Chapter 14
Back to Work
“That's too bad that you have to go back to work today,” I tell Misty.
“Yeah, I know… I really enjoyed my vacation though—especially that cruise. And I'm at least fortunate enough to like my job.”
“The cruise was spectacular. That's great that you enjoy your work though,” I reply.
“Hey, if you want, you can come to work with me today! I can show you what I do,” Misty's eyes light up with an idea.
“Sure! As long as you think your boss will be okay with it.”
“I'm sure she won't mind; she's very nice.”
“We should pack something to eat for lunch later on. I usually like to bring a sandwich or some yogurt or something like that,” Misty says as we're getting ready shortly before we leave.
“How about a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich and one thing of yogurt?” I suggest.
“That works too. I'm pretty sure I still have a few more Yoplait yogurt cups sitting in the fridge,” she answers.
Misty and I make ourselves each a sandwich in addition to taking a yogurt cup. The sandwiches are then wrapped in plastic, and we carry both items in simple brown lunch bags.
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When we arrive at her workplace, she shows me around her office. As is typical for this sort of place, there's a large desk, which has a computer, pens, paper as well as other supplies on it. The desk has a very organized appearance, perhaps with the exception of a few stray paperclips. Around the sky-blue walls of the room are several paintings that serve as decoration. It's not a very large room, but things are generally out of the way, so it doesn't feel too cramped. Taking a closer look at her desk, something catches my eye.
“Oh, hey—there's the photo that Cindy took of you and me at Victoria's Secret in the mall!”
“Yep! This is such an adorable picture of us together. The three of us should get together and do something fun again sometime soon,” she says as she picks it up by its protective wooden frame and looks at it.
Misty puts the photograph back using the frame's built-in stand then takes a seat at her desk, and I sit on a chair near her.
“Overall, pretty nice little area you have here,” I comment.
“Yep, I like it a lot. It's got everything I need,” she responds.
“So… What do you do on a daily basis, as a fashion designer?” I ask her.
“Well, essentially, my job is to come up with clothing designs that are used in production,” Misty explains. “Here, take a look at these.”
She pulls out a folder from a drawer and opens it to show me a few sketches she did before her vacation.
“I can see why you like this job, since you're so good at drawing,” I compliment her.
Picking up right where she left off on her project, Misty creates a few more drawings, and I watch her work. A few minutes later, Misty's boss enters the room. She welcomes Misty back and begins explaining a bunch of specifications for the next line of clothing that the company is designing as well as loads of other things I don't understand. I feel a little bit nervous and hope that I'm not seen as a distraction.
“I brought along a special visitor today, as you can see. I hope you don't mind,” Misty eventually points me out to her boss.
“Not a problem at all. I wish we had more people interested in seeing what we do around here,” the boss replies. “Misty is one of our best and most dependable designers; I know I can always count on her to get things done and do them well,” she says to me after we exchange greetings.
“Awww, I try my best,” Misty says, blushing just a little.
The boss informs Misty that an email has been sent containing additional information related to what they discussed, wishes her luck, and then exits the office.
“She's right, you know—you are the very best,” I declare.
“And you're the sweetest!” she responds as we rub our noses together.
As I'm watching her work, I start reminiscing about the cruise we went on recently.
“Remember, on that cruise, how we were able to get pizza as late as we wanted to? That was great.”
“I know—I remember we went to get a slice of pizza at 1 AM once. Also, remember the ice skating?” Misty asks.
“I liked that too. I fell down a lot because I'd never been ice skating before then, but I had a lot of fun watching you and having you teach me. Good times,” I reply.
“Yeah, we should go on another cruise next summer!”
“We definitely should.”
When it's time for lunch, we go to the break room to enjoy our sandwiches and yogurt. While there, I even get to meet some of Misty's co-workers, who are all very pleasant. Afterward, she heads back to her office, and before we know it, the work day is over.
“Already?” Misty asks in surprise, checking the time for herself.
“That did go pretty fast. I guess even at work we managed to enjoy ourselves.”
“Because I've been sitting for so long, what I like to do after work is go to the gym. You can join me if you'd like. I think my gym is still running a promotional special where members can bring a guest for a free trial session,” she offers.
“Well, since I haven't gone to the gym in quite a while, I probably should.”
Misty packs up her things, and we're off to our next destination. At the gym, Misty and I work out using the treadmills, ellipticals, and various other exercise machines. Although the two of us have different levels of activity, we both end up panting and equally exhausted when we're done.
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By the time we get home, all we want to do is take a shower and then rest.
“Phew, that was a pretty good workout,” Misty comments after a few minutes of lying down.
“All of that exercise has gotten me hungry actually,” I declare.
“I think I have a hankering for a baked potato right now,” she adds.
“Oh, I love baked potatoes.”
“Then let's go make ourselves one!” she responds excitedly.
In the kitchen, Misty first gets out two fairly large potatoes, which are then covered in aluminum foil and baked in the oven. Once this is complete, the bulk of the cooking is done—simple as that.
“I have butter, shredded cheese, sour cream, and bacon bits for us to put on them,” she informs me after that's done.
We cut our potatoes lengthwise to reveal the fluffy part, where we add in all of the other ingredients to our liking.
“I really enjoy cooking with you,” I tell Misty.
“I like it when we cook together too, babe,” she replies.
“The best part, of course, is getting to eat what we made, so let's have at it!”
We sit at the dining table and wait for the extremely hot potatoes to cool off before eating them. It takes us about ten minutes to do so, and once we're finished, we retreat to the bedroom and browse the Web on our laptops.
“Ow, my feet are kind of sore today for some reason,” Misty says, taking off her restrictive footwear. “Actually, while I have my shoes off, I think I'll paint my toes. If you want, you can help me, since I know how much you like painting my nails,” she adds a few moments later.
With each of us doing five toes, I assist Misty in applying glittery silver nail polish onto her toenails, and we get the task done in half the time it'd normally take.
“If your feet still hurt, I can give you a foot rub,” I offer once we're finished.
“That'd be really nice! I have some lotion that'd feel really good,” she answers.
She directs me to the drawer where the lotion is stored. I squirt some out onto my hands and begin working on Misty's feet. She's already moaning as I start rubbing it all over her soles.
“Ooo, that feels sooo good, baby. Just like that,” Misty encourages me.
When she spreads out her little toes, I squeeze out some more lotion and rub it in between them.
“How did I not notice that you have such lovely, sexy feet
?” I ask jokingly.
“Mmm… You always know exactly how to touch me and make me feel so hot,” Misty responds in a sultry voice.
She flips herself over onto her belly and takes her shirt and bra off, tossing them aside onto the bed.
“Since you're doing such a great job, can you get my back as well?”
“Anything for you, babe.”
Using more lotion than before, I sensually massage Misty's back, starting with her shoulders. I work my way down until I reach her lower back.
“Now I want you to massage my butt!” Misty says playfully, particularly emphasizing that last word and reaching behind her, seductively gripping the elastic fabric of her shorts.