need more.
My mom said she'd be back Thursday, a week from
today. I had Eric's schedule for the month. He worked that
night, as wel as the folowing Friday and Saturday.
Sunday, then. A little more than a week. That would give
me plenty of time to prepare.
It didn't sound quite right. My words lacked a certain
rhythm and delicacy, but they were al I had. Eric liked
flirting with public displays of his submission, and he'd have
to give up some of that to the clerk to whom he gave my
name. But he'd be outing me, too, and I wasn't sure how I
felt about walking up to a perfect stranger and caling
myself Mistress anything. Stil, I guessed it was time to try
to find out if I could play this role for real.
'You gonna try for that new position?' Brenda had snuck
up on me, not difficult to do since I was lost in swirling,
deep-purple thoughts of fucking and sucking. I didn't think
that was the new position she meant.
'I don't think so.' When in doubt, stal. It took me a minute to figure out what she did mean, but then when she cast a
pointed look at the buletin board on the wal behind me, I
turned. I scanned the papers tacked there and nodded.
'Oh. The marketing position? No. I already said I wasn't
interested.'
This gave her pause. 'They just put this up about ten
This gave her pause. 'They just put this up about ten
minutes ago, Paige.'
Okay, so Brenda hadn't been one of their preapproved
applicants. I pretended to look more closely. 'Oh,
new position. No. I don't think so. I'm happy where I am.'
She made one of those noises people make when they
don't believe you but don't want to come right out and say
so. 'I think I might go for it. The salary is a lot better, for one thing. I bet the benefits are good, too.'
'It's a lot of responsibility, Brenda.' Together we left the buletin board to head down the hal toward our respective