The sun was slowly rising on another glorious Los Angeles day, breaking through the balcony doors spreading light throughout the penthouse apartment. Stevie lay there wrapped in the bed sheet, a glow on her face the likes of which she had never seen before.
The last month had been an absolute rollercoaster taking her life from that of a normal 22 year old living in her dreary one room apartment to laying in a huge queen size bed, wrapped in expensive sheets, on luxurious pillows waking up to the crashing waves of the pacific ocean. If someone had walked in and told her she was actually still asleep and this was all a dream, she would have believed them.
This wasn't a dream though; it was very much real but to understand how Stevie had found herself in such a luxurious bed we have to go back, back to that day in June when this rollercoaster had begun.
June 14th
Stevie looked over at her phone as the alarm went off for the third time, hating the noise that blared out of it more than anything in the world at that moment. Reaching over grabbing it, she switched off the alarm, sighing in frustration seeing the time, 7.45, knowing she had no choice but to get up if she didn't want to be late for work, again.
This daily ritual of hating her alarm clock and fighting to get out of bed; wasn't due to how comfy in bed she was or how cosy she was, far from it. It had been another hot and humid Los Angeles summer evening; she lay there in her nightdress, her long dirty blonde hair a sweaty mess, heavy eyes due to her lack of sleep. No the reason for this ritual was her hatred of her job.
When she turned 18 and made the decision to move to Los Angeles to start out on her own, her reason for choosing LA wasn't like all the other starlets, she had no desire to be famous. Stevie was the girl in the group who would stay in the background, allowing for her more flamboyant and vocal girlfriends to hog the limelight, just as she liked it and living in LA certainly helped with that, 90% of the girls that lived there wanted the limelight, allowing Stevie to sit in the shadows.
Even with her desire to stay out of the limelight, Stevie didn't exactly want to move to LA and work in the dullest temp job that had ever existed but that's exactly what she did. She worked for a firm that specialised in finding extras for movies, which doesn't sound so bad but her job wasn't finding the extras or engaging with the movies that needed them, her job was to ensure the hundreds of extras they supplied were paid correctly and dealing with the inevitable challenges about how much they were paid. Stevie hated it, but it paid well, was an honest living and allowed her to enjoy her weekends.
Finally, after another five minutes of lying in bed thinking of reasons why she shouldn't go to work, she crawled out of bed and into the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair as she looked at the matted mess the hot summer night had left her with. Grabbing her toothbrush and starting to brush her teeth she looked herself up and down trying to make the decision whether she needed to get a shower.
Stevie was fortunate in that she had naturally good skin, she wasn't the kind of girl that needed to spend an hour in the mirror applying make-up, she had light sun-kissed skin, with freckles on her cheeks but not too many, just enough to look as if she had applied them herself. This coupled with her 32c breasts, meant she was able to get away without too much effort because guys just tended to ogle her breasts anyway.
This thought process along with the fact she just worked in an office had made her mind up, today was going to be an au natural kind of day, so she grabbed some clean panties and a bra from her draws, sliding her nightdress off, observing herself in the mirror once more before sliding her underwear on, the bra hugging her breasts tightly pushing them in slightly as she grimaced, thinking to herself she really needed to go and get resized for her underwear and buy some new ones.
Glancing out the window into the busy street as she considered what clothes to wear, as if she needed to check the weather knowing it was going to be ferociously hot and sunny like every day in LA. She grabbed some denim shorts hesitating for a moment as she considered the last time she had wore them they had hugged her ass tighter than she remembered but had put it down to them shrinking in the wash not the real truth that her ass had grown a little plumper over the last six months.
Stepping into her shorts and then pulling her favourite white Converse on, she then pulled a white t-shirt from her closet with a huge yellow smiley face on, the have a nice day kind. Checking herself in the mirror once more as she started to put things into her handbag, she didn't exactly look glamorous but working in a dreary office did have one perk, it allowed her to dress like this every day.
Little did Stevie know that today was going to be far from a normal day and her choice of t-shirt could come back to haunt her.
Having survived the daily commute, putting up with the glances at her breasts due to her t-shirt hugging her breasts and the eyes travelling down her figure to her shapely thighs on display in her shorts, she'd grabbed herself a coffee, enjoyed a flirt with the barista and made it to her desk all before 9am, as far as Monday's going, this was a successful start to the week.
She had barely sat down and pressed the power up button on her computer when her boss, Tom walked into the office. Tom was a good boss to be fair, helped by the fact he was nice to look at. Just turned 40 Tom was one of those guys who had tried to follow Brad Pitt moving to LA with the hope of getting picked up and becoming famous, he certainly had the looks for it. That chiselled jaw, deep brown eyes that Stevie had got lost in several times, a killer smile and a body that had taken countless hours in the gym to obtain, Stevie knew because it was all Tom spoke about and was one of the only things she didn't like about him, she'd never been the gym going type.
