Page 88 of Fun Together
But what if it’s good?
When I don’t say anything immediately, he says, “I can hear you thinking. Don’t let it stress you out. We don’t have to do anything.” And I know he means it. He would never make me feel bad for not wanting to do this.
“Let’s try it,” I say before I can take it back. “If we start feeling weird, we’ll stop.”
“That sounds good.” He clears his throat, and in a faux professional voice says, “So, Faye. Tell me about yourself.”
Here goes nothing. I set my jam jar wine glass down on the edge of the tub and reach for my body wash. “For the last five years I have been working at Millionfish Enterprises, first as an intern, then as an executive assistant for the Vice President of Marketing.” I see that my loofah is just out of reach.
“Why does it sound like you’re drowning?”
“My loofah is hanging on the thingy I have on my shower head, and I’m trying to reach it without getting out of the water.” It’s impossible, but I refuse to stand up.
“Guess you’ll just have to use your hands.” The way he says this is so sultry, my toes curl in anticipation.
“Guess so. Anyway . . .” I squirt some body wash into my hand and start to wash my shoulders. “That was my first job out of college, so I’m excited to pursue other opportunities and grow my skill set.”
“What are some tasks you’ve enjoyed in your current role?” I hear him get into the water, sighing before he asks, “And what part of your body are you washing right now?”
Oh my god,it’s starting.
“Most of my tasks have been administrative, but I’ve found that I really enjoy reporting and putting presentations together.” I take another sip of wine, careful not to let it slip out of my sudsy hands. “And I’m washing my shoulders and arms.”
Was that how I was supposed to answer that? Shoulders and arms don’t exactly exude sensuality. I have no idea how any of this is supposed to work, so I guess I’ll just follow his lead.
“Can you tell me about a recent project you've worked on and then continue to walk me through the rest of the steps of your bath routine as well, please.”
“Last week, I was able to pull our quarterly marketing metrics and represent them graphically using a software I hadn’t used before. I really enjoy trying new things.” I lather my hands up some more. “Next, I’m going to wash my neck and chest.”
“I can tell you enjoy your work by the passionate way you speak about it.”
He’s giving me nothing, here.Maybe he’s waiting for me to ramp things up?
“Absolutely. I find it extremely . . . stimulating?” I hold my breath, waiting for confirmation from him that I am doing this correctly, but again he gives me nothing. What is he waiting for? “Now, I’m running my soapy hands over my breasts, taking them down to my stomach . . .”
I think I hear a very low muttered “fuck” before he says, “What specifically are you looking for in a new role?”
“I’d like something more challenging, since I’ve felt a bit stagnant lately. I’d love to be in a position where I’m given expertguidanceon how to best achieve my career goals.” I hope that he takes the hint that I’d like him to tell me what to do next.
“I understand that. It’s always great to feel that you’re growing and expanding your skill set. Might I suggest lifting one leg and resting it on the side of the tub?”
“Okay . . .”
“Now, I’d like you to wash the calf of that lifted leg. Once you’ve done that, slowly massage the soap over your knee and thigh.”
I do as he says. “My leg is getting cold. Can I put it back under?”
“Not yet. Do you have goosebumps?”
“Mm-hmm.” Partially from being cold, and partially from the sound of his voice coming through my phone’s speaker.
“Keep washing up to your inner thigh, but no higher. You can put that leg under after you answer another question.”
“Okay, I’m washing my thigh now.”
“Do you find that you usually take direction well?”
“Yes, I’m a very task-oriented person.”
