Thread: Working Hard or Hardly Working (Kassy & Bevatoria)

Kassandra Paine stood on the street staring upward at the large skyscraper in front of her. She was dressed in her least provocative outfit, which wasnt saying much, because her business professional outfit consisted of a smart grey blazer, black pencil skirt, white thigh high stockings and black raised pumps.. Unfortunately shed hemmed the skirt far shorter than it should be months ago and the blouse she wore under her blazer was so low cut that most of her considerable cleavage was on display.. The majority of the rest of her wardrobe back at home consisted of club clothes that were only a shade off of what your typical high end hookers wore. She felt slightly ashamed, which was a new feeling for her, but it was the best she had to offer, maybe a shopping trip after her first paycheck might resolve this dilemma, but until then she was just going to have to make due. Today was her first day of her first job, at her fathers company nonetheless. Paine Electronics was a big player in the software development field and although she had little experience in it, she was bound and determined to make a go at this. She had a lot to make up for after all her father had done for her, and she was bound and determined to finally get her life in order. Today was going to be a fresh start, a time to put all the craziness that had got her kicked out of college in the first place,finally behind her. The therapy her father had paid for had done a lot to get her head straightened out. The exercises and mantras her Doctor had taught her were helping a great deal with contending with the irresponsible, and wreckless inner voice that had haunted her since shed gone through puberty. Shed learned that sex addiction wasnt a shameful perversion, but a treatable disease and through attending meetings and constantly reminding yourself that other people werent just objects to use for pleasure but actual humans with thoughts and feelings of their own you could learn to function in normal society again. She walked in, confidence showing in posture, and made it all the way to the elevator, even managing to press the 11th floor button before her confidence broke. A bike messenger who was signing in at the front security desk broke into a run and managed to catch the elevators doors before they could shut. They reopened and the cute, bearded, obviously undereducated hipster covered with tattooes, slipped in next to her and she sighed in frustration. Her mind swam and her pelvis tingled, as soon as her nose caught drift of the musk coming off her sweaty disgusting form. FUCK HIM! Fuck him now, walk over and hit the stop button and pull your pussy out and lick your lips. He wont ask questions, hell just walk over and fuck you with his fingers long enough for his dick to get hard and then hell pound you hard! That bad voice yelled inside Kassys head. NO! She yelped aloud, drawing attention from the young man and blushing. Wha? You say something? He asked, reaching up and pulling the now obvious white earbud out of his ear, heavy metal music echoed inside the elevator. No sorry She whispered, barely able to contain the whimper of pleasure in her voice and gave a nervous smile. Hes somebodys son, not just a hunk of meat That was the new voice, the one therapy had instilled in her. But that voice was still small and sounded weak and that made Kassy worry. Kassy steadied herself and soon her floor arrived she stepped out and walked toward the reception desk. Hi Im Kassy Paine, Today is my first day. She said with a polite smile.