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As Nathan checked the time on his Tissot watch, he mentally celebrated
the fact that he had ACTUALLY secured the meeting with the new clients
and not his rivals. With the plus point that the two investors promised
to discuss further details at a rooftop restaurant over lunch, he was
certain that they weren't worried or over concerned about the numbers
(according to him there was nothing concerning about the numbers in the
first place). At exactly 11:50, Nathan and the junior manager of his
company, Jamie entered the third lift of the Cardoy Grand Hotel.They
needed to go 78 floors up. The two of them were the only ones on the
lift. Both of them were in boring, 'I slog for a living' bussiness suits.
Jamie was grateful of the fact that Nathan hadn't said anything about the
stubble that he hadn't touched forthe past 48 hours. Jamie was also
grateful that he was feeling overall rather hip and well put together but
when he stepped into the lift and heard the pop music playing, he cursed.
If he was made to hear this crappy tune for the next three minutes then
he would literally need to punch something before the meeting. He removed
the black messenger bag on his shoulder and placed it on the floor
supporting the wall. He made a mental note of all objects in the bag, his
smartphone, laptop, two files, all the four pen drives he owned, his comb
and a deodorant bottle.
The lift travelled up a floor and opened. Both the men waited but nobody
entered. The callers voice sounded over the silence - "First Change." Did
she just say change? Nathan looked at Jamie who shrugged back at him.
Both Nathan and Jamie were of the same height but Jamie had decided to
wear heels today, making him looking taller. Nathan found himself wishing
that he had worn heels as well.
Jamie looked down at his feet and felt confused. He had worn socks today
morning. He positively remembered it.
Then why were they not on his feet present? He tried to recollect. What
had he done just before wearing them?
He had... Ah yes, he mentally recollected just as the overhead voice echo
"Second Change." He had just put his smartphone inside his tote. He stole
a glance at his tote bag, resting near his feet. He loved his tote bag...
***
"Third change." As the lift opened again on the third floor, seeing not a
single human in the corridor,Nathan looked on as Jamie pressed the button
repetedly to close lift door. His eyes fell on Jamie's long painted
fingernails. Vivid memories of those fingernails holding his cock entered
his mind. These visual images were so detailed and realistic, that Nathan
found himself wondering - did he become gay when he was drunk?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Jamie who was scanning his fingernails for any
signs of a scratch mentally cursed himself for treating himself so
roughly. He began thinking of how he had let his 3 inch nails grow longer
than even his two inch cock. Needless to say, the fourth change had taken
place.
Nathan was bobbing his head back and front in rhythm with the Taylor
Swiff song playing in the background.
Who cares if the lift goes on opening on each floor for no reason? All
the more time for him to listen to his favourite artist!! Quite
spontaneously, Nathan gave out a short giggle. Jamie smirked. She was the
girl here and Nathan was the one getting excited by this kind of music?
As the door opened onto the eight floor Nathan found himself asking Jamie
if he could use her hairbrush.
She took it out of tote bag, wondering how he knew that she had one.
Nathan rarely bothered about what kind of person she was outside her
professional life. Maybe I'm just all bothered up because of my hormones
reacting, of course all women carry a hairbrush at all times. *Or*, her
mind told itself, Nathan has begun to come out of his bubble and is
actually on the way to become close friends with her. She found herself
staring shamelessly at Nathan as he took the hairbrush from her and
combed his long wavy auburn hair into place...
As the lift doors opened for the ninth time since Nathan and Jamie had
entered into it, Jamie just knew that something was off. Why did she wish
for Nathan to be close friends with her? Why not her lover? He was after
all quite handsome... As she looked at Nathan through the polished metal
walls of the lift she realized why. Look at the deep v-cut top he's
wearing. The long silvery earrings dangling from his ears.
Why, he's as gay as they come. No wonder I can't get myself to fantasize
about being in bed with him...
By the time the lift crossed the thirteenth floor, Nathan had a choker on
his neck and his Tissot watch had changed into a thin metallic band with
an intricate pattern. Jamie on the other hand, had lost her two-day
stubble, high cheekbones taking their place and two pert breasts the size
of tennis balls had blossomed on her chest.
Much to the surprise of them both the lift did not stop on the fourteenth
floor. They both looked at each other, their eyes sparkling as if they
just shared an inside joke. Nathan left out a small chortle as Jamie, to
continue tradition imitated the announcer- "Fourteenth Change." It was a
good imitation, but of course Jamie could pull it off, her voice being so
high, shaky and naturally lisped. "I really hope our employers won't mind
us being late, Jamie." In a mature, crisp contralto.
