Page 13 of 12 Days

I pull the sheet up and looking down at my clothes twisted on my body, my panties soaking wet. This can’t be healthy. It’s just not right, not for me. It has to have something to do with that perfume. That’s the only explanation.

I scoot to the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off the side. I sit there in silence for a few minutes to take in everything that’s happened.

Buzz. Buzz.

I reach for the phone. A new text comes in…from Ty. He’s asking me to come and tour the facilities. They want to show me there are no worries, and he says I can check out the products. A follow-up text comes in. Apparently he got my number from a business card that dropped during my…Well, we don’t need to talk about that again, do we?

Finally, a break for me. I’ve been waiting for this message but didn't expect it.

I shake my hands, thinking for a second. I need to word this right and make sure I don't sound like I’m out to shut them down. I’ll admit, them finding my card and witnessing me masturbating is a little upsetting. I’m sure Ty knows that, and it's why he mentioned it.

I text him back.

Sure. I have a few things to do this morning, but I can be there at 10 am. See you then.

I'm stunned but excited at the same time. My head is still reeling from the previous night, but this is a good opportunity. I have a chance to get inside the building again, and this time, I won’t let my guard down. Nothing like that will happen again, though I’m already excited just thinking about seeing the twelve men once more.

As soon as the text goes through, I take the first look at myself in the mirror. My God! My clothing is twisted all around my body. My panties are caked with my own fluid. I’m left to wonder, which was the dream and which was the reality? What did I actually do to myself?

After a cold shower to calm me down, I decide on a form-fitting black skirt, white silk blouse, and a pair of three-inch heels. Nothing too flashy but something still feminine enough to complement my slender body. My hair is pulled into a simple bun, and the red lipstick on my lips sets off the look.

With my bag tucked under my arm and briefcase in hand, the last thing I do before leaving is to take one final look in the mirror.

“Nice. You look very professional, Alyssa,” I say to the mirror. I can’t help laughing a little.

The entire way there, I’ll be sure to repeat the mantra, “Keep your hands out of your panties and your mind on your job. Do not allow them to get to you. Not today, not ever!”

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