"Please come in and take a seat, Miss. Rose" he said without looking up from his computer screen.
"Call me..." she began before deciding to save her breath as he clearly wasn't listening.
This was not how she wanted to start her new job. Waiting for her employer to acknowledge her presence, let alone deign to look in her direction. To fill the time she looked at the sterile surroundings, hoping to see some sign of life or personality from the man sitting opposite her.
Instead, he matched the surroundings perfectly; all sharp edges and clean lines.
She could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance echoing down the lifeless corridors.
Lyla began to wonder about the rooms she had passed on her way to the office at the heart of the building. Their opaque surfaces drew in the artificial light. The only flourish of colour upon them, the unmarked chrome handles. None of the doors had markings or signage giving any indication of what lay beyond them. Once she was in possession of her security pass, the first task would be to find out.
"Please excuse me for just one more moment." He said standing up and leaving her alone beneath the artificial light of the windowless room.
She dove her hand into her bag and Searched out her phone. She didn't know how long he would be gone for but maybe she could find a distraction on social media to occupy her mind while she waited for something, anything to happen.
She secretively flicked her finger up and down the screen, roaming through pictures of cats, complains for acquaintances about airlines and random memes culled from old television shows. Had she made a grave mistake was this job, whatever it actually turned out to be, not for her.
Maybe paying the rent isn't for you either, a voice chimed in from the back of her mind. She liked to think it was her future-self, older and wiser, somehow passing on sage words of advice from someday yet to come. If truth be told, however, Lyla knew that the voice belonged to her mother.
Her train of thought was derailed by the door opening and her new employer returning.
In his hands, he held two boxes. Placing them both down on the desk and making a show of opening them one at a time. The first contained a pair of black leather shoes and the other some kind of black garment.
Lyla knew next to nothing about clothing but even she could tell the shoes where expensive. The sharp smell of leather filled stung nose as she tentatively reached out towards the red-soled heels.
Returning to his seat he locked his dull blue eyes firmly upon her face.
"Now, I am going to need you to remove your clothes". His face remained expressionless as if he had just asked her the time or directions to the bathroom.
Lyla didn't move for a moment. She just flicked her gaze from him to the velvet-lined boxes and back again. She was sure she must have looked like a deer in headlights.
"Is there a problem? Was this not all explained to you when you signed your contract of employment and your non-disclosure agreement."
This was her last chance to walk away, to leave the building and go to work in a supermarket or a fast-food outlet.
"No." She said standing up and removing her jacket.
For a moment she felt self-conscious, standing before him. Upon getting the job she had gone out and bought a brand new dress and underwear set. Both far in excess of her normal spend for such things, but Lyla found herself worrying that to his refined tastes they would seem cheap.
She reached down and pulled the dress up and over her head. She shook it loose from her main of thick red curls and neatly placed it upon the chair.
Lyla had been a cam girl for little over a year so she was used to men objectifying her body. Hundreds of men had gazed upon her pale skin with every conceivable emotion. Desire, Despair, Disgust even devotion but the blue eyes moving across her curves now held nothing but indifference.
To her surprise, she found the experience was making her angry. Just what did he want? The list she had been presented along with her contract when she met with Mr Sinclair had been exhaustive. If the money was not enough to set her up for life, she would have stopped giving any thought to the offer by the time she got to the third item down the list.
"And your underwear Miss Rose." His monotone bringing her back to the present.
Lyla was damned if she was going to let some mildly attractive bank manager treat her like this. She had made men weep with desire before. She knew just how to tease a man with her body, to get that look in his eyes. The one that said he couldn't go on living if he didn't fuck her there and then.
She began to sway gently, running her hands across her creamy flawless skin, slowly teasing down the deep purple bra strap from her left shoulder. Biting her lower lip. Her eyes closed.
"Would you kindly dispense with the theatrics. The sooner you are undressed the sooner we can get you suitably attired."
"Fine" she hissed from between gritted teeth. She wrenched off her bra and threw it down upon the chair. Showing none of the reverence or tenderness had shown for the dress. She flicked off her black kitten heels and slid her thong down. Kicking out her left ankle and discarding the flimsy undergarment beneath the chair.
Lyla now stood with her hands on her hips and eyes locked onto his. She was trying righteous fury but her look was coming off as little more than petulance. His eyes were lingering on her nipples and for the first time, she was aware of the temperature in the room. The dark pink flesh stood erect, the cold air biting into them and making them ache slightly.
His eyes moved down to her stomach and lingered. Her mother's voice spoke up again and began to pass judgement on her weight and how disgusting her stomach looked. It was filling her with doubts and self-loathing. Any minute now he will tell you a mistake has been made? Just you wait.
"Excellent work on the grooming, so many candidates come in here and think that a few days growth in the same as being shorn. I assure you it's not. Please, can you turn around." Slowly rotating she said thanked god for a grooming regime which never let her pubes get too more than a few centimetres in length.
"And now if you would be so kind as to put on your uniform." Pointing to the black garment in the box on the left.
Lyla gathered up the delicate material, leaving behind the silken bed it had lain in. As soon as the first fold was undone she knew what it was. A french chamber maids outfit. One she had bought a cheap synthetic replica online to satisfy the staggering number of cam clients requested this particular fantasy.
The garment she now held was anything but cheap. Made of silk and weighing next to nothing. Also, she suspected it had been tailor-made for her measurements. Lyla opened it up and knew that it would not come down much below her waist. She was also sure that this was by design.
Slipping the almost weightless material over her head it brushed passed her still erect nipples and sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. It also served as a reminder that the garment was a physical thing. It almost had no heft to it.
