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Petra Rose petrarose@hotmail.com
Emotional Rescue Part 1 (Lesbian / Authoritarian FF)
I really should try and cut down on the coffee. For one thing it makes me extremely irritable and later on I find it impossible to go to sleep. Yeah, I know I could try decafe, but here in the office I find it's the only thing that legally' gives me a buzz. It gets me through a stressful day, and believe me, today was about as stressful as it could get. There were deadlines to hit and as usual people either hadn't finished the work or simply cried off sick' added to which, my boss was not being helpful.
So there I was; either chasing people on the telephone or rushing around the office like a headless chicken. I could feel myself beginning to reach that point where several cups of strong coffee would not be enough and the only thing left was to start screaming or take up smoking. Was I in the wrong job? Whatever gave you that impression?
Then to cap it all I get a small package delivered which I notice had my girlfriends writing on it. What the hell has she sent me I wondered? I begin to worry, had I forgotten something important? I left the flat so early in the morning without saying goodbye. Oh my God! I suddenly remembered that it was our anniversary. I begin to visualize what she could have sent me. Probably a dildo with a message attached saying; "If you can't even remember our anniversary, take this toy and stick it where the sun don't shine! P.S We are through!!"
Now, I really was in a panic. I tried to compose myself, wondered if it was not too late to send her some flowers and book a table for us at some fancy restaurant. Someone interrupted me with a stupid question; I nearly bit their head off. Then the package my girlfriend had sent began to vibrate right there on my desk! I almost fainted. It really must be a dildo with a note telling me we are finished! I grabbed the package and headed for the wash room in some distress. Once I locked the door I just bust into tears. I really was so stressed out.
I began to open the package, dreading what I would find inside as it continued to vibrate in my hands. As I ripped it open I found to my great relief that it was not a sex toy at all, but a mobile phone! It was vibrating because someone was ringing me on it. I began to laugh, what an idiot I was, I really was so emotional. I flicked the phone open and it burst into life. To my complete amazement my girlfriend's happy face appeared on the screen, causing me to nearly drop the phone on the floor.
"Hi Petra." She said. "Surprise, Surprise! Happy anniversary! How'd you like your new phone I got you? It's one of those G3 video phones. I got us both one, so we can now see each other as well as talk. Are you alright sweetness?"Staring at her beautiful face made me once again just bust into tears. I wanted a kiss and a cuddle.
"Hon, what's wrong? Hey, come on. What's the matter? I was really worried about you this morning, you just left without saying a word. You're so stressed out lately. I can tell you're depressed. Your job is really getting to you? Come on tell me."
"Yeah it is, but it's not only that" I began to reply in between floods of tears. "I'm sorry but I forgot it's our anniversary. Jane, I love you so much, please forgive me. I really am so stressed and.."
"Petra, listen to me. It's alright. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I know you are so stressed out at the moment. That job of yours is not right for you. It's making you ill. I really worry about you." My girlfriend said sympathetically.
"I know. But what can I do Jane?
"Simple. Leave. Grab your bag and leave. That boss of yours puts to much unnecessary pressure on you and then takes all the credit. He would look real sick if you just walked out. It would show him up for the lousy fool he is. He just takes advantage of you and treats you like shit. Leave and come and work for me."
"I couldn't do that" I said in horror. "I mean, I'd love to work with you Jane, but I..."
"Then do it" My girlfriend said.
There was a long pause as we stared at each other. I could tell Jane was getting as emotional as me. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. Then she said something that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Listen to me Miss Petra Rose."
Jane only ever used those words when she wanted to act the dominant. It was our signal. The signal that it was time for me to take on the submissive roll and do whatever she wanted me to do. It was words that she had never used outside our bedroom, until now. I felt a knot in my stomach and realised I was beginning to feel turned on.Jane could see she had grabbed my attention and continued.
"Now Miss Petra Rose, it's our anniversary and I want you to do the following. Listen to me real good, I don't want you to disappoint me twice in a day." I nodded in agreement.
"Good. I want you to leave work immediately and get a cab to take you to the Lexington Hotel which is down town. You understand me Miss Rose?"
"Yes. Yes I do." I whispered back.
"When you reach that hotel ask for room twenty four and wait there with your phone. You have twenty minutes before I call you again. You better be there by then Miss Petra Rose. Or we are finished" Jane said sternly before she hung up.
For a few seconds I stared back at the blank screen, then stood up and unlocked the door of the washroom. I walked straight to my desk and ignoring various people hounding me with questions or messages that apparently needed urgent replies, I simply picked up my bag, put on my coat and walked out of the door.
"I'm going to lunch." Was all I said as I walked out of the office.
(To be continued)