Sometimes we roleplay, said Laura reluctantly.
What scenarios? asked Alistair. Laura could now see that his dick was rock-hard in his pants.
Schoolgirl and teacher, she said. “Police officer and criminal. Fantasy princess and warrior.” She paused. “Sometimes… rape stuff.”
You fantasise about being raped?
By girls. Sometimes.
Do you ever engage in BDSM?
Sometimes.
Alistair put his hand on Laura’s knee, and she flinched. “It’s okay, Laura, almost done. We just need this. To your knowledge, does anyone have any compromising photos of you, of your partner, or the two of you together?”
Laura thought of the photo she had emailed just yesterday. But she was damned if she was going to tell Alistair about that. “No,” she said.
Alistair released her knee. “Right, then! That’s all done! You can get on with your work. And remember to stop showing off those melons of yours, okay?”
Laura was still crying. “Can I have a moment to…”
No, Laura, we’re very busy today. Just get to your desk, okay?
Laura got to her feet unsteadily and left Alistair’s office. It was obvious to everyone that she was crying. She tried to look daggers of hate at Candy as she walked to her desk, but she wasn’t sure she got the point across through all the tears.
Working was hard; Laura was tempted to just go home sick for the day, but she was going to need to start making these payments to her blackmailer next week – she didn’t want to do anything to risk her employment. So she sat and she did her job, and tried to pretend that she hadn’t just been made to discuss her sexual history with her boss.
At lunch she went to the staff courtyard, where she met her only two friends at the Department. Taylor was a cute, thin blonde, a couple of years younger than Laura. She shared Laura’s love of anime, and was always eager to look at pictures of Laura’s newest figurines. By contrast, Michael was tall and broad shouldered, not too bright but good natured and friendly. Laura sat with the two of them as they ate sandwiches purchased from the cafeteria, and tried to forget her awful morning.
Neither of them knew Laura was gay. They were friends, but they were work friends, and Laura didn’t want that coming out at work. So she didn’t talk about her morning, or what Alistair had said to her, even though they could both tell that she was upset.
Spending time with them helped. Taylor’s cheerfulness and enthusiasm was contagious. As far as Michael went, teasing a boy a little always made Laura feel a bit better, even if this particular boy didn’t know that she was unavailable. She went carefully with Michael, limiting herself mostly to casual touches on his arms or legs as she spoke to him and a bit of flirty eye contact, but by the time lunch was over Michael was quite flustered and Laura felt much improved.
Are you sure you’re all right? asked Michael as they were putting their rubbish in the bin. He genuinely cared.
I’m fine, said Laura, doing her best fake smile.
Taylor came up behind her and gave her a hug. “We love you, you know?” the cute blonde said. “Let us know if there’s anything.” Taylor released Laura, and then bounced excitedly. “Oh, you said last week we could come and see your figurines. When can we do that?”
Laura thougth about her weeknights, now taken up with work at the clinic. “How about next weekend?” she said. “Saturday?”
Sounds great, said Michael.
After lunch the rest of the day was easier. Remembering she had friends made Laura feel less worried about the other recent developments in her life. She got through the long afternoon, and found herself facing the prospect of her second night working at the Mayim Clinic.
(To be continued…)
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