Position Interview

Shredded breakaway suit and shirt in hand, I looked around for the trash bin. Then I remembered that Eddie had told me not to leave anything like that behind either. Of course he was right. I stuffed them in the small duffel after taking out my jeans, T-shirt, and bikini briefs. An entirely different, completely casual look. I checked my face in the mirror to make sure nothing needed to be cleaned off and saw that my hands were trembling. I felt so numb that I hadn’t known they were.

Out on the sidewalk, I looked up the side of the high rise, trying to pick out the window of the office where I’d been. I couldn’t. I don’t remember having looked out of the window of the office to get my bearings.

I laughed then, relieved by “mission accomplished.”

Eddie had told me that these were good jobs and that they paid more because of the kinkiness of them. Other than the gun being pulled on me and stuck in my mouth, I had found it all very interesting and arousing.