Bianca's Assistant - Part I free porn video

The CEO's new assistant took a deep breath as he approached his boss's office. A stylized logo, featuring a snake in the shape of the letter S and some slender whiskered creature in the form an M, was emblazoned on the glass door window. It's almost over, he told himself. Just a few more minutes of this and then the weekend will be here and you can start the next week anew. Let's get this done, Justin. He adjusted himself and checked for any loose buttons or tears in his office wear. If there were anything awry, his new boss would be sure to point it out. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Justin gently pushed the door open and poked his head into the office. His boss, Bianca Sinclair, was on the phone but she motioned for him to enter. "Uh huh," the young president was saying. "No, that shouldn't be a problem. We're making a lot of progress on our current designs so we should be good to go by the end of the month." She beckoned him forward and he placed a stack of papers on her desk. Justin stood there for a minute, listening to her talk. It had been a long day and these shoes were killing him. He couldn't wait to clock out and strip off these uncomfortable clothes. But it would be rude to just leave without saying anything.... wouldn't it? Trying not to interrupt her conversation, Justin awkwardly pointed a thumb at the door and silently mouthed his intention to leave. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me a moment," said Bianca before covering the receiver on her breast. "What is it, Justin?" Her tone was definitely irritated and he immediately regretted saying anything. "Oh, sorry. Not important, sorry," he said with a casual wave of the hand. At least he intended it to be causal, it came across as more flustered and embarrassed. Bianca stared at him with sharp hazel eyes. "You interrupted my phone call for something that wasn't important? Why would you think to do that, Justin?" He stiffened. Being put in these situations was unnerving under normal circumstances, but today it was mortifying. Standing there under her cool gaze, dressed as he was, and knowing their history, it was all too much. He felt so stupid. "S-sorry," he stuttered. "I just was wondering if you needed... I mean, it's past five 'o clock so ..." "Are you in a rush?" she asked. "Is there a family emergency I should know about?" "No," he answered quickly. "I...no." "Then I think you can wait a few minutes, don't you?" She picked the phone back up before he could reply. His embarrassment quickly turned to irritation. She didn't have to be so rude about it. "I'm sorry," Bianca said into the phone. "No, no, new employee, you know how it is." Great. Now they were talking about him. "Uh, huh," she went on. "Yes, it's hard to find a good secretary but I think I may have done alright with this one." Her eyes met his and he felt a little twinge of pride despite himself. Maybe this wasn't all bad. Bianca laughed. "Well, she's a little clumsy and inexperienced, but she's sweet and she tries hard." Justin's cheeks burned red hot. He wished he could melt into the floor and disappear into nothingness. Why the hell would she say something like that?! Was she trying to humiliate him? What was he thinking... of course she was! He should have never come to work here. There were plenty of other jobs in the world. Why subject himself to this? He had tried to make things work, be agreeable and cooperative, be a good employee! He went along with her silly idea, it was only for a day after all, but now he knew that this was not going to stop, that it was just another ploy in her life-long plan to bring him down and he had fell for it. But not anymore, he was going to put an end to it... "Okay, we'll follow up next week. Bye now." Bianca ended the call and looked up at her secretary, standing there seething in a pair of red leather pumps. She smirked. Speak up, Justin, he told himself. Tell her off. Tell her she needs to cut the crap or you quit. Do it now or stay silent forever. "Justin, I want to apologize." He had opened his mouth to speak but stopped short. "A-apologize?" Bianca nodded. "I realize I've been a little unfair to you," she said as she stood up from her office chair. "You're new here and I shouldn't expect you to catch on so fast, especially given that you don't have any real office experience." Justin hesitated. "Well, uh, I wouldn't say that..." She raised a hand to silence him. "I'm not trying to give excuses. I take my work very seriously and I expect the same from all my employees. I didn't want