She would get on my case every time shecould. Any small mistake would be blown up out of all proportion. Worstof all she somehow knew that I had got t...e job through the old boysnetwork and that seemed to wind her up even more. Frankly, I was anervous wreck when she was around and I was planning to get a new jobas soon as I could.Over the following days I would go back to the quiz and look at thegirls whenever I got the chance. One evening I was working late and waslooking yet again at the girls. .. At one time I wanted to be a photographer -- but I don't even own a camera." You should buy one." No ... it's part of a life I left behind." She ate more shrimp and some chicken. "What exactly is your line of work?" she asked."I'm a hired gun." She looked up at me, eyes wide. "Businesses call me in when they're in trouble. Deep trouble. My current assignment is to save a company that's in very deep trouble indeed, and I'm not sure even I can save it." I swigged some beer. "In some circles. “Yes, and the first thing you need is a good bra!”Out of her drawer she chose a well padded bra and while she helped me into it, she squealed and giggled at my awkwardness with all its infernal straps!Then she went to her wardrobe and chose an elaborate dress; “Lets just see how you look in this!”She expertly pulled it on over my head and straitened it out, the went behind to fasten a zip.She stepped back to view me.“Wow! You look amazing Jack – it’s so sexy! Take a look in the mirror!”I did so. The balls of my feet also began to ache shortly. I teetered slightly as I maneuvered down the hall and downstairs. I found Chloe waiting with Mistress, a broad smile on her elfin face. ‘About bloody time!’ teased Chloe, giving me a good morning kiss on the cheek. Whatever scent she was wearing was intoxicating. Not quite floral, and not quite spicy. Somehow the odor was something in between, an olfactory siren song that seemed to call out to me to seek out the places on Chloe’s skin where she.