As they reached the next floor, Jamie frowned. Had she heard Nat wrongly?
Weren't they going up to meet some clients? But, clients? She'd never had
to meet clients before, did she? So why now? Why did she have that
nagging feeling that she was an investment banker? "So silly of me!" she
thought. She'd never even completed her bachelors! Her highest education
was a high school degree. Nat and Jamie were just going up to apply as
secretaries weren't they? But who invites potential secretaries to
rooftop interviews? Must be some billionaire she thought as she pulled
out her compact and began readjusting her make-up. She began to fantasize
about how he looked like.
"Fifteenth Change." Nathan began to feel a little impatient and
unconsciously began to readjust his bra.
"Sixteenth Change." Jamie admired the smooth skin across is hands. Till
date she ensured to take good care of her elbows, didn't she. She wished
she didn't have knobby knees. But did she have knobby knees? She pulled
up her trumpet skirt a bit ignoring the onlooking Nathan. Yes. She did
have knocked knees.
"Seventeenth Change." Lord Nathan thought. Jamie can act so shamelessly
at times. She doesn't even care that there's a footage camera in the
lift! I wish I could be as mischieveous as Jamie all the time.
"Eighteenth change." Jamie begins to reach for her perfume bottle in her
tote bag...
A good half an hour later, on the sixtieth floor Natalie turned to Jamie.
"Jamie honey, we should use the washroom on this floor and take stock of
our appearance. Let's take a good ten minutes to refresh ourselves.
The men wouldn't mind if we're another ten minutes late, would they?"
As they entered the ladies room, Nat immediately stood in front of the
wide angle mirror and giving herself some minor touches (according to her
they were necessary touch-ups). Jamie entered a stall to go about her
business.
"You know Jamie, we should hang out more often outside work. I was
thinking of going to this dinner party tonight. It's my fiance's
brother's birthday. You should come along." Nat said, taking a moment to
study the ring on her middle finger. "Does he know about your profession
Natalie?" Jamie answered from inside the stall.
"I never told him," Nat admitted. "But if he stops loving me just because
I work as a secretary, I swear - wait why did you call me Natalie?", Nat
replied pausing all of a sudden.
"Nat, seriously are you okay? Your period isn't due for another two
weeks. Please don't be going around trying new drugs without me." Jamie
answered from inside, readjusting her miniskirt. Her hands moved towards
her tote bag...
"No .. Just don't call me Natalie. I know that it's my name, but it feels
weird. Simply call me Nat okay?" she paused. "Jamie?" From inside the
stall, Jamie screamed.
Jamie unlocked the door hurriedly, but shakily, almost in tears. "Nat?
Nat! Look what someone's put in my tote bag! There's a dildo, two pairs
of handcuffs, a butt plug," she said, shuffling through the contents.
"Someone's played a sick joke on me!"
"Awww Jamie, had your libido been up lately? These are your items, from
when I came to your house last! Just don't open your tote bag in front of
our future employers or else we definitely won't get the job.."
Back in the lift, both women took the lift up the remaining eighteen
floors. At the seventy eighth floor, without fail the announcers voice
was heard yet again. "Seventy eighth change." As the doors opened,Nat
began to step out, but Jamie stopped her. "Nat,wait!" Nat paused as
looked over her shoulder at Jamie. "Nat, take off your ring and give it
to me. Trust me on this, you might want to hide the news of your
engagement from our 'clients.'" Jamie smiled naughtily. Nat who trusted
Jamie more than herself obliged and did as she said.
As they got out, Nat felt as if some force took over her body. Whoever
she was acting as, she definitely wasn't acting as herself. She walked
towards the front desk manager, Jamie in tow. "Those two are expecting
us" she said and sauntered toward two men seated at a table near the bar
stools. Jamie looks at them, their expensive blue suits, sleek haircuts
and shiny watches and felt elated. Her heart had never been beating this
fast since forever.
She felt super excited and *blush*, she was even quite wet down there.
Looks like the items she had kept in her handbag today morning would come
in use after all...
As Nat reached within earshot of the two men, she could hear the trailing
end of their conversation. "Man! It looks like this escort service gave
us their best two women! Both of them must be atleast c-cups! They're on
time too!This is the kind of way how I would like to finish my lunch."
Nat smiled, professionally. She intented to have this meeting every
Saturday and give these men their "dessert."
She raised her hand curteously towards the nearer seated man to her.
"Call me Natalie." These guys look fun,she thought. Her vagina was
definitely in for a treat.
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