Once there, I noticed that I didn't look as dissheveled as I had feared.Once there, I noticed that I didn't look as dissheveled as I had feared. My clothes had stayed pretty much unwrinkled because I'd taken them off before getting down on the floor, and all I had to do was wash my face and comb down my hair before I looked more or less normal. The cold water on my face helped to get me back to an acceptable level of lucidity, and I was then able to reflect on everything that had happened since I arrived. I began to fear my meeting with Rachael -- if she and Mary were working together on this, I reflected, who knows what she'd lay on me in this meeting. Actually, I had a way out -- I could just go home right then, skipping out on the meeting. The thought was tempting, but not as tempting as Mary, who had seemed to promise further sex with me. Her whorish attitude led me to wonder if perhaps she was some sort of hooker. I actually hoped she was, because I had more confidence that I could get what I want from a woman if its for money than for any other reason. The prospect of somehow arranging more hot sex with Mary after my meeting with Rachael was the only thing that kept me from running away. Besides, I was feeling well enough to go through with the negotiations -- or so I told myself as I walked back to the office to face Rachael. Back in the agency, Mary told me that Rachael was done and would meet me in the conference room. She led through the main office into a corridor, her hips swaying seductively as usual. As I followed her, I pictured the conference room as one of those that are typically found in small offices such as this one: a room slightly larger than a large office with a table and a few chairs, and perhaps an overhead projector or something similar. |