the girls to think I was giving you any sort of special treatment just because you were an old friend of mine." Friends? Yeah, that's one way to put it, thought Justin. "I suppose I just went too far in trying to make sure they realized you were just another employee to me," Bianca admitted. She was sitting on the edge of her desk now, arms folded over her navy blazer. It was a stylish women's suit, very sharp, very chic. It made her look both attractive and authoritative. She carried the poise of an experienced professional, despite being about the same age as he was. He could see why the women in the office admired her. He felt silly in comparison. Why couldn't he have worn an outfit like that? 'What are you saying, Justin?' he thought. You shouldn't be wearing anything like that. You're a guy! Justin cleared his throat. "I guess you did go a 'little' too far," he said jokingly as he gripped the hem of his short skirt. Understatement. You're a grown man dressed like a stereotypical female secretary. Where's your pride, Justin? His boss smiled, surveying his outfit, the low cut white blouse, tight black skirt and leather belt, dark stockings and red court shoes. His face was lightly painted with mascara and red lipstick, and his otherwise masculine cut of orange hair was decorated with an adorable bow-shaped hairpin. "Well, I just wanted to ease any tension there might be with your hiring. We are an all women's company after all. Or we used to be," she said. "You may not know it, but a lot of women take comfort in that. It's rare. I didn't want to ruin that. Not to say they would ever see you as a threat, of course not..." Justin shifted uncomfortably. "...but I wanted to make sure you didn't feel excluded. I hope you don't take it personally, I get a little creative with my ideas sometimes. I think it was worth a little teasing for a day, don't you?" He laughed awkwardly. "Oh, yeah, it was no problem." It was unbearable. Bianca chuckled. "It was all in fun. They laughed, but I'm sure they appreciated the gesture. And the effort you put into it," she said looking him up and down again. "Now you can say you've gotten a chance to walk in a working woman's shoes. Literally." Justin forced a grin. Enough of this shit, he wanted to go home, please just let him go home. "You know," continued Bianca. "Most men, wouldn't have taken to it so easily." She titled her head, blond curls resting softly over her sly eyes. "But you're not most men, are you, Justin?" Justin's cheeks grew red again. Bianca crossed her legs, her skirt revealing just the slightest bit of nylon-covered thigh, unlike the short thing he was wearing. Justin noticed not for the first time that she had amazing legs. Did they always look this good? Focus, Justin, focus. He gave another awkward laugh. "Thanks, I guess?" She smirked. "Well, good job. You're free to go then." Finally! Justin wished her a good day and turned to leave. He couldn't wait to get on that elevator. Hopefully, he could slip out without having to talk to anyone else. "Oh, Justine." He froze. No, no, not that name, not here. Justin turned to see Bianca with the most amused expression on her face. She made a little twirling motion with her finger. "Your skirt, honey." Her beleaguered assistant looked down behind him and the color drained from his face. His skirt, by some means only known to the unseen forces of the universe dedicated to his shame and embarrassment, had hitched up to his belt in the back. His stocking and thigh were exposed, along with a glimpse of soft white undergarment beneath. What the hell! How long had it been like this!? The bathroom maybe? It couldn't have been before... "Really girl, you need to be careful about these sorts of things," said Bianca with a giggle. "This is not your first time, after all." Kill yourself, Justin. It's over. "Come on, let's not have a breakdown." Bianca beckoned him with her finger. "Come over here, I'll fix it." "That's ok...I-I'll do it..." he stammered. "Come here," she repeated firmly. It's OVER. Just go home and end it tonight. Justin stepped over to his boss, his eyes glued to the carpet. He couldn't look her in eye. This was the cherry on top of the most absolutely humiliating day of his life. And the competition was stiff, believe that. "These things happen," she said as she stepped around him. "That's what I'm here for. Place your elbows on the desk, please." Wait, what? "Now please, we don't have all day." She had taken on the authoritative tone again, like a schoolteacher talking to a slow or disobedient student. He gulped. Why raise a fuss about it? The day was so close to over anyway. Protesting now would just irritate her, and then he would have to endure her rebuke and further embarrassment. Just do as she said, he couldn't afford to lose this job. 