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Your Pleasure is My Joy
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Lucyfer
I made something that'll love me even when I won't
“Paige! Go put on something nice!”
The strawberry-blonde woman was disturbed from reading the reviews of the new game, Kitten Quest, by the demand. She uncurled herself from her chair, knees up to her chest and hot tea resting near her lips, to look behind her to see Cheri Gravers standing there with a smile on her lips, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “You can come back to that tomorrow, we’re going out to celebrate our success!” The excitement from outside her own office could be heard.
“Where are we going?” She asked, rising and stretching. Wherever it was, apparently a tanktop and sweatpants were not nice enough. That was her usual work attire, since her job was mostly spent cooped up in the office, running code and making sure the games they created, functioned as intended.
“The host club!”
Cheri always talked about the host club. It caused Paige to lose some color. The host club was a scam and she knew it. It preyed on women like Cheri, who didn’t have the time to start genuine relationships. They were too invested in their careers, or they were already married and couldn’t truly go searching for someone. “It’ll be fun, I promise. They have good men there. Who knows,” Cheri dared to wink, “Maybe you’ll like one of them.”
“Probably will,” Paige sighed, “And then I’ll have to remember that’s his job.” But she’d come along, because she’d be the outcast if she didn’t and her boss wouldn’t like to be denied. “I’ll go pick up something nice from home and meet you there?”
“Yes!” The blonde woman agreed, insistence in her voice, before she flounced out, bouncing like the pixie she resembled with her short hair.
With that, Paige quickly made a few notes to herself for the morning about some things to look into regarding the coding of the game and updates to make, before scurrying out of the office and to her car. ‘Be able to replace you soon.’ She thought as she slid into the seat of it. It was a nice, white car, but over fifteen years old. ‘Once that bonus hits.’ This game was a godsend. They’d all be rich by next week, when pay was distributed.
It caused her to laugh as she keyed the ignition and took off towards her apartment. She could have bought a house, but she saw no reason for it. It was only herself. It was always, only, herself. This was all the space she needed.
She entered the apartment, let the keys fall on the counter, and walked right into her bedroom to try and find something ‘nice’. ‘What sort of nice does she even mean? Formal dress? Business casual?’ Clearly, Paige should have asked for clarification.
In the end, she grabbed a nice blue spring dress. It fell only to her knees, and the cut at her chest was a scoop cut, her preference. She always felt good in it, and she paired it with short, white heels. For a few minutes she debated if she ought to do anything with her hair, and after a few attempts to put it in a nice updo, she gave up and let it fall loose. A dab of pink was added to her lips, a bit of dark tint added to her eyelids, and then she was out the door, figuring it would suffice.
Somehow, Paige managed to find a parking spot near the host club, and she walked to join the group of her fellow employees, sans the men, outside and waiting. “You could have gone in,” Paige noted, but then saw the man standing outside that they were all conversing with. It seemed his talent was magic tricks, or card tricks, since he was playing a game with them all. Paige crossed her arms over her chest and waited until this was finished, and the man ushered them to go into the club while making a promise he’d be inside later.
So, they walked into the club as a group.
The strawberry-blonde woman was disturbed from reading the reviews of the new game, Kitten Quest, by the demand. She uncurled herself from her chair, knees up to her chest and hot tea resting near her lips, to look behind her to see Cheri Gravers standing there with a smile on her lips, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “You can come back to that tomorrow, we’re going out to celebrate our success!” The excitement from outside her own office could be heard.
“Where are we going?” She asked, rising and stretching. Wherever it was, apparently a tanktop and sweatpants were not nice enough. That was her usual work attire, since her job was mostly spent cooped up in the office, running code and making sure the games they created, functioned as intended.
“The host club!”
Cheri always talked about the host club. It caused Paige to lose some color. The host club was a scam and she knew it. It preyed on women like Cheri, who didn’t have the time to start genuine relationships. They were too invested in their careers, or they were already married and couldn’t truly go searching for someone. “It’ll be fun, I promise. They have good men there. Who knows,” Cheri dared to wink, “Maybe you’ll like one of them.”
“Probably will,” Paige sighed, “And then I’ll have to remember that’s his job.” But she’d come along, because she’d be the outcast if she didn’t and her boss wouldn’t like to be denied. “I’ll go pick up something nice from home and meet you there?”
“Yes!” The blonde woman agreed, insistence in her voice, before she flounced out, bouncing like the pixie she resembled with her short hair.
With that, Paige quickly made a few notes to herself for the morning about some things to look into regarding the coding of the game and updates to make, before scurrying out of the office and to her car. ‘Be able to replace you soon.’ She thought as she slid into the seat of it. It was a nice, white car, but over fifteen years old. ‘Once that bonus hits.’ This game was a godsend. They’d all be rich by next week, when pay was distributed.
It caused her to laugh as she keyed the ignition and took off towards her apartment. She could have bought a house, but she saw no reason for it. It was only herself. It was always, only, herself. This was all the space she needed.
She entered the apartment, let the keys fall on the counter, and walked right into her bedroom to try and find something ‘nice’. ‘What sort of nice does she even mean? Formal dress? Business casual?’ Clearly, Paige should have asked for clarification.
In the end, she grabbed a nice blue spring dress. It fell only to her knees, and the cut at her chest was a scoop cut, her preference. She always felt good in it, and she paired it with short, white heels. For a few minutes she debated if she ought to do anything with her hair, and after a few attempts to put it in a nice updo, she gave up and let it fall loose. A dab of pink was added to her lips, a bit of dark tint added to her eyelids, and then she was out the door, figuring it would suffice.
Somehow, Paige managed to find a parking spot near the host club, and she walked to join the group of her fellow employees, sans the men, outside and waiting. “You could have gone in,” Paige noted, but then saw the man standing outside that they were all conversing with. It seemed his talent was magic tricks, or card tricks, since he was playing a game with them all. Paige crossed her arms over her chest and waited until this was finished, and the man ushered them to go into the club while making a promise he’d be inside later.
So, they walked into the club as a group.
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