Although she was by no means a poor girl, her father having left her well-provided for, Sabrina told Tera over breakfast one morning that she wanted to get a job. She wanted some spending money, she wanted to stop sitting around the house -- so to speak.
Eyebrows raised, Tera said to her playmate, "Bored honey-bunch?"
Sipping her coffee, Sabrina nodded. "I like having all the adventures, but they happen at night! I haven't got bugger-all to do in the daytime and sexual fantasies just get me hornier!"
Tera laughed, slathering cream cheese on her bagel and sitting down at the table with her house mate, sipping at her own mug of coffee. "What are you experienced to do hun?"
"When daddy was alive, I did all the paperwork, typing, filing and research work for him. Is that any kind of work experience Tera?" Tera nodded in the affirmative.
"As a matter of fact," Tera replied, applying sugar to the steaming black mug of coffee, "I know of a man who could use an assistant. His last one just quit to get married (it'll last 3 months) and he needs someone fast. Let me make a phone call and we will set something up. Go get dressed - sexy, but practical - and I'll drive you over there!"
Sabrina raced upstairs and began dressing. The dress was black, mild-calf. Boots this time, not shoes (although the boots had a nice heel). She still wore stockings, she'd gotten used to the feel of them and she kept the blouse open strategically, allowing a glimpse of black lace bra to show. She brushed her hair till it gleamed, her smile would have dazzled even a blind man. She looked fabulous, which belied her nervousness. Her first job interview! The butterflies in her stomach were doing a Samba!
The building at which the pair arrived was imposing, but not ostentatious. Tera gave her playmate a kiss, sliding her tongue gently along her lips, and wished her luck. Sabrina walked up the stairs to the floor she was looking for, those selfsame butterflies making her stomach flutter.
She entered the office and was not greeted by a receptionist, which surprised her, but the man with whom she had the interview, Gerald Anderson.
Sabrina felt her stomach flutter again, but for an entirely different reason. Although Gerald ("Call me Gerry", he told her) was nearing 50, he was gorgeous. He was almost regal in his bearing, tall, with piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper short hair. The suit was a charcoal Grey and his shoes were polished until they sparkled. Sabrina was verrry glad she'd dressed as she had.
The talked, informally, but Sabrina found it hard to concentrate, this man impressed her so much. She hung on every word, certain she was coming across as a babbling idiot, yet anxious to get the job so she could work around him every day. It was silly, she knew, yet her body ached for him already.
She had no clue as to whether or not she'd gotten the job until he took her hand and asked if she could start tomorrow. Sabrina was shaking as she took his hand, and Gerry noticed and looked at her with concern.
"What's wrong?," he asked her, the concern in his voice as well. "Are you feeling ill Sabrina?"
