Hey, everyone! This story was a request from a reader. I hope you all enjoy it!
There are some non-con and futa elements in this story so if you don't like those, this is your warning.
Thanks!
firebird68
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"Welcome, Miss. Right this way."
Ella smiled at the valet who had opened the door to her limo and stepped out, careful to make sure her expensive and short dress didn't ride up and give anyone too good of a view. She walked past everyone in the long line outside of the club and went straight to the front. Eyes turned as she passed. Men gazed with lust, and women stared with envy. She ignored it all with a slight smile, fully aware of the effect she had on people.
"Ella." She said, smiling charmingly at the enormous bouncer guarding the front door. "I'm on the list."
"Of course, Miss Sanders!" he exclaimed, moving to the side to wave her through. "Please enjoy yourself."
"Oh, I'll try." She said, slyly.
People watched with jealousy and admiration as she was allowed to skip past the entire line that extended several blocks. It was the hottest club in the city, after all, so everyone was clambering to get in. Ella once again turned eyes inside the fancy and elaborate room. Hips swaying seductively, accented by her beautiful dress, she sashayed to the bar and took a seat. A bartender recognized her and immediately rushed over to take her order.
"May I get you a drink, Miss Sanders?" he asked.
"Martini, please." She answered, passing him a crisp hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change."
"Thank you, Miss. That's very kind of you."
He turned to begin making her drink. As she sat, primly, awaiting the alcohol, someone slid into the seat next to her. She glanced to the side and noticed it was John Johnson, the famous movie star.
"You must be Ella Sanders." He said, flashing his famous, winning smile at her. "I must say, you're even more beautiful than I've heard."
"I know." She confidently replied.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.
"I'm afraid you're too late." She said, as the bartender slid her martini across the bar.
"Ah, I see." He looked a bit disappointed. "Well, maybe you would like to join me for dinner sometime. Just the two of us."
"Hmm, sounds tempting." She teased. "Maybe next time we meet."
"Very well. And one more thing, Ella." He said, leaning down toward her. "Wake up."
"What?" she asked.
"WAKE UP!"
Ella snapped awake from her dream. Her alarm was blaring in her ear and daylight was streaming around her window blinds. She groaned and slapped the button on top of her alarm, finally cutting off the annoying beeping. She sat up and yawned, rubbing her eyes. Rats. She was really enjoying that dream. Unfortunately, she was not an ultra-famous socialite beauty that megastars were begging to take out to dinner. She was just single, twenty-two-year-old Ella. In her room, perpetually tired, eight thirty in the morning. Wait...eight thirty?! She was late for work!
Flinging her blankets off her and flying to the bathroom, Ella turned on the shower as she was brushing her teeth. 'Crap, crap, crap, crap...' went through her head as she rushed through her morning routine. It was the quickest shower she had ever taken, and she only had time to throw on some basic makeup and pin her hair back in a quick bun, as was required by office dress code.
Her clothes that she hurriedly threw on were also dress code compliant, a simple black business skirt with black stockings and a white dress shirt with a black blazer. Ella was still buttoning her shirt over her jiggling boobs as she raced out to her car. 'Please start!' she prayed, turning the key to her ancient Honda Civic which was older than she was. After a few tries, the rusted jalopy coughed and sputtered to life and she tore off at mach speed (45 miles per hour), weaving through traffic.
"Sorry!" she yelled behind her as an angry horn emitted from the driver she had just cut off. She really needed to get to work. This was her third time being late in only twelve weeks. She had just started working as a temp at an upscale law firm downtown. It had taken her months to even get a job coming out of college in this overly populated city and she could not afford to be fired already.
"Late again?" asked Gary, the kind old parking garage attendant as he checked her lot pass.
"Yeah, tell me about it." She grumbled.
"Don't worry, young lady." He smiled, handing her back her badge. "Life gets better."
"Yeah?" she asked. "I sure hope so."
Ella scraped the concrete pillar next to her parking spot as she hurriedly pulled in, but she didn't really care. Her old rust bucket was already covered in dents and dings. She power walked into the building as quick as she could manage on her high heels, passing the lobby security guard, Ben.
"Did that museum piece of yours break down or something?" he asked with a grin.
"Very funny." She snapped. "I overslept."
"That car's an embarrassment." He called after her, as the elevator doors shut and began to move.
"Yeah, yeah." She muttered.
Ella hoped that she could quietly sneak into the office without being noticed. The firm consisted of about a dozen women and they were all busy going over cases and buried in their work. She tiptoed towards her desk and sat down, feeling hopeful that she had succeeded. She had not.
"Very nice of you to join us, Miss Sanders."
Ella winced and turned around to find her boss, Jannette, standing at the entrance to her cubicle. She did not look happy. Her arms were crossed, and her high heel was tapping the ground impatiently.