The excitement level continued to grow for Sarah. All she wanted was to begin this story. It was like she was a kid again waiting for Santa to put presents under her tree. Only this time she would be buying her own presents, making her very own future. She knew that this was going to the story to make her. It had to be good; it needed to something to draw them, the readers, back again. She sat there at her desk and sighed, her fingers running through her hair as she heard someone behind her.
"Uh, um Mr. James, what can I do for you?"
"I just want to make sure that you can handle this story. That you are aware that it will test you, test you dedication to your craft. You'll be pushed to your very limits I'm sure young Sarah. You understand this?"
Sarah sat there watching sit on the corner of her desk. His expensive suit fit his body so perfectly. He had wonderful taste, it always showed in the things he said. Her fingers kept fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She was thinking about his words. She would respond quickly, she wanted him to know she was thinking it over, taking in everything he told her.
"Mr. James, I'm aware that this will test me. That I will have to pull myself up and use everything I know to get through. I'll take this chance and turn into something that will be only the beginning. I may be young but I learn quickly and do not scare easily."
Mr. James nodded and accepted her answer. He was looking her over, judging her body, taking in every inch of her. It made a chill run over her skin. It sparked something inside her body. Made her wonder exactly what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Was it just a one sided attraction. Sarah's head swam with ideas, questions left unanswered when he stood up and left her without further words.
She decided then it was a good time for lunch. Heading to the coffee shop around the corner she ordered and sat by herself thinking about the shopping she would do, what she would buy, what would right for that club. She really had no clue what kind of clothes to wear to such a place. Sarah had always been on the normal side of the world, she knew another existed but never stepped into it. Now she would be immersing herself. She decided once she got back to work she'd surf the net, try and find out what she could about what would be expected in one of these clubs.
The rest of the day past in has as she found various sights describing different types of clubs. Some were swinger clubs; others had various rooms designed for different avenues of pleasure. Sarah had been amazed at the variety some offered. She was amazed at it all, truth be told she was even turned on by the idea. Her mind reeled with thoughts about what Mr. James and she would be doing to make their story seem legit.
Leaving the office she went home to change, work clothes were not something she loved wearing. She liked being comfortable, even a little daring with some outfits. Sarah found a jean skirt and a pink tank to wear. She called up Kelly to make sure she would be ready and then putting on her black heels left the house. Once she arrived at Kelly's she wanted to get her opinion on where to shop. Kelly was attuned to that kind of look, those kinds of close. Sarah even guessed she may have been to one if not more of these clubs.
"So what do I wear?" she asked.
"Girl, it's not that big a deal. You can wear pretty much anything. I know your look and anything you have would work but I also know you love shopping. There is this new place at the mall, has some stuff that may work for your night out. Plus the lingerie store is there, got to buy some new stuff."
"I just love how your mind works," Sarah thought.
Off they went, Sarah's mind thinking about what would be happening the next night. She would be spending time of hours with her boss. She would be fulfilling a dream to write an amazing story but she'd also be pretending to have a relationship of some sort with a man she found so damn attractive.
He had actually been the source of several fantasies. She could always rely on those when she was in the darkness or her room, or in the shower. In any case the man did some for Sarah, his authority, his mystery, the respect he demanded, it all made him that much more attractive to her. Kelly had listened to her ranting about him several times and was for once glad that her friend would be getting some, it had been too long.
