N.B – This is the opening chapter to a novel I am currently working on. This chapter is basically an introduction to the main character and therefore does not include any erotica. Future scenes do include group sex and lesbian sex and I will post them as soon as I have them in a reasonable state. Thanks for reading.
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Annabel looked in the mirror. Anti-frizz serum lied. She now had a slimy frizz ball where most people have hair. Luckily for her, she'd been searching all morning for an excuse to get out of a job interview and this one was the best so far.
However, as the frizz ball expanded, the excuse seemed to shrink. She couldn't seriously miss an interview because of a bad hair day. That would be almost as bad as those women who cry when they break a nail. She took a deep breath and continued to wrestle the giant pom-pom that grew out of her head and dared to call itself hair.
The interview was in precisely one hour and Annabel wanted it less than boiled to death sprouts on Christmas Day. It was a call centre job and by the description she'd been given over the phone there was not much work to be done. "Just phone sitting really" is how the overly friendly woman had coaxed her into an interview.
Annabel had been out of work for far too long and now that she had found herself a nice little flat, her lovely little pot of pennies was running at an all time low. She wasn't lazy, it was just that she'd never had to go out and fend for herself before and the idea was absolutely terrifying. She had always worked for her brother, Malcolm. He had his own business providing office supplies. For the best part he was off generating new and chasing used clients whilst she tucked herself away in the back office going over the stock takes and profits.
Annabel had worked for her brother since she was seventeen and had played the role of office mouse ever since. Malcolm was a good brother but Anna knew he was never going to promote her through the business. Living and working together was their first mistake. Whenever they got home it was, "Mr Client said this and Mrs Client did that...the profits this month are good, the stock levels today look low. That new paper clip dispenser is a wondrous creation don't you think?" Annabel did not think; hence the little flat on her own and major lack of income.
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The taxi pulled up at the curb and honked away as Anna did a final check in the mirror; beige suit finished carefully with a silk scarf. Check. CV in 'Malc-Enterprise' zippy wallet. Check. P45. Check. Bank details. Check. Brown shoes, make up, handbag. Check, check, check. Everything was in place. She took a deep breath and was out of the door.
The driver asked far too many questions along the way and by the time she got to the office she was a nervous wreck. Her 'chickening out' was cut extremely short as king size blobs of rain splodged onto her hair and down her suit rendering her the office wet dog before she even began.
"Hi I'm Lizzi, you must be Annabel Gibbons?" It was 'over-friendly' from the phone call.
"Er, Hello, yes, hi." Anna stumbled with as she followed Lizzi into what seemed like the lift of doom.
"I'll just give you a quick tour of the 8th floor, which is where you'll be based. All our out of hours work is on the 8th Floor. It's a small office but we only ever need two people in so it's ideal." The lift announced, "8th floor" in a half demonic, half bored-shitless-of-being-demonic-tone.
