Sally had shown up for her job interview 25 minutes early. After signing in at the receptionist, she scanned the waiting room and chose a spot in a quiet corner to sit down and kill time. She settled in and fished her phone out of her purse, at once noticing a text from Sebastian. She had no intention of reading it, but the first line of the message was previewed before she could unlock her phone.
"It's not over between us... J'ai le coeur en flammes..."
Sally was instantly reminded of Sebastian's tendency for the poetic, if not the dramatic, owing to the fact he was an actor. She recalled their recent rendezvous, when he returned all the money he had "garnered" from their interactions. Sebastian had taken it for granted that this generous gesture would lure Sally back into his arms, that is, until she began suspecting he wanted her as a substitute for his mother. She slowly came to realize Sebastian had been fetishizing her, for she enabled him to simulate the desperate hope and feeling his beloved mother was still alive.
She disregarded the text and instead pulled up her emails. To her surprise, another prospective employer contacted her, this time an insurance firm that was interested in having her come in for an interview. She felt relieved, secure in the knowledge that if she bombed this morning, she'd at least have another employment option to consider.
Sally also received a message from an apartment manager, responding to her inquiry about a studio rental near Downtown. "Things are looking up," she thought, as she'd soon be able to ditch the boarding house and at last be allowed some well-needed and well-deserved privacy.
She put the phone away and decided to chill for the rest of the wait time. She would try to mentally gear up for the interview, taking slow deep breaths and instantly starting to feel more tranquil, if not lightheaded. Sally then looked up to observe her surroundings, scanning the room in front of her.
Throughout the ample space, polished tables were scattered about, no speck of dust on their shiny surfaces. On a big glass and marble table in the middle of the room, various magazines were spread out, and Sally noticed they were all high end, like "Town and Country" and "Tatler". Also, world travel, gourmet cuisine, and wine connoisseur publications, all current issues, had been laid out. Apparently, someone had taken the time to refresh them every month. Her mom and Nathalie would have been the types to buy such frivolous useless things, Sally remarked to herself.
On the waiting room's walls fashionable art pieces were expertly displayed in sleek chrome frames. The receptionist, too, was a sight of annoying perfection, a gorgeous blond who looked like a lingerie model, immaculately dressed in a designer dress suit.
In summary, everything in the room was done up to a modern decorator's standards. Instantly, BDSM and the similarly impeccable décor of his duplex snuck into Sally's thoughts. However, she just as quickly chased them out, for she needed a clear mind for when they called her in to interview.
As usual, however, Sally found it challenging to control the thoughts fleeting in and out of her cluttered mind. The logical side of her brain was always fighting it out with the stronger emotional side. And so, with extra minutes for her emotions to wander and run rampant, Sally recalled a crush from her university days.
"It's okay. I understand..." she said to the tall young man, as she looked down blankly at the floor. She had just been "diplomatically" yet definitely rejected by a nice, clean-cut, good-looking classmate she had been pining away for. Left feeling awkward and humiliated, she suddenly felt the urge to escape the situation, and so she ran out of the college library.
Back in her dorm room, she vowed, "Never go back to that library, you stupid girl. Don't force him to look at your unattractive face and body, as he'll just feel uncomfortable and guilty when he spots you again. Disappear from his life."
Sally then recalled a session with Dr. Allen as she was telling him about that hopeless university crush. "He'd never want me to suck his cock. I had to force myself not to do a thing to bother him again. It's because God wants things exactly like this, doctor."
Sally also remembered what she wanted to tell Dr. Allen after finding out Damian had abandoned her, "The next time I find myself attracted to a nice, handsome guy, I'll go straight to the dirty streets to suck a homeless man's throbbing cock. For some reason, a man in an alley looks at me with lust... he lets me know he'll welcome my mouth on his prick. My eyes will look so desperate to coax all the sperm out of him. I'll kneel down on the cold ground, look up into his eyes, and then feverishly suck, and suck to my heart's delight. I'll blow the poor bum fervently and voraciously, while I squeeze his balls to feel all his semen built up inside. His nuts will be dying to burst with all the teasing I'll be doing to them. And while I'm giving him the best head he's ever had, my pussy will heat up, get dripping wet, and be good and ready for his big stick."
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Sally felt the interview had gone well. The HR lady was welcoming, but at the same time forthcoming about what Sally's duties would be at their company. What's more, on her way out, Sally noticed a handsome young employee with nice eyes, in a wheelchair. Her eyes lit up instantly, and despite herself, she smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back in a friendly manner, and then resumed wheeling himself down the corridor, presumably towards the restroom.
At that point, Sally was hit with a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach, "God damned! He's handsome as fuck, and disabled, too! This must be my day... I'm a lucky bitch today!" She squealed in delightful speculation, "It's obvious he doesn't have working use of his legs, but I wonder if the dude can still get a woody? I should Google this topic when I get a chance..."
She caught hold of her thoughts, closed her gaping mouth, and pushed the button to take the elevator down to the lobby.
Riding down, she thought, "I wouldn't mind working at that place actually..."
Before heading home, Sally stopped by her nearest Target store to pick up some necessities: cotton balls, swabs, gauzes, antiseptic, and Neosporin. Within a few minutes, she was browsing the store's wide aisles, remembering she was also running low on underwear, and pantyhose too, come to think of it.
When she got home, Sally pulled out her phone to make a couple of calls, one to the insurance firm about the clerical position, and another to the building manager about the studio apartment. After securing two important appointments, she finally allowed herself to lie down and rest a bit.
Forgetting she had woken up unusually early that morning for the interview, she ended up dozing off seconds after she laid her head on the pillow. Her body had apparently been overdue for a long afternoon nap.
When she finally awoke, it was nearly 6pm, and, as if she had just returned from a long day's work, she felt she needed a good wash.
Freshly out of the shower, Sally got back to her room and slipped out of her bathrobe. She looked in her underwear drawer for clean panties, and again was reminded that they had indeed been dwindling. "That's real strange," she thought, looking up in the air. However, before her mind was allowed to process possible explanations for it, she remembered needing to head down to the laundry room to wash her newly purchased underthings.
She hastily grabbed a pair of what remained in her underwear drawer, threw on an old T-shirt and shorts, and slipped on some sandals. She then tossed the unopened pack of underwear into her laundry basket, along with some dirty clothes scattered about her bedroom floor. With the basket in her arms, Sally sprinted down to the basement, anxious to wash and break in her recently bought panties as she would any new clothing item.
She figured no one would be washing at this hour, as most of her fellow boarders were either in the kitchen eating dinner, or not even home yet.
"Shit!" Sally cursed abruptly under her breath. She had run into her new housemate again. She couldn't even remember his name.
