"Welcome back, Laken. Glad to see you've returned." Corinne opens her front door with a smile, looking me up and down and studying me.
"Of course. You thought I wouldn't be back?"
"I suppose not, but you never know." She shrugs.
Today she's wearing a knee-length dress the texture of a nightgown or a slip. I guess it's one you could get away with wearing in public, except she's not wearing a bra. This brings me a small wave of arousal. I shake it off and step inside.
"What's on the agenda today?" I ask.
"Well, yesterday was a good ice breaker. I woke up feeling positive. Thank you for that. We can get down to business and get you set up for your other work. Follow me."
We walk into her office again and I see that it's rearranged. Her desk was sitting in the middle of the room yesterday and now is against the left wall, facing the middle. A guest chair still sits in front of her desk. A new desk is set up on the right wall, also facing the middle of the room.
"This will be your workspace," she says, motioning towards the desk to the right. There is no chair in front of my desk.
"Wow," I say.
"You should decorate it how you want. I thought about putting up a partition to give you privacy, but I'd like to be able to communicate with you for the time being."
"Thanks, Corinne."
"Now, come sit with me and we'll talk about today's research assignment." I sit across from her at her desk and she slides me a notebook. "Take notes if you feel so inclined to do so."
I open it and look up to make eye contact and listen. Her eyes are dark green. She doesn't wear eyeliner today and I notice how a few faint freckles dot her cheeks.
"You're so attentive," she notes. "You're really something, aren't you?" Corinne raises her eyebrows.
"I... " I trail off. I'm unsure how to answer her. She puts a hand up to pause my response.
"Just speculation on my part. No need to answer, dear. The first topic I want you to look into for me is a certified urban agriculturist. I want you to find out the duties and what all this title entails. Also, please tell me what the education involves. I love plants, and I know I mentioned we might do gardening sometime - how does that sound?
"That sounds great. I've been adding to my houseplant collection here lately also."
"Good, good. Actually, go ahead and water all of the indoor plants. You know your way around now. The pitcher is on the kitchen counter."
"Yes ma'am."
She sits back down at her desk and I head to the kitchen, feeling nervous. I feel like she's always testing me, but like I'm passing. And I just can't help but think about sex. She really astonished me yesterday. I never thought I wouldn't be with a woman, but I never thought I'd actually crave it. If anything, I know another woman is good for sex, but Corinne is just captivating. She's hot and sexy and she doesn't even try too hard. She seems smart and I want to have conversations with her and know what's on her mind, too.
When I make it to her room, I find one plant sitting on a small table near the window. Pothos. I can hear her typing at her desk. I look over to the closet where the toys are. The door is open... So I walk over just to take a peek. Other than the wand, I see a small bullet, a large dildo with a suction cup at the end, and... a double-ended dildo? There is also a strap on (oh em gee), a paddle, handcuffs (holy crap), and what looks like a sex swing.
I wonder if she has been laid since her husband died. Of course she has. Right?
I head back to the office, feeling hornier now.
"Did you get them all?"
"Yes, ma'am. I think so," I say.
"Find the one in my bathroom?"
"Oh crap. No." I turn to go back. She stops me.
"Laken, don't worry about it. And your pants today - they look great." I turn around and she's smiling kindly.
"Thank you, Corinne." I feel myself blushing. "Your dress is great too."
"Ohhh, honey." She almost moans the words. "Thank you, but you're driving me wild already. You haven't even been here for an hour yet. I guess yesterday left me wanting more, but there's just something about you and I adore it."
"Well, what do you think it is?" I probe.
She's standing now, barefoot as usual. She walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder to guide me back to the chair in front of her desk.
"Maybe we need a chair at your desk too, so I can sit in front of you." She pauses as if she's pondering, then she says, "I think some of what it is, is how eager you are to please. But not in a pathetic way - you are still strong in your personality. You're just being coy with me because this is a job, and that's what employees do."
She's standing over me, still with her hand on my shoulder. She's looking down at me, studying me again.