It was the morning of Chloe's interview at the company, and Jessica was excited.
She hadn't seen Chloe since that night at the club - after her encounter in the alleyway, she'd made her way back to her friend, and they danced a little more before leaving for the night. Jessica returned home, not even bothering to change, and she was no sooner in the door than she was pleasuring herself. When she woke up, it was little a giddy dream, and she was thrilled to know that it was all real - she
had
been that woman, and she was a little sad to be herself again.
Sunday had gone by uneventfully, Jessica staying at home and looking up those videos of Chloe on her computer. She'd put on the dress again, and made herself cum watching Chloe get fucked - she was imagining what it would be like if she was in her friend's place.
If
she
was getting fucked for money.
If
she
was the whore.
Monday brought its own excitement - Chloe would be coming to her house for the first time. She was thrilled, like there was some kind of forbidden barrier between their two worlds being broken.
She'd taken the day off to help prepare her friend - she knew that the job was essentially a guarantee, but there was no harm in being as professional as possible, just to be safe. Jessica wanted Chloe to make a good impression, and she had the skills to help her do so.
She'd got up early, eaten and gone for a light jog around the neighbourhood. She thought about sticking to workout clothes - if she was off today, there was no need to dress up - but she opted against it. She needed to prepare Chloe for the formality of the workplace, and so she needed to look the part too.
Jessica put on some grey plaid business trousers and a white blouse. If she were actually working, she'd probably have paired it with a matching grey blazer and some flat shoes, but there was no need for that at home.
She'd asked Chloe to get there with good time, so they could have a little snack and go through some interview questions, helping to get her in the zone. She remembered her friend's apprehension before the last job interview, and she wanted to help nip that in the bud before Chloe was anywhere near her office.
There was a knock at the door - that had to be Chloe. Jessica was inordinately excited when she anticipated her friend's arrival - she got up from the table and went to answer it.
"Jess," she immediately said, "I'm bricking it."
Jessica couldn't help but laugh - she pulled her friend in her a hug, and said: "You're going to be great, Chloe - don't you worry."
The HR manager released her friend, and let her inside.
Jessica sized up Chloe - her blonde hair was hanging loose and looking good, but the outfit definitely needed some work. She was wearing leather leggings, and a casual white T-shirt that hung off one of her shoulders. On her feet, some white trainers. It was a good look, and Jessica thought that Chloe (as always) pulled it off incredibly, but it was the kind of look that wouldn't work in her office.
They went into the living room - it was a sleek, stylish room, just like every other room in Jessica's house - and sat for a few minutes. They briefly caught up, Jessica providing some water for them both, and the HR manager couldn't help but think about the things that remained unsaid. She was listening to Chloe, nodding her head and smiling at her friend's comments and thoughts, but her mind was half elsewhere, picturing the events of the past few Friday nights and trying not to get too flustered as a result.
"What are you wearing to the interview, Chloe?" she asked.
"I thought this was alright?" the blonde girl smiled, a hint of confusion in her voice. "You've seen my wardrobe - I thought that smart-casual was probably the way to go, right?"
Jessica adopted a reassuring tone: "I'd love it, but it's not really the office, you understand?"
Chloe looked a little disheartened: "I don't really have anything else, Jess..."
It was a simple problem, and a simple solution. Jessica immediately leapt into the silence.
"I'm sure I can lend you something, Chloe," she got to her feet, "come on, let's go to my bedroom, and we'll find you an outfit."
The two women went upstairs.
"You'll have to splash out on some more formal clothes when you're working for my company," Jessica couldn't help but smile when she said that, "but I'll lend you something for today."
Jessica opened up her wardrobe, and she removed a simple but effective outfit - a slim black dress, knee-length and just plunging enough to not be inappropriate. The HR manager had worn it herself quite a lot, and it certainly had the effect of making her look both professional and alluring at the same time.
Turning heads, as Chloe had taught her.
She laid the dress gently on the bed, and selected a pair of modest black heels - a couple of inches, sitting in that finely-judged space between too little and too much.
"That's amazing," Chloe smiled. "Thank you so much!"
And then, the blonde started to undress, kicking off her shoes and discarding her clothes on the bed. She was so cavalier about it - there was no shame, no worry about Jessica seeing her body - it was a level of confidence that Jessica wished she possessed.
Chloe had thrown her top and her leather leggings on the bed, and she was down to her underwear - a well-worn bra, and another barely-there thong. Seeing Chloe in that state, a thought occurred to Jessica.
"Hold on a moment, Chloe," she said.
She opened her underwear drawer, and presented her friend with one of her best bra-and-pants set - black, understated, highly professional.
"Smart outfit, smart underwear," she said, echoing Chloe's words from that first meeting, "it all goes together."
Chloe took the underwear from Jessica. She stepped out of her thong, kicking it up onto the bed, and put on the smart pants in place. Already, she looked a different woman - Jessica couldn't help but notice how hot that back tattoo locked, poking out from her own sophisticated underwear.
It took a few moments, but soon Chloe was in the dress and the shoes, and looking every inch the businesswoman Jessica knew the interview panel would see.
Once Chloe was dressed, the two women headed downstairs. Jessica gave Chloe a fruit bar and some water ('no coffee before an interview', she'd said), and then the two of them practised interview questions. The HR manager gave her friend so much advice, so many tips - she was thrilled to share the benefit of her experience with Chloe.
Eventually, there was a knock at the door.
"That'll be your taxi, Chloe - I arranged for you to arrive in style. You go in there, and you blow them away. I can just feel it already, Chloe - that job's going to be yours. Let me know when you're done, and we can go out for a nice dinner to celebrate, okay?"
Chloe couldn't help but smile, a warm and appreciative smile.
"Thank you so much, Jess - you don't know how much this means to me."
She gave her friend a hug, and then she disappeared from the house, leaving Jessica alone to wait.
Jessica didn't really have that much planned for the time being. She had some work to look at, and a selection of emails and paperwork all marked 'urgent' on her desk, but she wasn't particularly in the mood for it. Today, she'd decided, was Chloe's day, and there was nothing there that couldn't wait until tomorrow.
She paced the house, and then made her way upstairs - somehow, it seemed the right thing to do.
Jessica walked into her bedroom, and she saw Chloe's clothes still laid out on the bed, where her friend had casually discarded them. A thought hit her, memories of that day wearing Chloe's clothes around the city flooding back into her mind.
She looked over the outfit - the discarded white top and the leather leggings. It was a cute look, it really was. And the underwear, barely underwear, sitting next to it.
