Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Just before she crossed the threshold of Mr. Amir's office, Sadie took a deep, silent breath and hoped that it would help to soothe her nerves instead, it seemed to ignite them. The soft, timid click of her heels on the floor revealed the nervousness she tried to hide. Her first day on the job. What was he expecting of her? Was she going to start her... Training? She felt like prey as Amir gazed at her with those dark, predatory eyes. Did he like what he saw? Did she look the part? Would Giovanni like it too? Sadie smiled nervously, taking his outstretched hand, his skin vibrant and rich in comparison to her own cream complexion. Pleasant enough, she answered vaguely, and willed her pulse to calm as he confidently led her to the chair she supposed she should sit in. The leather smelled delicious, unearthing memories of her formally extravagant lifestyle. She wouldn't trade being a mother to Evie for all the money in the world, but a part of her missed it. If this went well, she wouldn't have to miss it anymore. She smoothed her hands neatly over the tight skirt and looked back at him, unsure if she should begin to speak, or wait for instruction. I don't... I don't have a place to park it, she admitted, and hoped that it wouldn't give too much away about where she lived. Who knew what resources the man had at his disposal, but she would cling to her sense of privacy as tightly as she possibly could. It was very gracious of you to offer. Maybe if I-- if I move... She could tell that he was no longer listening to her, and promptly he dropped the pretense. A mess ? she repeated, but he seemed not to hear her. He was already on the move, slinking to the back of the room, panther-like, and revealing a hidden room with box upon box of what she could only suspect was clothing. His next request drove a cold chill down her spine. Undress? Here? Now? The blinds of Amir's office were open, though they were high enough up that it hardly mattered, and one of the walls was made of frosted glass. She was supposed to strip here, in front of everyone? Yet just days ago, she was auditioning to do exactly that. Amir, for his part, looked at her expectantly. It's just part of the job. She brought a shaking hand to her throat, slowly taking the silk ends of the now and pulling them taut, so that it came undone. Her eyes didn't leave Amir's. Is he expecting us to...? She couldn't imagine having sex in the office, with no real sense of privacy. Maybe he had another hidden room just for that. She inhaled slowly as her fingers traveled down the front of her blouse, taking time with each fiddly little button and revealing the shell-pink bra she wore beneath it. Was that unacceptable too? Should she...? She decided to keep it on until she was told otherwise. She reached the last button, her chest heaving as she tried to appear cool, collected... He wouldn't intimidate her. Not unless she let him. Then she folded the blouse and laid it onto his desk. She cleared her throat quietly, then reached for the side zipper of her skirt, sliding it down the swell of her hips as she eased it down her long legs. Beneath, she wore a matching garter belt and panties, and stockings held up by clasps, all Madison's suggestion. Fuck Madison. She seemed to have gotten it all wrong. She forced herself to stand up straight, her curled hair falling over her breasts. She folded the skirt and laid it flat over the blouse, waiting for further instruction. Mr. Amir, will we be... um... Practicing, for Mr. Giovanni today?