'Oh, yeah?' he told himself. A few minutes ago you were talking about quitting. Wimp. Justin proceeded to put his elbows down on the desk, which, of course, resulted in him bending over in front of his boss. He winced with shame he felt her adjust the skirt. "Have you ever seen that one movie," she spoke softly and casually as she smoothed out the skirt. "The one with Maggie Gyllenhaal? And that other actor, from Boston Legal, what's his name..." "James Spader?" he replied. He could feel her fingering his garter belt, one of the more embarrassing elements of his outfit. What was she doing back there? "That's it. Kind of hot...don't you think?" Justin didn't know how to reply. Was she talking about the movie or the actor? "I assume you agree," she chuckled. He felt her fingers slide down her thigh and slip away. "All done, Justine." Justin stood up, cheeks on fire. "Um... thank you." She flipped her wrist nonchalantly. "Don't mention it. We girls have to look out for one another." Bury him alive. "Have a good weekend," mumbled Justin. He all but rushed at the door, though the heels limited his mobility. They were only 3 inches, he couldn't imagine how women endured anything higher. "Justin, one last thing." What now!? He looked back to see Bianca at her desk now, peering over the papers he had brought her. Without lifting her eyes, she said, "I didn't bring it up before but I thought it went without saying. Don't ever interrupt me during a phone call again. It's rude and unprofessional. Understand?" He nodded. "Understood." "Good. See you Monday, Justin." **** Justin first met his boss years ago. This was long before she had become head of her own fashion company. In fact, she had barely celebrated her tenth birthday yet. His family had all been invited to this fancy get together at this fashion model, Anita Sinclair's, home. Justin's dad was a photographer who had worked with the model on a couple of photo shoots. Justin didn't know much about Miss Sinclair, only that she lived in the nicest house in the neighborhood and that she had a daughter around his age. His father was adamant that the woman thought herself a much bigger deal than she actually was. He said she bragged incessantly of her money and accomplishments, most of which was owed to her previous marriage to some rich jerk, and could never shut up about her amazing little girl who was surely destined for stardom. Justin wasn't looking forward to going. He was a sensitive and withdrawn boy without many friends. At home he was constantly being ridiculed by his snotty older sister Camilla and bullying big brother Nathan, and had come to expect the same from most of the kids at school. From the sound of it, this lady's spoiled daughter would not be an exception. Miss Sinclair greeted the family at the door when they arrived. She introduced herself to their mom and gushed over the kids for a moment before inviting them into the foyer. Even at his young age, Justin could tell Anita was a beautiful woman. She had long strawberry blond locks, deep brown eyes and a radiant smile. His brother Nate, who was starting to pay attention to girls a lot more as of late, seemed intently focused on the woman's chest. "It's so excellent that you could make it, Peter, and I'm so happy you could bring your kids," said Miss Sinclair. Justin noticed she talked and walked as if she was on a stage at all times. "We moved here not too long ago and I'm afraid it's been a struggle finding friends for Bianca. She's such a bright and gifted young girl, but a little shy. Particularly around boys." Miss Sinclair then spoke in a loud whisper, "She just turned ten and she still plays with dolls." "Oh, that's no concern. So does my Justin!" said his mother. Nate and Camilla snickered while their brother blushed. "Mom! I don't play with dolls, I'm a boy," Justin said heatedly. "Action figures," his mom clarified, her fingers making exaggerated air quotes. Miss Sinclair gave her a knowing look and they shared a laugh. Justin fumed quietly. They went past a living room full of adults chatting happily with tall wine glasses and toothpicked appetizers in their hands and through a screen door leading to a garden. A bored looking young girl stood by herself in the shade of an oak tree, toying with a stick. "Bianca! Come here, dear," Miss Sinclair called. As she approached, Justin noticed she looked very much like her