - Jess, are you still asleep?”
“No t anymore.” I grumbled, and then let out a sigh. “Sorry - what’s up, James?”
“ Well, I was talking to a friend of mine, and I have a lead on a job for you. He needs a personal assistant. Like, yesterday.”
I sat up a bit straighter in bed. “I’m listening…”
James chuckled on the other end. “Well, I say he’s a friend, but I don’t really know that much about his professional life, so I can’t really say what the job entails. Standard PA stuff, I guess. I was just talking to him about work and mentioned you. Then I remembered you used to do admin.”
“I see.” I glanced down at the phone. It was almost midday. I rubbed an eye with my free hand.
“But he’ll expect hard work, Jess. I put in a word for you but if you don’t want to-“
“I’m not afraid of hard work!” I screwed up my face in protest, as though he could see my indignant look.
There was silence for a few seconds on James’ end. “…Anyway… this would probably be a good opportunity for you, and he hinted the pay isn’t bad either.”
“Who is it?” I enquired, choosing to ignore the attitude.
“Rick Alcott. From Tableau.”
I didn’t know his name, but I knew the company - a high profile advertising business. “I see.”
“You have to get there this afternoon for an interview, if you’re going at all. ”
I pulled the phone away to look at it again, having already forgotten the time from a few minutes ago. “Aww, fuck. What time?”
“2 pm.”
I thanked him and sprang out of bed, still on the line. As shiftless as I normally was, I had been looking for an opportunity like this for a while. I had worked as a receptionist up until a year ago, and had all the skills - but a PA job could actually go somewhere.
“Argh, James, what do I wear?” I whined.
As predicted, r ummaging through my extensive wardrobe didn’t produce much in the way of business attire, however. I pulled out pants and skirts, most of which were pretty old and too tight. Why didn’t I clear out my closet more often? I cursed myself.
“Come and help me?” I asked.
He laughed. “I’m not travelling for half an hour to help you pick a dress.”
“You think I should wear a dress ?” I held one up. A bit too colourful and flouncy for a job interview, I judged.
“Sure. Something to show off your curves.”
I snorted. “Please, that’s the last thing I need to emphasize.” I threw a shirt across the room, hanger and all.
“Why do you always say things like that?” He scolded. “You look great. At least when you’re confident. You’re a babe, babe!”
I smiled, not answering. James was gay, so I wasn’t sure he saw me the same way other guys would.
“Just do it!” He said after a minute. “ Take my advice for once, woman!”
I giggled, said a quick goodbye, and gave up on the dresses for now, in order to concentrate on lingerie. That, I didn’t need help with.
M y collection was extensive, and I loved to wear something sexy under my every day clothes - even if no one else ever saw it. I chose a red lacy bra and high cut panties, and found some black stay-up stockings. I always liked the red and black effect of the lingerie. The red stood out on my pale skin and the full cups of the bra supported my generous bust and created just the right amount of cleavage.
I threw everything on the bed, and rushed into the shower.
With renewed resolution, I started
I yawned, exhausted, and retired to my room. There I fell into bed, exhausted, and pulled the sheets around me.
***
I woke to the insistent buzzing of my phone. I groaned, and fumbled around among the blankets, where I vaguely remembered tossing it last night. It was just James. I picked up.
“What?” I slurred politely
“ What the - Jess, are you still asleep?”
“No t anymore.” I grumbled, and then let out a sigh. “Sorry - what’s up, James?”
“ Well, I was talking to a friend of mine, and I have a lead on a job for you. He needs a personal assistant. Like, yesterday.”
I sat up a bit straighter in bed. “I’m listening…”
James chuckled on the other end. “Well, I say he’s a friend, but I don’t really know that much about his professional life, so I can’t really say what the job entails. Standard PA stuff, I guess. I was just talking to him about work and mentioned you. Then I remembered you used to do admin.”
“I see.” I glanced down at the phone. It was almost midday. I rubbed an eye with my free hand.
“But he’ll expect hard work, Jess. I put in a word for you but if you don’t want to-“
“I’m not afraid of hard work!” I screwed up my face in protest, as though he could see my indignant look.
There was silence for a few seconds on James’ end. “…Anyway… this would probably be a good opportunity for you, and he hinted the pay isn’t bad either.”
“Who is it?” I enquired, choosing to ignore the attitude.
“Rick Alcott. From Tableau.”
I didn’t know his name, but I knew the company - a high profile advertising business. “I see.”
“You have to get there this afternoon for an interview, if you’re going at all. ”
I pulled the phone away to look at it again, having already forgotten the time from a few minutes ago. “Aww, fuck. What time?”
“2 pm.”
I thanked him and sprang out of bed, still on the line. As shiftless as I normally was, I had been looking for an opportunity like this for a while. I had worked as a receptionist up until a year ago, and had all the skills - but a PA job could actually go somewhere.
“Argh, James, what do I wear?” I whined.
As predicted, r ummaging through my extensive wardrobe didn’t produce much in the way of business attire, however. I pulled out pants and skirts, most of which were pretty old and too tight. Why didn’t I clear out my closet more often? I cursed myself.
“Come and help me?” I asked.
He laughed. “I’m not travelling for half an hour to help you pick a dress.”
“You think I should wear a dress ?” I held one up. A bit too colourful and flouncy for a job interview, I judged.
“Sure. Something to show off your curves.”
I snorted. “Please, that’s the last thing I need to emphasize.” I threw a shirt across the room, hanger and all.
“Why do you always say things like that?” He scolded. “You look great. At least when you’re confident. You’re a babe, babe!”
I smiled, not answering. James was gay, so I wasn’t sure he saw me the same way other guys would.
“Just do it!” He said after a minute. “ Take my advice for once, woman!”
I giggled, said a quick goodbye, and gave up on the dresses for now, in order to concentrate on lingerie. That, I didn’t need help with.
M y collection was extensive, and I loved to wear something sexy under my every day clothes - even if no one else ever saw it. I chose a red lacy bra and high cut panties, and found some black stay-up stockings. I always liked the red and black effect of the lingerie. The red stood out on my pale skin and the full cups of the bra supported my generous bust and created just the right amount of cleavage.
I threw everything on the bed, and rushed into the shower.
With renewed resolution, I started
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