Monday found Cassie back at the agency catching up on her messages, and day ended well with the echoes of her 'interviews' at Atherton lingering in her mind along with the waning tenderness in her sex.
"Hi Cassie," a voice hailed her and she looked up to see Lisa waiting by the elevator. "Busy day?" the woman queried with friendly smile.
Lisa was printing production coordinator and all the agency's campaigns passed through her hands. "Yup, looks like we might have lots more work for you soon." Cassie nodded. "I think you'll find this job pretty interesting," she finished with a chuckle.
"Is it the Bubbles Account?" Lisa asked as they stepped into the elevator.
Cassie nodded catching the sudden gleam of interest lighting the woman's pretty face and they chatted while the elevator carried them down to the front lobby. She saw Lisa every day and had found her friendly and very helpful. When they reached the street Cassie saw that Lisa's husband was waiting in the car by the curb and she vaguely remembered him from the last office Christmas party. He leaned out of the car window and waved at them.
"Would you like a lift home, Cassie?" Lisa volunteered. "We go right by your place."
"That would be very nice," Cassie smiled. "You remember Cassie don't you, Jeff?" Lisa asked.
"Sure do," the fellow responded warmly holding out his hand. Cassie gave it a quick shake as she settled beside him. In a moment Lisa had dropped into the seat beside her, and Cassie found her own diminutive stature sandwiched snugly between them.
He was a good-looking fellow of average height with an athletic body that spoke of regular hours in the gym. They were a well-matched couple, his dark tan complementing Lisa's blonde beauty, the pleasant scent of her perfume mingling with Jeff's cologne when the car sped out into the evening traffic.
Jeff leaned confidentially closer to Cassie. "You've made a real impression on Lisa," he grinned.
"On me?" Lisa grinned back. "What about you?"
"Thanks. I guess?" Cassie questioned, glancing uncertainly from one to the other. A sudden silence descended for a brief moment.
"Should I tell her?" Lisa said, a quick flush lighting her cheeks.
Jeff glanced across at them. "We've been talking about you, Cassie."
"Really? You hardly know me, Jeff."
"Well. Yes and no. We know more about you than you might think."
"Like what?" Cassie queried uneasily, a sudden suspense filling her.
"Well," Lisa interposed, "I know this guy who's a model. And you know him too, and he showed me some pics with you in them. In fact he gave them to me."
Cassie's mouth went dry and she looked sharply at Lisa as she gasped, "David...?" Lisa nodded. "Oh my God!" Cassie moaned.
"Don't worry," Lisa offered comfortingly. "You can have your pictures back."
"When?" Cassie sighed.
"Right now if you want them. We can stop at our place and get them."
"Yes," Cassie said firmly. "I want them."
"Hey girls," Jeff moaned. "You're taking the joy out of my life."
"Just how much joy do my pics add to your life?" Cassie stammered.
"Lots!" he returned emphatically.
Cassie shook her head helplessly. Heavens knows what David had given them. She could barely bring herself to contemplate the possibilities.
"It was a mistake," Lisa explained. "You see Jeff and I have a little business on the side. I do production work on erotic graphics for the porn market and David wanted me to print handouts of you and him for his portfolio. As soon as I saw your pics I told him that I wouldn't do it, but I didn't return the pics to him. So we've still got them."
"And you've been looking at them," Cassie finished unhappily.
"Yeah," Jeff put in. "You're gorgeous Cassie. You've got a real future in the porn business if you ever need it."
"If those pics ever get out I will need it," she sighed. "Do I have any secrets left?"
"You can tell us when you see them," Jeff chuckled. "You're secrets are safe with us," Lisa said firmly and patted Cassie's damp hand. "We don't kiss and tell."
"But I'm gonna miss those pics," Jeff muttered unhappily.
"Well you can just fantasize about them," Lisa replied. "I have a short memory."
"No you don't. You talk about Cassie all the time."
"I can imagine," Cassie groaned glancing over at him.
"No you can't," Lisa laughed.
Jeff shrugged. "Well a little bedroom fantasy doesn't hurt anything."
"He even talks about you when we have sex," Lisa exclaimed.