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When Em woke the next morning, Sabrina was already gone. She went into the bathroom and found a note scrawled in red lipstick across the mirror:

Holy fucking shit, last night was awesome!!Signed with a red lipstick kiss.

Emily laughed as she was quite smitten with her new self.

She strutted into the office, reeking of self-confidence. At one point, one of her bosses gave her a task to do that another had already asked her to complete the week prior. She took them both into the conference room to share how disappointed she was with them and their lack of communication. After professionally reading them the riot act, they promoted her to a lead position informing her all work for the team would now go through her to avoid wasting time and duplicating efforts. They bantered back and forth about the salary she wanted, only to succumb to her request and in the end as she left the meeting with her head held high.

Her co-workers were so proud of her that they took her to lunch. Upon their return, they found an email in their inboxes confirming what Emily had already shared with them. The giggles and high fives were rolling, but Emily’s cell phone was vibrating like mad. When she was finally able to check it, she had five messages from Sabrina thanking her again for last night and warning her she is the belle of the ball at Internal Salvation. She didn’t know what that meant until she opened her personal email. Twenty-three messages from the Internal Salvation site admin – WTF!

Dearest Emily,

We are in receipt of your evaluation for Jackson Farley and are very impressed. That, tied to the stellar recommendation we just received from one of our founding members, Ms Sabrina James, which is what prompted this email.

Your services as a Mistress are needed for the well-being of our private community. Therefore, we would like to discuss an opportunity we have with you. You will, of course, be greatly compensated for your services.

Internal Salvation has some “bad boys” that need to be tamed. They’re known to be a bit aggressive, but we would like your professional opinion on each. We’re forwarding their portfolios in separate emails and graciously await your reply.

We look forward to hearing from you!

Sharice Palmer

Admin, Internal Salvation

Emily tossed her phone in her purse and returned to her workload, deciding to tackle the IS emails later at home. Needless to say, with all the folks coming by to congratulate her on her promotion, she didn’t get much work done. At about seven, she called it a day and dragged her tired, but happy, ass home.

After placing her keys in the bowl on the table next to the door, she kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the couch. Her mind was racing with policies and procedures she wanted to implement but would need her bosses’ approval on. So she changed and decided to sit at the computer to compose a document outlining them with the pros and cons listed beside each. When she went to email it to herself at work, the IS emails popped up. She growled,paybacks a bitch Sabrina!And decided to shoot her smart-assed friend a text.

Emily: WTF did you do to me?

Sabrina: I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about ;)

Emily: Don’t you winky face me, sister!

Sabrina: Look, you impressed the shit out of me last night. Just take a look and try one. If you don’t like it don’t do anymore.

As much as she hated to admit it, Sabrina was right. What would it hurt? She scrolled through the emails to see if she recognized any of the names: Joel Calvo, Bruce Mitchell, Dean Portalos, Tyler Bryce, Hunter Scott, Michael Drezden, Lance Tucker, and the list went on and on. She reclined in her desk chair, overwhelmed and confused. This was going to take a lot of time to complete and she was fairly certain when one was done, ten more would show up. Would it ever end?

Emily decided to start with the first one, so she printed out Joel’s profile and picked Friday night to stalk him. That way the work week would be out of the way and she wouldn’t be pressed to get home early. She packed up her duffle bag with some of the toys from her treasure chest but wasn’t completely satisfied with her selection. Since the computer was still on, she visited her favorite adult toy store and purchased some new things.

Friday came and dragged ass. Emily wasn’t sure if it was because she was going out or if Father Time was working against her, but either way, she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. At five, her happy ass was loaded up and out the door. When she got home, she found the package of new toys sitting on the doorstep. Once inside, she went to her closet, already knowing what enticing outfit she’d be wearing tonight. She donned her black bustier, black, crotch-less panties, black nylons and garter belt then covered it up with a short black lace dress and six-inch black stilettos. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw — a force to be reckoned with.

She drove to the first bar on the list of places he frequented and noticed it was in the lobby of a hotel.Shrewd little fucker.This stallion’s going to be fun to break. Emily walked into the bar, casually scanning the room but he was nowhere in sight. She grabbed a seat at the bar facing the door and ordered a cosmo. When she went to order the second one, he walked in.

He scanned the room and you could tell by the look in his eye he was ranking the female population one by one. Joel sat at the bar a few seats away from Emily and ordered a Guinness draft. She watched him, studied him as he spun around on his barstool perusing the evening's options.What a jackass.

As he finished his spiraling decent, he spotted Emily. Once their eyes locked, he made his move, grabbing his drink and slinking over to the seat beside her.

“Well, hello beautiful,” he said to her

“Hello handsome,” she flirted, seductively licking the sugar from the rim of her glass.

His pupils dilated as he honed in on her tongue. “So tell me, what’s a lovely lady like you doing, sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night?”

“There’s no one left to play with.” Emily pouted.

“Joel likes to play,” he said, invading her personal space.

Emily swirled her finger along the rim of the glass, sucking the remaining sugar from it. “What kinds of games does Joel like to play?”

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