mother, a cute girl with doe eyes and red-blond curls put up in a bun. She wore a very pretty white frock decorated with rose flowers. "Hi," said the girl with a wide smile that mimicked Miss Sinclair's. "I'm Bianca." Justin's parents introduced themselves and she greeted them with a sweet politeness that seemed almost rehearsed. "Isn't she adorable?" Her mother beamed and Justin noticed Bianca's smile fade a bit. "She wants to take up modeling too. Long way to go, but she's already been in a couple of shoots. I got her into a couple of pageants too, we did pretty well considering she was untrained and everything. Don't you think, honey?" "Yes Mommy, pretty well," Bianca agreed. "Why don't you all you all get to know each other better?" Miss Sinclair said as she turned to leave back inside with Justin's parents. "And Bianca...that dress is very expensive so no more playing in the dirt please," she chided. Her daughter nodded her head in obedience. "I'm Nathan," said his brother as soon as the adults had left. "This is my sister, Camilla and this little midget is Carrot Cake." Justin blushed at the nickname, touching his red hair self-consciously. His mother called him that affectionately, but he hated it, which Nate knew. "My name is Justin," he muttered, eyes downcast. Bianca smiled. "Hi, Nathan. Hi, Camilla. Hi, Carrot Cake." Suddenly, Justin's sister gave an exaggerated groan and declared loudly, "This party is so lame." Bianca's smile disappeared as quickly as it came. "You're free to leave at anytime you'd like," the little girl said pointedly. The thirteen-year old seemed taken aback. "It's not as if I wanted to come, you know?" said Camilla, annoyed. "And don't you know it's rude to talk like that?" "You're right, I'm sorry," Bianca replied. "I know a big and mature kid like you won't have any fun playing with children. Why don't you go back inside with the rest of the grown ups?" Justin looked at the supposedly shy girl in amazement. He had never seen anyone talk to Camilla that way before. Even their parents had a hard time shutting her up. Camilla stared daggers at the girl before storming off in a huff, mumbling something about brats. Nate laughed. "I like you. You want to hang with us?" Bianca glanced up at him and shrugged. "Sure." "Cool. We're going to play a game." He looked about himself. "But not here. Where's your room?" -- A few minutes later they had slipped upstairs to Bianca's bedroom. The three kids sat together amidst an explosion of pinks and lavenders, on everything from the wallpaper to the lace curtains to the elaborate canopy bed. An assortment of various types of dolls and stuffed animals lined the shelves and surfaces - teddies, barbies, American Girls, Raggedy Anns, and even a couple of superhero figurines, Storm and Wonder Woman. "The game is Truth or Dare," Nate declared. Justin's stomach lurched as his brother explained the rules. It seemed like the perfect set up to embarrass him in front of Bianca. He looked over at the girl sitting demurely on the edge of her bed and pondered if her dress was comfortable or not. It was probably annoying not being able to sit the way you wanted to, but he imagined it a lot less restricting than the button down and khaki pants his mother forced him to wear. He often wondered about these things, but never told anyone. Bianca caught his eye and he looked away quickly, as if afraid she could read his mind. They did Eeenie Meenie to find out who was going first and Justin, of course, drew the short straw. Nate asked him truth or dare and he chose truth. "Tell the truth," said Nate. "Have you ever wet the bed?" Justin went pale. "What!? N-no!" he stammered. "Hah! You liar!" his brother laughed. "You have to do a dare now, pisspants!" Nate cackled, ignoring James' attempts to protest and yelling 'pisspants' loudly. Bianca didn't say anything but she was eyeing him with a curious smirk. Justin eventually gave in and agreed to do the dare. The older boy sat thinking for a moment, letting Justin sweat. Suddenly, Bianca spoke up. "I dare you to let me do your hair," she said with an impish smile. "No fair!" said Justin. "It's not your turn." But Nate was already amused by the idea, and so Justin sat nervously as the girl gathered a hairbrush, comb, and some hair ribbons. She grabbed a small stool from a little tea table and propped it from of him. Bianca gave a flourish. "Please have a seat, Miss." Justin furrowed his brow. "-ter," she added. He sat down and the girl got to work, combing his red hair out and parting it. Justin had decently long hair for a boy, much to the disapproval