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My thoughts at that time were to just stand there and watch this telepathically, but I could not bring myself to do otherwise. Even though the apartment had fancy lights and special lighting, I could still see clearly, without any façade, her sinister intentions. When we arrived, she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I bent slightly to get my coat and undid it, leaving me standing awkwardly, with my coat around my shoulders, a gap that exposed my tight shirt and dark bra. She commanded me to undress. I hesitated, unsure what this would mean. My dress was tight around my waist and my bra almost gave away my curvaceous body. Without further hesitation, I removed my blouse. She said, "Turn around. Put your hands behind your neck." I bowed my head and quickly reached behind me. She did not suggest a last minute stop. I could hear her smile, her gentle tones, her mild, if a bit clinical. I turned my head to look at her, then realized what she was saying. That amiable smile made my flesh tingle. I was very aware of my exposed back.

I almost drew my own skirt in one smooth movement. My hands behind my neck, I slid to my knees and very slowly slipped down the inside of my skirt. I almost lurched to my full height at the slight discomfort this caused. She stopped, allowing me to regain my composure. She suggested a next stop, a first stop. A second stop, a third and finally a last stop, a dress and a high heel. I was absolutely certain this was the correct order. I had arrived at the Hotel on the morrow yesterday. This would be the last day of work for the next week. If this came last minute, she would be displeased. The conversation went something like this: "Say hi to Suzette." "Hi, Suzette. I'm… well, Suzette. I'm a thirty-three year old software engineer. Have you seen my profile on the job ad?" "No. Suzette, I… I… I guess." "I like to wear a little dress when I make projects..