“So tomorrow, I think I’m going to tell Scott the truth and hope that he understands and forgives me.”
“He’ll forgive you. It’s not like you went there to trick him on purpose, and you’re telling him before you even do the lap dance. So he won’t even be embarrassed.”
“Yeah, I hope he understands that.”
“He will,” Lacey said confidently. “I can’t wait to meet him next week.”
“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” I agreed. “You’re going to love him. And maybe he’ll have some really cute friends for you to choose from.”
“Choose from?” Lacey giggled. “Like some sort of meat market, and I’m choosing my preferred cut?”
“Ha-ha, yeah. You need a good guy.”
“Yeah, it would be nice to meet someone. Someone nice, though. And handsome. And rich.” She giggled. “Get to work and find me Mr. Right, please.”
“Yeah, I’ll get on that first thing in the morning.” I laughed. “A guy that can help you write Play the Player.”
“Yeah, I’m sure every guy would be down for that. Not,” Lacey said with a laugh. “I mean, they might be down for my new BDSM scene thanks to you and Scott.”
“Lacey,” I groaned. “There better not be a chapter about spanking.”
“I can’t promise anything.”
“You’re horrible.” I laughed. “Just make sure that the character’s names aren’t Elizabeth and Scott or I’ll sue you.”
“Spank me harder, Scott. Just like that weird pervert did in Secretary. Oh yes, Scott, just like that. Harder, harder!” Lacey burst out laughing as she mocked me and I shook my head.
“I guess you want to be the actress now, huh?” I laughed into the phone. “And that’s not actually how it went down.”
“How did it go down, then?” Lacey asked eagerly.
“I’ll never tell.” I giggled and then looked at the time. “So get your ticket and let me know about the date and time you arrive, okay?” I said with a yawn. “I think I’m going to have an early night in preparation for my big day tomorrow.”
“It’ll be fine, Eliza, you’ll see.”
“I hope so. I sure hope so.”
“It’ll be fine. And instead of being sealed with a kiss, it will be sealed with a nice smack across your ass.”
“Goodnight, Lacey.”
“Night, Eliza.” She giggled. “Or should I say, Mrs. Spanky?”
And with that, I hung up.
***
My nerves were racing as I walked into the office the next morning. I felt vulnerable and nervous and excited. I wasn’t sure how Scott was going to react when I told him I’d been hired to surprise him with a lap dance by someone called H. Smith, who I thought could be the Helen Smith in his phone. I didn’t know who she was – probably an upset ex-girlfriend – but I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt as to why she wanted to get revenge on him like this.
I walked through the corridors of the office building with a small smile on my face. I had a pair of handcuffs in my handbag and I was going to give them to Scott to tie me up whenever and wherever he wanted. I felt a shiver of excitement run through my body at what I was about to do. Maybe he’d tie me up right away and give me a small spanking, and then bend me over his desk and take me. That would be hot. I took a deep breath as I walked into the office. I was getting ahead of myself now. There was the possibility that he might be a little upset and that probably meant no early morning office sex. Maybe I’d have to wait until this evening.
“Scott, I have something to tell you,” I muttered to myself as I walked towards his door. “Scott, look, there’s something you should know.” I practiced my different lines. “Hey Scott, you know how I’m an actress and actresses take all sorts of weird jobs?” I said, and made a face. I was definitely not going with that line. He might ask what other weird jobs I’d taken before in my life. I was about to walk into the room when I saw Scott talking to some brunette lady wearing extremely high black heels. I stood there and spied for a few seconds to see what was going on.
“Look, Helen, I’m not doing this right now,” Scott said, his voice sounding nervous and my heart stopped. Helen? The Helen?
“We need to talk, Scott,” she said softly, and I saw her placing her hand on his arm. “We can’t go on like this.” Whoa, what? Go on like this? What was she talking about? My face was flushed as I stood there listening.
“Helen.” Scott sounded annoyed.
“What about me, Scott?” Helen moved closer to Scott and my heart started thudding harder.
“I’m not doing this here.” Scott looked down at her and said something else that I couldn’t hear.
“Who’s the new girl? Are you fucking her?” Helen sounded jealous and I froze as I waited to see what Scott was going to say. This was the moment of truth.
“Of course not. She’s my assistant. I wouldn’t do that.” Scott looked at her like she was crazy and I stepped back. So he was lying about me.
“You know what I would do if I found out you’re fucking your assistant. It would be over,” Helen said loudly.
“Helen, please…” He sighed and shook his hands out. “I don’t know what you want me to say. All that matters in this moment is what’s going on right now.” I gasped as I heard him saying the words he’d said to me in his bed a couple of nights ago. So it was confirmed. He was a player. He was playing me and this Helen. He was probably sleeping with us both. I felt tears running down my face as I hurried out of the room and down the corridor to the ladies’ restroom. I hurried into a stall and cried. I was upset with myself for letting my guard down. I couldn’t believe that I had let Scott in and he’d lied to me. He was no better than my dad or Shane. I was going to show him. I was going to give him the sexiest lap dance I could at the office party tomorrow and I was going to embarrass him in front of everyone in the office. That would show him. That would teach him to lie to me.