Chapter 3

Victoria and Harold both stood and watched as Angie and I put our clothes on. We said our goodbyes and headed back to Angie’s car. As we walked I said, “They’re a sweet couple. How long did you work there?”

“All through college. I had a scholarship but there’s a lot those things don’t cover.”

“If you’re so smart, what are you doing hanging around with me?”

“You’re smarter than you seem to think you are. But as long as you keep that a secret I look so much smarter by comparison.”

I chuckled and said, “I hope that someday we can get past the dumb shit I’ve done since I started working at Premium Electronics. I really like you. And the more time I spend around you the more you impress the hell out of me.”

Then I got serious and added, “I’m more sorry than you’ll ever know for the terrible things I’ve done. I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

She put her arm around my shoulder and said, “Way to suck up, girl.”

But then she said, “Honey, I think I know you better than you know yourself. I learned a great deal about you today. I’m really having second thoughts about the things we have planned for you at work.”

“Please don’t. Don’t have second thoughts. I don’t expect to enjoy everything as much as I enjoyed my time with you and Mr. Drake today. But this has been the most exciting day of my fucking worthless life. I want more.”

“Now see, that’s what bothers me. ‘My fucking worthless life.’ Considering the obstacles you’ve had to overcome you’ve accomplished one hell of a lot in your life. Your parents deserted you. You put yourself through college while existing on a starvation diet. You lived in an unfurnished apartment and slept on the fucking floor for months with nothing but canned soup to eat. You get up at o-dark-thirty to catch a nasty bus every morning and you never complained to anyone about all the crap you had to put up with.

“I’m impressed. I don’t know if I could have done what you have considering your living conditions and all the other impediments life threw at you. Having seen how you live I can certainly understand how you’d jump at the chance to have some asshole hand you a thousand dollars. You were living in an empty apartment and starving to death! And you never once complained or ... or anything. It also amazes me that you never tried to use your crappy life as an excuse when you got caught. I know I’m nowhere near as strong as you are. I would have had a nervous breakdown if I had been living your life.

“I do agree with you on one thing, though. This certainly has been an exciting day. And it isn’t over. We still have to wash those slut clothes so you’ll have something to wear to work tomorrow.”

We stopped near her car and it looked like she was confused for a moment. I asked her what’s wrong and she replied, “I’m just taking inventory, making certain I’m okay to drive. I love that wine Harold always makes me drink but it’s easy to have a glass or two more than I should.”

I wasn’t paying much attention as Angie drove home. For some reason I expected her to drive to an apartment in a better part of town than the place I’ve been living. I sat back in my seat, thinking about what I did today, and I mean everything I did today. I was focused inward so I was a bit surprised when she pulled into a long, winding driveway and into the three-car garage attached to a fucking mansion!

I looked at her in shock before exclaiming, “What the hell! You live here! I don’t understand! You...”

I didn’t know what else to say. She turned, smiled at me and said, “I love that reaction in people. I’m a trust fund baby. I grew up in a normal, middle-class family in a normal middleclass neighborhood. It was a reasonably good and very happy life. My father and my grandfather haven’t spoken since my father married my mom. It was a family feud kind of thing, you know, like Hatfield and McCoy.

“But dear old grandad, who made his fortune in oil out in Texas and Oklahoma, unbeknownst to anyone, established a rather healthy trust in my name. I didn’t find out about it until I turned twenty-one and a lawyer looked me up and made me sign a thousand or so documents. The next thing I know I’m no longer middle class. Harold and Victoria were the first people I told. Victoria told me about this house. Her mother had been a housekeeper for the last owners. When they passed away the kids didn’t want it so they put it on the market. I bought it as soon as I saw it. I hired a good contractor to do some upgrades and now I’m living happily ever after.”

“And you seem so normal!”

“What the hell does that mean?!”

I laughed and said, “You know damn well what that means. You seem like the sweet little blonde girl working her way up the food chain in a good, medium sized electronics firm. Not someone who lives in this fantastic mansion!”

“Oh, shut up and get the hell out of my car or I’ll make you walk to work tomorrow. There ain’t no busses out here, babe.”

We got out of the car and met at the trunk. She started to reach in and help me unload but I grabbed her hand and with tears welling up in my eyes I was just about to try to make her understand how much I appreciate the things she’s doing for me. She put her finger over my lips and said, “Don’t you say a fucking word. It’s all been said. We’re good now. We’re friends. I’m still gonna fuck with you. But we’re all straight now. So just fucking relax before you start getting on my god damn nerves, cunt.”

I smiled and said, “I love you like a sister, because any other way would be too weird. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy eating your pussy and I wouldn’t love to do it again. Thanks to you I now know I’m bi. I didn’t know!”

“I think I see what’s going on here. You’re trying to avoid doing the laundry.”