of his father. He was always threatening to have it cut, as if it was to blame for his son's soft disposition. "Your hair is pretty," Bianca noted. Justin blushed at the compliment. "Thanks," he mumbled, wincing as she pulled at it. "You want truth or dare?" "Truth," she chose. "Are you scared of boys?" "No." "Your mom said you were," Nate sneered. "My mom doesn't know everything," she replied simply. "I just don't like boys that much. They're stupid." "You're stupid," scoffed Nate. "Truth or dare?" Bianca asked him. "Truth." "Are you ugly?" Nate's eyes narrowed. "No." "That's a lie." Justin burst out laughing as Nathan's face grew red as a tomato. He warned his little brother to shut up, and when he still couldn't contain his giggles, Nate got up and shoved the younger boy off the stool and into the bookshelf behind him. Justin hit his head roughly on the hard wood. His eyes watered, but he tried desperately to hold back the tears and save face. Bianca immediately stepped to Nate, until the smaller girl's forehead was inches away from the boy's chin. She looked up at him with a stern glare. "That was mean. Apologize and help him up," she said firmly. "I warned him," said Nate with a shrug. "I said apologize." "No," he said and gave her a slight push back. Without hesitation, the girl brought one of her hard leather strap shoes swinging upward into the boy's groin. Nate cried out and collapsed immediately, clutching himself. "If you tell on me," said Bianca, standing over the now sobbing preteen, "I promise to tell everyone you got beat up by a girl. I'll find out who your friends are and I'll make sure they all know what a wuss and a crybaby you are. Now, get out and leave us alone." Nate crawled to his feet and called her a very unkind word, especially for a kid to use. But he slinked out the room, taking care to keep distance between himself and his assailant. Bianca closed the door and locked it behind him. Justin was speechless as she helped him up. He stammered that they would get into trouble but she seemed completely unperturbed. "He's too embarrassed to tell. Even if he did, my mom wouldn't believe him. There's no way her sweet little doll would do anything like that." She erected the stool and placed it in front of him. "Let me finish your hair." He obeyed and Bianca resumed her work. Justin sat contemplating what had just occurred. He couldn't really make sense of his feelings. His two tormentors, the major source of his anxiety since birth, had both been shut down by a girl he had just met. He was happy to see them get some comeuppance, even if a little ashamed in having to be defended in such a way. His dad would tell him to fight his own battles, not let some girl do it for him. But no one had ever stuck up for him like that before. Maybe his mother, but she was supposed to do that and the soft-spoken woman was rarely a deterrent to his sibling's teasing. His father's only response to seeing Nate toss his little brother around was, "boys will be boys." And boys will let little girls braid their hair and kick their big brother in the balls for them, right Dad? "Truth or dare?" said Bianca, interrupting his thoughts. "Truth." "Do you like my dress?" she asked. "Uh, yes, it's pretty, I guess." "Want to try it on?" Justin's heart skipped a beat. "Umm..." "I saw you looking at it and I think you'd look really cute in it. It will go nice with your pigtails." She nodded as if it was settled. "Uh, what will you wear?" he asked. "We can swap clothes." "They might not fit." "Yes they will." "Uh, I don't know, we're probably going to have to go back downstairs soon..." "We'll be quick." She finished his hair and then went over and grabbed a little vanity mirror from the shelf. Justin took a look at his reflection. His hair was separated into two short bunches on both sides, tied off with pretty green bows. Justin thought he could easily pass as a girl like this. "Cute, right?" said Bianca. "I didn't have a lot of time. Next time, I'll do something prettier." Next time? "Close your eyes," Bianca said, as she began to lift off her dress. "Wait!" said Justin. "I changed my mind. I don't want to." Bianca put her hands on her hips. "Don't be a baby. Do it or I'll yell downstairs for everyone to come see your pretty pigtails." Justin's mouth hung open. "You...you can't...that's not fair!" "Close your eyes," she repeated. -- Justin stared at the wardrobe mirror in amazement. A little pigtailed redhead girl in a white floral dress stared back at him. With her soft blue eyes and long freckled face, Justin realized he didn't just look like any girl. He looked like a particularly pretty girl! He glanced back at Bianca. She had very focused look on her face, her eyes scrutinizing his appearance. Justin thought that she looked just as cute in a shirt and khakis. After a moment, she nodded to herself. "We need makeup." "No way!" said Justin. "Just a little bit." "No!" he reiterated. "Fine," she conceded with a shake of her head. "Your choice, Justine." Justin opened his mouth to respond then stopped. He looked back at his reflection. What was the big deal? He did look like a Justine, after all. 