Help Wanted [*Complete*]

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Help Wanted: Live-in personal assistant for Fortune500 Executive. Must be exceptionally prompt, detail oriented, courteous, a quick thinker, problem solver and able to be counted on to follow through on assigned tasks without having to be 'babysat.' Will also need to be willing to serve in various unspecified ways at all hours. If interested, send resume to WAKE International HR department.

After hanging up the call I stared at the phone, blinking in confusion. When I applied for the personal assistant position I didn't expect to ever hear back. Two months ago, I lost my job after six years as a file clerk at the local district court. Since then I'd had zero luck finding employment. My pesky master's degree made me overqualified for most job postings. In four days my eviction kicked in which had the unfortunate side effect of making me homeless. My current options were to either move back in with my parents or with my best friend Lacy.

As a joke, she forced me to submit my resume to WAKE International. They were the premier name in technology, but I didn't have any background in that field other than being addicted to social media apps like everyone else.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I jumped as my phone vibrated.

Think of the devil and she shall appear.

Lacy had a knack for getting in touch at either the perfect time or absolute worst time—never anything in between.

"Hey, Lace." I tried my hardest to sound chipper as I relaxed back on my couch.

"Just checking in to see how the job hunt is going."

"You did your thing again."

"Oh? What did I do now?"

"I just got off the phone with someone from WAKE International. I have an interview tomorrow at eight thirty."

"Shut up! That's awesome!" she squealed.

"It'll be awesome if I get it. Until then it's..."

"Better than having no prospects and staring down the barrel of an eviction and couch living?"

"Hush."

"This is great news! We're celebrating."

"We can't. Getting called in for an interview is not celebration wine worthy. Especially since it's tomorrow, and hang overs don't make for the best first impressions."

"Fine. I'm still coming over to help you pack though."

"Okay."

"Want me to bring some food by?"

"I'm good. I have ramen."

"Oh! That reminds me, I got an e-mail about a rope demonstration."

"How did we get from ramen to bondage?"

"I found out about your epicurean tastes in College, remember?"

Lacy and I had known each other since middle school. We were practically sisters, so we had no secrets. She knew I was a submissive. We both dabbled in the lifestyle freshman year. The only difference was for me it stuck. In submission to a Dominant I found the last piece of my jigsaw puzzle. I flourished under a stern gaze and a firm guiding hand. Chocolates and flowers never quite held their sway for me.

"I'm taking a little hiatus from the whole dating thing."

"Geeze. You need to get over Heath."