Janet woke up the next morning in bed hugging her blankets tight to her curled up body. Looking at the window, she could see the gray morning light peeking through the slats of her vertical blinds. She didn't move and just lied in bed remembering everything that happened and tried to process that everything did actually happen.
When she arrived home late last night, she quickly walked to her apartment holding the already blood-soaked towel as best as she could between her legs. As she fumbled to open the door to her apartment, she felt the blood run down her inner thighs. She sobbed in anger and sorrow and finally managed to open the door and quickly closed it behind her turning the deadbolt before dashing into the bathroom.
She let the towel fall from under her and fumbled with her dress in the dark, sobbing harder while undressing. She turned the shower on and stepped into the frigid water and began to cry.
"How can I live this way? Is this the best I can do for myself? Why me?"
The shower ran for no more than a minute when she turned the faucet off. She stepped out shivering from the cold and still sobbing as she groped for the towel on the rack on the opposite wall. She toweled off and still felt herself seeping blood. She stepped carefully over to the vanity and found her tissue box and pulled out several sheets and did her best to plug up the leakage.
She had cried herself to sleep and now she was awake in bed ready to relive the moments to recount them to her new bosses. Part of her wanted to stay in bed and not get up ever again and the other part wanted to get up because there was simply no other alternative.
Janet rose from the bed and felt the chill of the air on her naked body. She went over to the bathroom and saw her dress she wore last night on the floor.
"No. No. No! No!" she said picking it up and seeing the dried blood stains mottled the bottom. Her lip began to quiver and she tried to hold back her sobs, but it was her best and only dress. She took it and turned on the faucet of the sink plugging the drain to let it soak. She did her best to freshen up and she went to her closet and rummaged through to find the next best thing she could wear.
She pulled out a pair of jean shorts and a tye dyed shirt as it was the best fitting shirt she had to wear. Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked stupid knowing how Cat, Margitte and Roxy all dressed. She wondered if security would even let her in as they might mistake her as a homeless vagrant, but what else could she do. She gathered her wallet, laptop and phone into her bag and walked out of the cold and dark apartment.
Janet made her way downtown on foot, passing by fast food shops and other corner stores thinking she could moonlight at one of those businesses. At the very least, she could get a discount on food while making just a little bit of money. She walked by the Starbucks she frequented and saw the same barista that warned her to make a purchase. She saw the pastry display by the counter and smelled the aroma of coffee in the cold morning air and felt sad that she could not even treat herself to a sweet Danish or a hot cup of Joe. Seeing people walking out holding their white paper cups, she imagined the taste of the hot coffee sweetened with sugar and topped with a creamy frothy milk and felt the emptiness in her stomach.
She crossed the street and made her way into the building where Cat and Margritte's office were and stepped up to the security table. They looked at her a bit skeptical, but after checking her bag, they let her through. She rode up the elevator with a few others normal professional business attire, which made her stand out like a mistake made from a Grateful Dead concert. She felt them look at her, but she averted there eyes and when the elevator stopped at her floor, she politely made her exit. She walked down the hall and with a loud click from the door, she entered.
As Janet stepped in, Roxy looked up and saw her and gave a quick once over then smiled warmly at her, which made her feel invited.
"Good morning, Miss Janet." Roxy said.
She looked as pretty as the day before wearing a short pleated gray skirt with a black pinstriped blouse with the top three buttons left undone showing off her ample cleavage.
"Good morning." Janet said and Roxy saw on her face that Janet had a rough morning or night.
"Everything okay, Miss Janet?"
"Yeah. Everything is fine." She said and sat down on the edge of the white sofa.
Janet's attire looked quite out of place as she sat on the leather sofa and she didn't look at ease as she came to be after eating yesterday.
"Can I get you something? Coffee? Tea? Food?" Roxy said seemingly knowing she was hungry.
Janet smiled weakly at Roxy and nodded her head, "Please?"
"Of course." She said and picked up the phone and Cat answered, "Miss Janet is here to see you and Miss Margritte." She hung up the phone, "Miss Cat will be right out to see you. In the meantime, I'll go grab something for you, okay?"
"Thank you and I'm sorry for all of the extra work I've put you through." Janet said.
"Not at all. It's my pleasure, Miss Janet." She said and exited the office. Roxy left a trail of perfume in her wake as she breezed by her through the waiting area.
Cat came out of her office and smiled with her feral like canines, "Janet. So good to see you again." She said and saw how she was oddly dressed, "A bit casual today, are we?"
"It's all I had that was clean. I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright. Where is Roxy?"
"She went to go get something for me. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. Why don't we go into Margritte's office and you can tell us all about your assignment." She said and held a hand towards Margritte's door.
Janet rose and followed Cat into Margritte's office where she was busy typing on her computer. "Margritte, you remember Janet from yesterday." Cat said.
She glanced over at her and went back to her computer, "Of course I do. Have a seat." She said and continued her typing. "So how was Olivia?"
"Um...she was fine."
"And?" Margritte said.
"She was nice. She was..."
"Did she fuck you?" Margritte said
The directness startled Janet at first, but she remembered it was the reason why she was assigned in the first place, "Yes, ma'am." She said in a low voice.
"How many times?"
"Three times, I think?"
"Did she enjoy it?"
"Did she enjoy it?" Janet said.
"Yes. That's what I said."
"Oh, well...I think so."
Margritte stopped typing and looked at Janet, "What do you mean 'you think so?' Either she did or she didn't. Does she want to fuck you again?"
"Oh. Yes. I think she was interested in seeing me again."
"Okay. Wait outside please." Margritte said.
Janet turned to look at Cat and she just smiled at her with a nod then stood and left the office. Once the door closed, Margritte said, "What do you think?"
"Think of what?" Cat said.
"Olivia. We caught her. She fucked the little virgin three times last night and she's not even a true lesbian. What does that tell you?"
"I'm not saying it doesn't sound good, but let's not jump the gun here and think we've found our new earner."
"Whether or not she becomes our biggest earner is not the point. The point is we've got somebody for Olivia. Having a steady income stream for her buys us time to find our new domme."
"Okay, it's Olivia, but still, she's only one client. We may get a bit of a premium, but that's still far short of what we need to cover right now."
"You let me work on Olivia. In the meantime, see if there are any other clients that our hippie girl can check the boxes."
