One day, just one quiet day was what I needed to really get this program started. There had been way too many interruptions in general, not counting the total lack of productivity the day before due to the football games. I was glad that Kansas City could only lose once a week. Don't get me wrong. I've had more sex in the last two weeks than in the last ten years, and it's been fantastic! But in some ways it was almost too much. I have as many fantasies as any red blooded man, and in the last few days I've had a lot of them satisfied, but I was brought up to focus on one woman at a time, not two or three or....well....seven or eight! I have the distinct feeling that every one of these ladies has designs to try me on for size.
I guess I shouldn't complain. After all, I could have my old job where the chance of even meeting someone sexy was pretty thin, let alone actually having one throw herself at me. No, I think I shouldn't complain after all.
"Christopher!" Celia called sweetly as she cracked the door open.
"Yeah?" I answered, turning from my computer screen to see her.
"Amanda's out this morning and she said you should take care of Misses Lankford when she came in."
"Misses Lankford. Why do I know that name?" I asked quietly while I searched my brain. I finally looked up at Celia shaking my head in confusion.
"You know... Misty Moons? She's here to pick up her new dresses," she answered with a wink.
"Oh lord." I said quietly. What red blooded man didn't know that name? The cover of playboy, one of the hottest names in live cabaret, (read that strip clubs), and let's not forget the number of porn movies she's been in. Hell her tits were advertised as all natural quadruple D's and her butt was almost as large. "Why me? How about you take her back to Jeanie?"
"Sorry. Misty is a friend of Amanda's and she left me a note for you to take care of her. It is part of your job you know." She said with a crooked little grin.
"Ok." I said reluctantly, getting up from my desk to follow her out. I did my best to prepare myself to meet a veritable sex legend. Even without makeup and slutty dresses it was obvious to me who Misty Lankford was. I stepped past Celia and held my hand out to greet her.
"Welcome Misses Lankford." I said as I gave her as discrete an up-down look as I could. She wore tight jeans, canvas tennis shoes and a floppy cut up t-shirt with no sleeves and a deep V cut neckline that covered a much tighter tank type t-shirt, the combination somewhat masking her huge chest.
"You must be Christopher. I've heard a lot about you from Amanda!" She answered, stepping toward me and giving me a hug, pressing her massive tits into my chest. "Please, call me Misty." She said as she released me and stepped back. "Amanda told me she had my new dresses all done and because she couldn't be here that you would love to help me out."
"Well, personally I think Jeanie or Suzanne would be a much better choice, but I'd be happy to take you in the back."
"Oh you're not going to be a spoil sport are you Christopher?" She asked.
"I won't if you insist." I answered, holding a hand out toward the hallway leading to the back and my office. "And please, Chris will do fine. If you'll come back to my office, I'll pull the orders, and we'll go find your dresses."
She stepped toward me as I turned and I walked next to her, holding my arm out again to show her into my office. "It'll just take a minute to pull up your orders." I said as I stepped around my desk and sat down at my computer. I was busy punching her name into the search line to get her orders and print them as she stepped around the desk to stand behind me.
"So Amanda says you're pretty spectacular at what you do."
"Thanks. I do love working with computers." I answered.
"Uh huh. So. How do you like working for Amanda?"
"So far it's been a real challenge."
"I bet it's a challenge to be the only guy in a business full of women?"
"It's turned out to be a bit of a huge challenge actually. I guess I never really thought about how women act when guys aren't around."
"How's that?"
"Well, for instance their version of a football pool kind of caught me off guard." I said as I turned to take the papers out of the laser printer.
"Oh? Are they still playing naked losers?" She asked with a chuckle.
"Actually it would seem they are."
"Ah. They talked you into it playing, did they?" She asked as I swiveled my chair around to face her. "I hope your team didn't lose too badly this week."
"You say that like you've been talked into a few things you weren't sure you wanted to do after you were in it."
"Well, to be honest, I was a stripper for quite a while before some guy talked me into stripping for the camera one time. The part he forgot to tell me was that the pole I would be dancing on was attached to a guy. After that it seemed like things just snowballed until I was a sex star." She said, stepping back and sitting down in the black leather chair in the back corner of my office.
"Sounds like you aren't happy with your choice."
"Don't get me wrong. It's been great, and the money, well the money can be pretty damn good. But sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I had settled down with my boyfriend from high school instead of running off to become an exotic dancer."
"Well, if you believe 'em, they say that there are an infinite number of possible parallel universes and time lines. Each time we reach a decision that could go two ways, a new time line is spawned, one where we decide one way and another where we decide the other. And this happens for everyone every day. Personally I think that may be partly true, but instead of being unlimited combinations, there are certain events that we're bound to reach, no matter what our previous choices. Given that, I would guess that even if you had married him you'd still be the hot star that you are." I told her.
"You really think so? That I was destined to become a porn star?"
"Well, it's what ended up being the main focus in your life right now, so yeah, I think probably it would be.
"Hmmm." She said thoughtfully. "I guess that does make sense."
