"Oh, Stephen?"

"Yes, love?" He answered, not looking up.

"I think it"s time I gave you that reward from earlier," she replied in a throaty voice.

Stephen turned around, and his jaw almost dropped to the floor in amazement. Grace had changed outfits rather spontaneously, and this new one gave him a surge of l.u.s.t.

She now looked like she was ready to go to work a day in a white collar office, but Stephen wasn"t sure which office would allow her to get away with something this s.e.xy. Her hair, which had been free and loosely flowing before, was now pulled back tight, and clipped in the back. She a.s.sumed a pair of gla.s.ses, which were riding just slightly further down her nose, giving her a very seductive look.

Grace wore a dark black blazer that covered up her torso and was b.u.t.toned once in the front. That poor b.u.t.ton, thought Stephen, as it struggled to contain Grace"s impressive chest. He could see underneath she was wearing a pink blouse with a very plunging neckline, enough to make his eyes bulge at the sight of her exposed skin.

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Reaching her waist, she was wearing an extremely short black skirt. It was the type she would have trouble bending over, yet alone sitting down, without giving unintentional flashes to anyone who looked. Just when she turned the right away, Stephen caught a glimpse of something pink underneath before she s.h.i.+fted back into position.

Her long legs, always one of his favorite attributes on her, was capped in black lace stockings. The lace, intricately designed to go just above her knee, gave way to the rest of the material as his eyes made their way down, finally coming upon an arousing pair of three inch heels.

Grace looked like she was either ready to take on a board of directors, or f.u.c.k him senseless. He prayed it was the later.

"I"m here for the job interview, Mr. Willow," Grace smiled shyly, making casual steps towards him with an outstretched hand.

"Er.. job interview?" Stephen asked, looking around his shabby bedroom. The settings didn"t quite fit her attire or roleplay.

Until... the next time Stephen blinked, and suddenly, before his eyes, his room had been transformed. Instead of sitting at his desk, he was looking around a small office. In front of him was a moderately done office desk, containing a computer, calendar, and several notebooks. The chair he had been sitting on, always a rather ragged old office chair, had been transformed into cool leather, more comfortable, and easily swivel-able.


Stephen tested out the chair, looking behind him to see the an incredibly large window. Stephen had never been to a really big city, but it was like they were transported to one. The entire wall was part of the window, and looking out, he could tell they were really high up, in an immensely large city. He could see nothing but skysc.r.a.pers upon the horizon. They were so far up that even the people on the very streets below looked no larger than common household insects.

He even looked down at himself. Whereas before, he had just been wearing casual attire from their trip to the store, he was now decked out in a white collared s.h.i.+rt, completely b.u.t.toned up in the professional manner, with a tailored pair of black slacks. He looked like he belonged in an office environment now.

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