Jessica woke up early the next morning to her alarm, the events of last night had ran through her dreams all night and she could feel the partially dried cum between her legs as she shifted on the bed. The thought of Tessa sent her mind and body into overdrive and before she knew what she was doing, her hand was stroking her moist pussy lips again as a soft moan escaped her mouth. It wan’t long before she was reaching for the vibrator again to finish the job her imagination had started.
Eventually she got out of bed and wandering over to the hotel window she looked out upon the partially lit park, as the sun dawned over the city. Quickly getting changed she decided that a run would be best to clear her mind, and before long she was one of the few runners out around the park.
After getting back Jessica spent a long time in the bathroom getting herself ready for the day ahead, making sure that everything was perfect in her appearance. Normally she didn't go to this much effort but seeing as it was the opportunity she had given her old life up for it seemed the least she should be doing. Besides, she was determined to find Tessa later in the bar and wanted to look her absolute best.
The thought of Tessa again sent her mind running overtime, after 30 minutes of trying to get the thought of her out of her head she gave into lust once again and reached for her vibrator. Ten minutes later she scowled at herself in the mirror, angry at her lack of self control and the resulting orgasm that caused her to ruin her make up.
When Jessica was finally ready she headed out into the city in the direction of the office block where her interview was be held. She was taken aback at the shear number of people rushing about, it was crazy compared to the small streets of Plainsville and as she started to walk Jessica nervously followed the drones of people buzzing along the pavements.
After getting lost twice due to the crowds Jessica finally got into the air conditioned office block and was directed to the waiting room where she took a seat, her hands shaking from nerves.
The room was empty of people, and there was no sign of other candidates or the interviewer at that time. As the clock ticked by she noticed more and more about the room she had been directed to by security, and guessed this was most likely the successful applicants workplace.
The room itself was quite small, a desk sat on one side in front of a number of filing cabinets, and she sat on the opposite side on a small leather sofa. The desk was piled high with filing, the PC underneath was barely visible. On the far side of the room from the front door was a frosted glass door with a name engraved on it.
Ms. S Watson, Author and Editor in Chief
Jessica frowned at the name, it was one she recognised but she could not think of where she had see it. Before she could think any harder the door to the office flew open and a woman came running out sobbing in tears. She must have been in her late twenties and was dressed in a suit from what Jessica could make out in the brief time the lady took to sprint through the room.
Another woman appeared in the doorway moments later and yelled in the sobbing woman's direction as the lift doors shut.
"Well it did say in the job specification you must have open mind, you fugly prude!"
Jessica turned towards the new arrival and her mouth fell open as she looked upon a familiar face. The mystery woman from the diner stood in the doorway to the office, snarling at the person as they disappeared. She turned and looked at Jessica, her angry face breaking into a warming smile in an instant.
“Wonderful" she chimed. "I was hoping after our brief encounter that I had successfully planted my job advert, that town was far to small for someone of your beauty. Please come in my dear.” she said.
A blushing Jessica gulped loudly and stood up, following the lady into her office. Inside it was much larger than the reception room, almost three or four times larger Jessica would estimate. Opposite from the door were large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city sky scape, the women walked around behind the large glass topped desk and stood in front of the reclining leather office chair as Jessica looked out upon the view and the rest of the room.
The room seemed to be divided into two by a frost glass wall, through which Jessica could only just make out a blurred outline of some sort of furniture. In front of the frosted glass wall were two leather armchairs and a coffee table that matched the style of the woman's desk.
Jessica walked over and stood in front of the her smiling, not sure what to do. The desk was a mess, littered with takeaway coffee cups, piles of papers and magazines that looked like toppling over at any moment. Jessica stood up straight in front of the desk and smiled at the woman, waiting for instructions. The woman sat down still studying Jessica, and without a word she reclined back in her leather chair and brazenly eyed up the young woman standing before her.
"That's what I like to see in a young lady, manners. It's a pleasure to meet you again Miss Jones, my name is Samantha Weston, but you will call me either Ms. Weston or ma'am" and she offered her hand to shake.
Jessica took the hand a little taken aback at the fact she had been told precisely how to address her, but shook it none the less.
Samantha rummaged through the papers on her desk. “As you can see I'm not the most organised of people, hence the need for a PA. I've been looking for months you know, but everyone seems to run for the hills once they get a better idea of the job.” she gave a derisory snort.
“They make me out to be some sort of witch or something.” she carried on almost as if Jessica wasn't in the room. Jessica looked nervously out the window for a moment.
“after all, I can't help it if I enjoy my job, that I want to learn and use what I edit and publish - its a life style don't you know.” she said looking up at Jessica as if expecting a response.
Jessica wasn’t sure what to do, so she just smiled and nodded and that seemed to be sufficient as Samantha returned to the piles of paperwork infant of her.
She finally finished rummaging through the paper mountain and held up a copy of Jessica's resume.
“Ah there we go, Jessica Jones 21 from Plainsville. I knew I had it somewhere.” Samantha finally looked up at Jessica who was still smiling back at her, stood in front of her desk. “Before we start, can I get you anything? A drink of water or something?” Jessica shook her head.
“Do I need to find you a voice? This kinda needs to be a two way talk if its going to work” she joked smiling at Jessica.
“Relax!” she emphasised. “Sure I can't get you anything?”
“Ummm, no thank you ma’am. I’m ok.” Jessica finally spoke up
“A voice!” she exclaimed “and such a pretty one to match that pretty face. Tell me, I don't suppose you've heard of me or ever read any of my publications?” She asked in a tone of desperation more than expectation.
“Forgive me ma'am, but I did recognised your name, I just couldn't place it to the names of the publications I have seen it on.” Jessica stammered.
Samantha almost jumped out of her seat, it was so fast it made Jessica flinch, nervous that she had done something wrong already. Samantha however was not angry for Jessica's lack of knowledge, in fact she was smiling excitedly. She rushed round and grabbed Jessica's arm turning her round in the direction she came in, and it was only then that Jessica noticed the large framed magazine and book covers on the wall.
“You must tell me which one's you have read, none of my previous subjects had even heard of me! I think you are the first to have the slightest clue Jessica Jones, this is a sign!” She said pulling Jessica over to the wall.