I finally pulled myself together and we unloaded the trunk. We took everything to the laundry room, all the used clothes we bought this evening and all the clothes I crammed into a suitcase at my apartment. She showed me how to use her washer and dryer and I started separating clothes. As soon as I had the first load going she led me upstairs and showed me to the guest suite. I’ve never stayed anywhere as nice in my life! I put my now empty suitcase in the closet and she said, “Now strip, bitch. I like seeing you naked.”

I faked a pout and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

She smiled as I removed my blouse and skirt. When I was left in only my shoes she moved closer and ran her fingers through my pubic hair. “You have such soft pubic hair. It’s even softer than mine. I thought blondes had the edge in that department. I thought about having you shave it off. I like the look of a bald cunt. But I think I’ll talk it over with Mr. Drake first. Or maybe I’ll ask Jason what he would prefer.”

I proffered a clumsy curtsy and demurely replied, “Your wish is my command, ma’am.”

She grinned at me and said, “I could get used to this.”

She showed me around her huge, beautiful house. We started with her master suite where she changed into a pair of shorts and a light top. We did a quick tour of the second floor and then went downstairs. Her kitchen is larger than my entire apartment! I think her refrigerator is bigger than one of my bathrooms! After taking the grand tour I asked, “Aren’t you lonely living out here all alone?”

“Sometimes. But I spend a lot of nights at Jason’s place or he spends the night here. You’re right, though. It can get awfully quiet out here.”

“Do you have any neighbors? I didn’t see any other houses on the way in.”

“Not close by. Don’t get the wrong impression. I love it out here. I love the quiet and the privacy. But there are times when it would be really nice to have someone to talk to.”

It took me almost three hours to do my laundry. And then I washed Angie’s new outfits. Then we went through them to decide what we’d wear to work tomorrow. By the time that was all sorted out it was past time to go to bed. We said goodnight and I headed for my “suite” but I didn’t get two steps before she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a very affectionate hug. We hugged for a long time before she said, “I’m glad you’re here. I think I’m going to like having a live-in friend.”

“God, Angie! I’ve never met anyone like you before. I’m going to have to be careful you don’t turn me into a lesbian. I’d really hate to have to start wearing a lesbian hairstyle.”

She laughed and said, “I’m not worried. Between Mr. Drake and all the other guys you’re going to be putting out for in the foreseeable future I think you’ll get enough cock to keep you straight.”

On the way upstairs I tried to find out how things were going to work around the office starting tomorrow. She said, “I don’t really know. We’re making it up as we go along. Mr. Drake said something about cleaning out an underused storeroom in the back and turning it into a playroom. I imagine a lot of the sexual harassment is going to be taking place in the main room but Mr. Drake already said he doesn’t want any actual sex acts out there on the work floor. Any suggestions?”

I shook my head and said, “Whatever you guys decide will be fine with me. One last question. What time do we get up in the morning? It feels like we’re a couple of hours away from the office way out here.”

“I normally get up at six-thirty. I seldom eat breakfast. I have to leave here by seven-fifteen to get to the office by eight. Is any of that a problem?”

“That’s going to be like a day off for me. I had to catch the six o’clock bus to make sure I got to work on time.”

“Fuck! Your life really sucked, didn’t it?!”

“For as far back as I can remember. College wasn’t so bad except I could never stop worrying about the student loans. It’s like owing money to a loan shark.”

She shook her head and we said goodnight again. I went to my room and undressed. I went into the ensuite bathroom and for the longest time I just stood there looking around. It’s the nicest bathroom I’ve ever seen except for the one off of Angie’s room. I could almost live in it! I can’t wait to get up in the morning and try out the shower. I brushed my teeth, organized my toiletries and finally went to bed. I had to fight the urge to cry as I lay there thinking about this strange day. So much has happened. It has been so exciting. But even more exciting, I feel like I’m changing! I’m changing into a better person. And it isn’t just a façade. I honestly feel like just being around Angie is making me a better person.

I was a little less sure of myself after getting dressed for work in the morning. Angie and I agreed it would be best to start with the least revealing of my new outfits to give the ladies in the office time to work up to the change in my dress and behavior and hopefully lessen the shock. Least revealing is, of course, a relative term. It’s still the sexiest, sluttiest, most revealing garment I’ve ever worn. It just barely covers my butt and one side is slit halfway up my hip. I couldn’t wear regular panties with it even if Angie would permit it, and she won’t.

The tiny little dress is a wrap around, held in place by only the belt since Angie ordered me to remove the button at the waist. The deep cleavage extends down almost to the belt holding the flimsy little thing in place. Except for a little bit of the inner swell of my breasts they aren’t too exposed. It would be an interesting garment to go out clubbing in with maybe a sexy little thong under it. But it’s an outrageous outfit to wear to work unless you’re a stripper or a prostitute. I can’t wait to see how the women at work are going to react to seeing me in this.

Angie’s new outfit is also more revealing than what she normally wears to the office. But with me flashing my ass around I doubt if her sexy little dress will raise any eyebrows.

