I fade in and out of sleep, still half asleep and half awake, but fully aware of my surroundings in my dream. We are in the training room where we first met, except there is nothing there, save an office desk with 2 chairs, and a cabinet right behind it. It appears that this it's my new office, and I work as an assistant managerial consult. I'm sitting on one side, with the white Delta Spa official polo shirt and a pair of white swim shirts, and my shoulder length locks are tied back except one dangling stand in the front. I'm working on some paperwork for 3 sites, when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I command, not looking up from my desk.
"It's almost time for your meeting, sir."
"I'm well aware off the time," I sharply reply, "but thank y-" I'm interrupted as I look up to see you standing there. You're wearing a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse with crimson stripes. You're blouse is buttoned only to the 2nd top button, which doesn't speak for much, as your buttons are spaced apart rather distantly, making your cleavage fairly obvious. You have on a newer looking pair of crimson colored leather heels, almost as if to impress someone. Your hair is still short and down, tucked behind your ears, with a black plastic hair band to hold it in place, and a medium-sized leather choker around your neck, and you remain wearing your professional looking black rimmed eye glasses. Your nails are painted to match your shoes, and your makeup reflects a wild side of you, with navy blue and yellow the primary colors of your eye shadow, and a very dark red lipstick that makes your mouth pop. Naturally my eyes gravitate to your mouth and you look away with a slight grin.
This is a very refreshingly new look, and a lot more profiling, much different than what I'm used to seeing you in during a real work day. Normally, you're wearing a polo similar to mine with navy yoga pants, but somehow you're now my assistant, and this is your attire.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" you ask, halfway confused at my tone.
As the omniscient being in this dream, I'm surprised at the arousal that your appearance is giving me, but the "me" in this dream somehow isn't. Rather, he's frustrated.
"How are you supposed to enter my office, girl?"
"Enter unsuspiciously, shut the door, and wait in devotion position, sir." The tone in your voice is one of understanding of your mistake and an undying relentlessness to please me, as you sink to your knees, chest protruded slightly, with your head down and your hands clasped behind your back.