'She' looked like a Justine. He gripped the skirt and swished it back and forth, noting how odd but welcome it felt to have his legs and lower areas so free. The material was so soft and light on his skin. He wondered how different it would feel with stockings. CLICK! Justin spun to see Bianca now wielding a digital camera, a devilish grin on her face. She had time to take several more shots before Justin rushed for the camera. She held it out of his reach. "Be careful, Justine," she teased. "You'll break the camera and lose all your pretty pictures." "ERASE IT!" yelled Justin. "No," she said. He tackled into her and a struggle ensued. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and they both fell silent. "Bianca dear, what did I tell you about hiding in your room when we have company! Come down, right now," her mother called. "Yes, Mommy," Bianca responded. The two re-exchanged clothes and Bianca quickly undid his hair. She must have managed to hide the camera during this time, as Justin didn't see it for the rest of the night. He and his siblings spent the evening glaring at the girl as she happily munched on snacks and charmed the grown ups. When his parents asked if they enjoyed each other's company, Bianca cheerily piped that it was the most fun she had in a long time. Before it was time to go, Bianca took Justin aside and led him out to the garden. They stood together beneath the oak tree. "Your sister is stuck-up and your brother is dumb," she said to him. "But I like you." "If you like me then delete the pictures you took," Justin said. Bianca considered it. "Nope," she decided. But she promised she wouldn't show them to anyone as long he helped her with something. "My mom thinks I want to be a model," she said. "But that's what she wants. I want to start my own company like my dad did. Except mine's going to be even better than his." "Where's your dad now?" Justin asked. "He's gone," she said simply. "Why do you need my help?" "One day, I'm going to have a bunch of people work for me. But right now, it's just me. And you," she said. "I can design and take pictures, but I need an assistant to help with things." Justin thought about it. "Ok," he said. "I guess I can do that." "And I need a model," she said with a grin. The color drained from Justin's face. "Forget it," he said. She titled her head and crossed her arms. "Don't be shy, Justine. Unless you want me to share those pictures with your family? I'm sure your brother and sister wouldn't make fun of you for it. I bet your mommy would think it was soooo cute, and your dad..." "I get it." Justin sighed. "Fine. Sometimes. Maybe." Bianca smiled smugly. "You're my assistant. That means I'm your boss." Justin gave a begrudged shrug. "Ok." "Say it." "Huh?" "Say I'm your boss, Justine." She waited expectantly. "You're my boss," Justin grumbled. "I guess..." Bianca giggled and took him by the hand. "And your friend," she added as they walked back inside. Justin smiled to himself. A friend. He could use one of those. ** The elevator doors opened and the worn secretary stepped gingerly into the hall. These heels would be death of him. As Justin approached his apartment door, he heard a sound from behind. His overweight neighbor Moe was taking the trash to the incinerator. Justin froze as the man noticed him. "Evening, babe." Moe cracked a greasy smile. Justin gave what he hoped was a convincing, feminine wave, before he was able to get the key in the door. He had just enough time to see what looked like a dawning realization on his neighbor's face before he slipped in the door and quickly shut it behind him. Justin poured himself a glass of wine and collapsed onto the sofa. It felt like heaven being able to pull those shoes off. He massaged his soles and turned on the television, wondering how many hours of Netflix he had to binge to drown out the day's events. The laughter of his coworkers replayed in his head like a haunting melody. How could he ever show his face at that office again? Those girls would never again see him as a respectable