Margaret stood up, wondering why she'd been sitting at her secretary's desk when she should have been in her office calling a client. She took a step towards her office, the air still shimmering around her, and another thought struck her. Where was her secretary?
She turned and glared at the empty chair. How dare her secretary slack off like this! What could she possibly be doing? She started to formulate a dismissal letter in her mind.
Her office door opened. A woman with a huge rack strutted into the room, her strawberry blonde hair swaying from side to side as her jugs jiggled obscenely. For a brief moment when Margaret made eye-contact with the familiar hazel eyes, the Asian woman shrunk back, an old habit stirring from a part of her subconscious that hadn't been touched by the magic. And then she remembered who she was.
'Alice! What were you doing in my office?'
'Just bringing your coffee Ms Cheung,' she answered in a bubbly voice. 'Was there something you needed?'
Margaret shook her head. There was nothing a bimbo could help with in her work as a lawyer. She had no idea why she'd even hired one.
'Okay. Can I take my masturbation break now? I haven't had one all afternoon and my balls are bursting.'
Margaret rolled her eyes and waved the shemale slut away. Seriously, why had she hired her? The air shimmered again and she recalled having her arm twisted by her daughter into helping her friend's mother through a rough patch, a memory that once belonged to Alice.
The rest of the afternoon whipped by. Too much work, not enough time. Eventually she rose from her desk, stretched her limbs, and moved to lock up. To her amazement, Alice was sitting at her desk, filing her nails.
'You're still here?' she said.
'Of course! You're my ride home silly!'
Fuck. She'd completely forgotten. As strict as Margaret was, she wasn't unreasonable or cruel, and she felt guilty about keeping Alice waiting. She'd have to make up for it. A mind-numbing thirty minutes later of sharing a car ride with a person who talked only about sex and looking good, Margaret invited Alice into her home for dinner.
'You have such a nice home,' said Alice. 'So big too! I bet you could have an orgy in one side of the house and you wouldn't even hear it on the other.'
Margaret rolled her eyes. Fucking single-minded slut. But she was right. Privacy was an easy thing to find in her home.
They entered the kitchen and Margaret headed straight to the freezer to reheat something quick to get the evening over with. She didn't even notice the odd device on the counter.
'Wow, is this one of those new VR thingies?' asked Alice.