Daddy turned back to the desk and wiggled the mouse to wake his computer. "So, today we're going to do a sort of trial run that I do with every new girl I hire for this work. You've got an hour to think it over and pick out some clothes. The outside should be a professional office worker look because we're going to my office. The inside can be innocent or sexy, just don't be trashy."
Her eyes widened. "We're going to your office?"
He nodded as he typed in his password. "We alert everyone when I'm interviewing a new entertainer. I guarantee they're all planning to 'work late'. The trial run is basically that you are there to be secretly fucked. Anyone who wants you can make you go with them to a closed office or storage room or whatever. Then, after business hours we lock the front door, and it’s all out in the open."
"Do they... know it's me?" She went to Daddy's office on a regular basis, and she had even worked there as a file clerk the previous summer. They all knew who she was.
With a grin he answered, "I'll bet Sherry has guessed. The rest will find out when we get there. One hour, so go get ready."
She went to her room with her head spinning. She had to decide whether she was going to do this quick, but there was one really wild part about the whole thing that she couldn't stop thinking about.
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