man, the jokes would never stop. It was like he was reliving high school. But you need the money, Justin, he reminded himself. You can't lose this apartment and move back in with your parents. Just endure it at least until you can find something else. His phone buzzed. A text message from Tasha was waiting for him. HOW IT GO BABE? He smirked and typed his response. JUST GREAT. I DON'T THINK THEY EVEN SEE ME AS MALE ANYMORE. She replied, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED? :) NEXT TIME TRY NOT TO DO SUCH A GOOD JOB, he typed. COWORKERS HAD A FIELD DAY. THOSE BITCHES JUST JEALOUS CUZ YOU HOTTER THAN MOST OF THEM. SERIOUSLY YOU ARE ONE HOT WHITE BOY IN A DRESS. IF I WAS STRAIGHT, I WOULD DEF BONE. STILL MIGHT ANYWAY ;) Justin smiled to himself. They had tried that once before, hadn't really worked out, given the circumstances. Still he found himself somewhat turned on by the idea. GTG DRINK MYSELF INTO A COMA. WANNA JOIN? NAH, she replied. BUSY AF THIS WEEKEND. DROP BY THE SHOP NEXT WEEK WE CAN CHILL. NIGHT NIGHT BABE, AND DON'T LET MISS BOSS BITCH GET YOU DOWN. Justin wished her a good night. He hoped she didn't take the invite as anything more, she was one of his closest friends (only friends) and he wouldn't jeopardize their friendship that way. Not to say the thought wasn't intriguing... The wine was definitely putting in work. Shit. When was the last time he had sex? The only woman he had the nerve to talk to was his lesbian former roommate. He sauntered down the hall to the bathroom and stopped to take a look in the mirror. Wow, he thought grooming his red hair. He really did look hot. He smiled at Justine and she smiled back. Long time no see, huh girl? He blew a kiss and giggled at his own playfulness. His hand crept to his blouse and begin to massage his chest. He felt a stirring down below and let his hand slip beneath his skirt, caressing himself through the soft satin material. Fuck, he was horny. Should he? No... should she? Justine walked back to living room, shut off the television and grabbed her laptop. She settled the cursor on the address bar and hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. She hadn't been to one of 'those' websites in a while. We were done with that, remember? Justin was done with that. Justine never agreed to anything. She began to type. The phone rang. Justin quickly closed the browser, as if whomever was calling could see what he was doing. He picked up his cell and groaned as he saw who it was. "Hello Bianca," he said as pleasantly as he could muster. "Hello Justin," his boss responded. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." "Just making dinner." "I won't hold you then," she said. "Just so you know though, this job does require pretty frequent communication, so I do expect you to be available via phone or email during after hours and weekends. Is that alright?" "Oh, of course." Why don't I just move into the office, 24/7? "So I was thinking more about today and I really wanted the chance to thank you properly for being such a good sport about the whole thing. I'd like to treat you to dinner tomorrow evening, if you're available. It'll give us a chance to catch up as well." Oh shit. "Wow, that's nice of you! Uh, yeah, yeah, I should be free, let me check my..." "Great. There's this really nice place downtown that I'd think you'd love. Reasonably casual, so don't feel you have to get too fancy. Any nice dress or blouse should do it." Silence. She wasn't serious? She couldn't be serious. "...that was a joke, Justin." "Oh! Hahaha, yeah, well... guess I should leave the heels at home, huh?" "You really should, you could use some more practice." Ouch. "Let's meet at, say, seven? I'll text you the other details. Don't be late please." Justin sighed as they ended their phone call. Not even weekends were safe any longer. Bianca had reentered his life in full-force. He wondered how she would find a way to humiliate him this go around? Maybe have the waiter serve his dinner in a doggie bowl and make him eat on the floor on all fours? Justin picked his laptop back up and tried to resume his activities, but he couldn't focus. Mental images of Bianca leading him about on a dog leash kept intruding his thoughts. Noticing that his skirt had began to rise up like a tent, Justin quickly snapped his computer shut and retreated to his bedroom before he did something he would regret. Author's Note: This is my first post here, so please review! Is the switch between past and present too jarring? Any comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading, more to come!