E-Volv

I played around more with the characters interacting and speaking directly to the reader in this draft. The first part is more narrative, then Shelby introduces herself while getting ready.

When the new temp walked through the door, Shelby knew she had to be first in line to say hello. The temp was pretty, honey complexioned, long shapely legs, thin waist full b cups, and a plump round ass that was begging to be spanked. Shelby had a bit of an adventurous streak. She was still looking for her first female conquest. The problem was, she did not know how to go about getting the process started. To complicate matters, she was married. Unhappily, but still married. Well, she would be divorced in a few months anyway, so she had nothing but time. It was all about the end game for her. All that aside, Shelby thought friendship was as good a place as any to start.

Shelby made sure she was the first person that went by and said hello, showed her the ropes around the office, kept her in the coveted office gossip ring, and became her semi-permanent lunch buddy.

Shelby

Her name was Kelissa Hill, but she liked everyone to call her K, like the letter, not the name. Everyone at the office liked her, especially the guys, but status, perception, and reputation were everything since this was a cutthroat business. If you plan on moving up in the ranks, you didn’t fuck the Temps in Metropolis Prime, just everyone else.

That was two years ago.

Temps were an integral part of the daily business in Metropolis Prime. Your company was regarded based on your talent and awarded business on those merits. Temps were part of that business presence, as they were usually very talented men and women groomed to have an uber-efficient work ethic keeping the grunt work at bay. They handle computer system maintenance, protocol building, app creation, infrastructure security. All the tedious things that allowed the savvy business creatives, or ‘Tops’ as we are sometimes called, freedom to do what they do best, schmooze and make money.

Tops are influencers, master salesmen, and women, basically way past the top of their game. Temps of Metropolis Prime weren’t the jobless, irresponsible hacks of the 20th century trying to figure out their lives. They were special. They were highly educated, fiercely loyal to their assigned company, and usually very easy on the eye.

In Metropolis Prime, they all came from one of two companies; Zyon Tech or Evolv Industries. K came from Evolv Industries. We Tops like to think that Evolv is the better of the two. Technically I am not a Top. I am a Top Assist, but we get looked at with the same respect from the Temps.

Actual Tops never let us forget we are Assists; A Top’s greatest Asset. We can pretty much run the show, but we are not harmed in scandal or fallout. All the glory and money with no bad shit attached. Metropolis Prime has developed a keen culture of Responsibility for Self. You fuck up. You pay the price—no passing the buck here.

Oh, by the way, I’m Shelby. Shelby Kaufeldstein, yes, I know, it sounds like money, but call me Shelly; everyone else does.

About a year ago. K walked into work, and I think she got her boobs done. I don’t know exactly what, but it seems like she has gotten more beautiful. I am serious. Maybe I am biased, though. I would have done her pre-upgrade. She was already a beauty, but she went from OK to fabulous.

My POS husband was divorcing me and making things difficult. Thankfully we didn’t procreate. Ugh, then that nightmare would probably never have ended. K has been an excellent friend to me through all of it. Even having hour-long video calls in the middle of the night.

He has moved on, and so have I. I worked my way up in the company by being tenacious, and I have a pretty cushy life for my trouble. I married well, so I finally got a sizable settlement. He was so dull that I deserved every penny my lawyer squeezed out of him. Sex was barely mediocre at best, and I am a sexual free spirit. Marrying well is one thing. Marrying happy ...well, quite another thing.

I have had dreams about K. Well, actually more like fantasies. I want to be with her. Not in a relationship. She has a body made for sex, and I want to explore every inch of it. Preferable with my tongue. I invited her to be my plus 1 for the charity dinner for the benefit of Noel Peterson.

“The Savior of Metropolis Prime.” and yes, air quoting...get over it! Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate the guy. Just a little peeved; he never gives me the time of day. Always the fucking professional. So passé, so lame. Do you know what a girl like me could do with a man like that’s money? Ha Ha...double up on everything! I’m not a gold digger; I have my own. But I don’t believe in the words ‘too much.’ What is that anyway? Is that even a word? No, it is not, just some antiquated concept. My second favorite word is ‘More.’

There are sure to be some deep pockets, but I will make my move on K and give her a little taste of what I can do for her and to her. Now, where is that Versace dress and my Choos? It’s getting harder to find good quality vintage clothing in this century. Most of the fashion houses are just relics of their former selves.

“Damn, sometimes, I think this closet is just too damn big,” laughing to myself. Yeah, right if there was such a thing. Ah, there it is. “Come to momma; we have work to do.”

“I love this deep shade of blue it brings out my blue eyes, and being a natural blond, well, you know... we still have more fun and yes... a natural blond.

My stylist had just left, and my makeup and hair were simply stunning. I got my vag waxed yesterday, so no need for wasting a good pair of panties...“Commando it is,” speaking to no one in particular, sliding the silky material up to my body and over my luscious 40DD’s. How do I manage my svelte, long-legged body in stilettos with these fun bags? Oh, my silly little dear...Like a boss! (also a million crunches a day and a great waist trainer) I admit I could use a little more backside, but big booties are so 2015. Tits, however, Tits are never out of fashion.

Dressed and ready to go, Shelly opens the front door then remembers she needs to add one small thing to her clutch.

“Ooooh, I almost forgot you’ as she cradled the small silver item in the box. “Never leave home without it,” and with that, Shelly is out the door and on her way to the charity dinner.

The hired car was waiting at the curb. The driver came around to open her door and ask if she needed him to pour her a refreshment before getting back in the car and heading to the Vexlar Building. He’d made many trips to the building tonight, but so far, this was his sexiest passenger.

Stealing a glance at her periodically during the trip, he got a little wood. She had a mouth that looked like she could suck the color off a dick, but someone like her would never see him in that way. He was glad he had an hour's break after this trip. He was going to have to do something about the log growing in his pants. He wondered if she was a little drunk because she kept smiling to herself, and as she got in the car, he got a beautiful eyeful of her bald snatch. How does someone forget to wear panties to a high-class function like this? He thought

They arrived at the Vexlar building, and as Shelly got out of the car, she gave the driver another eyeful. She gave him her business card along with a tip. “In case I need to be personally driven. I like the way you handle your …car,” she said, looking pointedly at the bulge he was unsuccessfully hiding. Ever the professional, He took the card and money and thanked her, wished her a good evening, and gave her just enough eye contact to let her know he understood her perfectly clear.

Shelly had enough time to mingle a little and scout out the company table. Shelly wanted to be waiting at the door, so she would not miss K when she arrived. Grabbing two glasses of champagne from one of the waiters passing by, she downed both. Shelly was a little nervous. She milled around near the front of the lobby, waiting impatiently for K to arrive. As another waiter came by, she exchanged the two empty glasses for two more full ones and was just about to drink them too when she saw K enter the building. Shelly hurried to intercept her.

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