I made it downstairs before Angie. She came rushing down ten minutes later and said, “Sorry. I had trouble getting my ass in gear this morning. And sorry about breakfast. I wasn’t planning on having a houseguest. I guess we need to go shopping.”

I shrugged and said, “I haven’t eaten breakfast in years. I seldom have lunch.”

She smiled and asked, “Have you tried shrugging in front of a mirror? It’s pretty impressive!”

I shook my head and she guided me to the foyer serving the doors to the garage and the back yard. She stood me in front of the full-length mirror and said, “Shrug.”

When I did, the fabric covering my breasts was drawn up until the inner edges of my areolae were just about to peek out. I grinned and said, “Have you taken a close look at my boobs in the light? This material is so thin you can pretty much see my nipples through it. I imagine it’s going to get more interesting when we get to the office. As soon as I start getting excited and those things stand up and start looking around I’m pretty sure the guys will be looking back.

“I love what you’re wearing, by the way. That slashing pattern is really striking.”

“Thank you. I like it, too. You ready to go? I can’t wait to see what happens when you sit down in that thing.”

We both watched with interest and varying degrees of amusement as I got in the car. I tried to cover my pussy. I tugged on the skirt. I lifted my butt and tried to pull it down in the back. Not possible! And my exposure was made all the more obscene by the slit down one side of the skirt. My entire left leg is bare all the way to my hip bone!

It was immediately apparent I was just wasting my time. I muttered, “Aw fuck it. This is, after all, the point of buying these clothes.”

She reached over, patted my thigh and said, “I know it’s embarrassing. But Christ you look hot! I’d fuck you!”

“I’d let you!”

After she backed out of the garage and we were headed back down the long driveway she said, “I’ll talk to Mr. Drake. I think we may have gone a little overboard. And I’m pretty sure he’ll have a change of heart when he hears how you’ve been living.”

“NO! Sorry, but really, no. Please don’t. No excuses. What he should have done yesterday, what any other employers would have done, is fire me and have me arrested. We all know that. I much prefer this option. And I don’t know what’s going to happen to me but even so, this is still exciting in a kinky sort of way. Besides, I was lying awake in that very comfortable bed last night thinking about what I did. You wouldn’t have made the same decisions I did. I don’t think anyone we work with would have. Decent people, people like you, they don’t just think about themselves.”

“I don’t know Laura. I can’t say for sure what I’d have done if I were sleeping on the floor and on the verge of having to go dumpster diving for my next meal. You only had eight dollars left to your damn name to get by until payday! That would have paid for your bus rides every day. I think I’d have been very tempted.”

“No. You’re a decent person, a good person. And you wouldn’t have made all the bad decisions I made leading up to that final bad decision.”

“You mean like taking out student loans and answering an ad for a roommate only to have the inconsiderate bitch get married and move out, leaving you with no furniture, no food, and a rent payment that’s nearly what you take home a month? The bitch might as well have held a gun to your head and taken your wallet.”

“I don’t blame her. I did think it sucked that she couldn’t at least leave me a mattress.”

One of the many good things about living where Angie lives is that there aren’t a lot of people so the traffic going towards town is relatively light. It’s also nice having a car. I had farther to go from my apartment but the time killer was that I had to take the bus. It took us only half as long to travel from her mansion to the parking garage.

We went up to our floor and after pouring a cup of coffee we went to Mr. Drake’s office to show him our new clothes. He told Angie her dress looks very nice. But he turned to me next and exclaimed, “Holy shit! You look hot, girl!”

I grinned and said, “And this is the most modest outfit we bought. Wait until you see the sexy ones.”

Angie ordered me to sit down in one of the straight chairs. Of course, when I did my pussy and a lot of my left ass cheek were on display. I shrugged and said, “There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Beautiful, Laura. I don’t know what the ladies are going to think about it but I’m pretty sure I know how the men are going to react. Go ahead and get back to your research on those parts I asked for. I need to talk to Angie about what sort of things we’re going to allow and what kind of limits we need to set.”

I stood up and said, “In case you’re wondering, you don’t have any limits. You can have me at any time in any place and in any manner that turns you on. And you don’t need to be all that restrictive when it comes to the other guys, either. Remember, this is about punishing me. It shouldn’t be a walk in the park.”

He smiled and said, “I love the way your mind works. We’ll let you know what we decide.”

On the way out I whispered to Angie, “Remember what I said in the car.”

The three of us were the first people to arrive. But the rest of the employees started arriving not long after I returned to my desk. I was never all that popular. I think a part of the reason for that is that I was always wrapped pretty tight. I’ve been under a lot of stress almost from the moment I was hired. But the major reason is unquestionably my attempts to get Angie in trouble. It isn’t that I didn’t like her. I may have been a little jealous. She really has her stuff together. Plus, she’s beautiful and popular. But when it became known that I attempted to sabotage our bid on that huge contract, well, I’m surprised I haven’t been tarred and feathered or even burned at the stake.