Thanks again to my few loyal reviewers. Just to let you know, I love Naomily so much that if it just ends up being me writing and you guys reviewing, thats fine, I'll keep writing!

OK, so lunchtime over, time to get back to Jupiter Investments and the lovely Emily and Naomi story.

Slight (OK big) change of style in this one, I quite like doing the first person POV thing, so this will be from their own perspectives rather than third person, OK?

Naomi

If I had an odd morning, the afternoon kicked it in the butt and bent it over a desk. I got back upstairs with 5 minutes to spare, coffee cup in hand, to find Emily Fitch waiting for me in the corridor outside accounts. I thought she was just going to carry on with her ultra formal induction, but it was worse than that. She hardly looked at me, just muttered something about the people who worked in the department, which I almost didn't catch, then ushered me inside. There were 6 desks or workstations, arranged in pods of 2, facing each other. In the corner was a glass partitioned office which I presume was for the head of accounts. T. Stonem was etched into the glass door, but there wasn't anyone in there. Instead Emily quickly handed me over to a slight dark haired girl with owlish glasses.

"Naomi" she said in a clipped voice, "...this is Rebecca, the assistant department head...she'll show you your workstation and arrange for I.T. to come and collect you at 4 for an hours training, OK?"

Her eyes never once met mine while she was speaking and the chill in the air almost made me wish for a scarf. I shot her a 'what the fuck?' look but she was already on her way out of the office, back stiff and eyes fixed on the exit. I just didn't get it...this morning she was a bit buttoned up, but what had I done to deserve the icy shoulder I was getting now. Unless...

I bit my lip as a clearly embarrassed Rebecca walked me across to my desk. The one opposite was hers, so I took comfort from the fact that I would at least not have to start my employment across from some no doubt horny and hopeful male. After she'd shown me how to log on to my computer and let me stash my bag in the lockable bottom drawer, Rebecca made sure I knew where the exits and fire escapes were and chatted away about who was who. I knew I would forget 50% of their names immediately, but at least I was getting semi friendly smiles back. There was Jake, a lad just out of his teens like me, but he seemed polite and respectful, so I gave him a genuine smile back. Joan, who was probably in her late 40's, she winked at me and told me not to get too stressed about my first day. I gave her a grateful smile back too. A couple of other girls maybe 5 years older than me were chatting to each other across their terminals, but they just nodded, then got back to gossiping. There were others, but they blurred into an amorphous mass as Rebecca carried on the introductions.

Finally she ushered me into the empty managers office and closed the door behind us, sitting in the bosses chair and indicating that I should sit opposite her, I did.

"OK Naomi" she said warmly "That's the introductions, now for the gossip and the not so nice bits"

I blinked at that and sat forward in my chair.

"You've already met our Miss Fitch, although even she isn't usually so hard on new starters...did anything happen this morning to piss her off?" she asked

I didn't know where to start or what sort of grapevine was in play here, so I chose to give her the vanilla version.

"I don't really know to be honest. She was a bit formal at first, but I thought she was defrosting quite a bit by lunchtime. But then, after I bumped into her in the café opposite and we I got back she's treated me like an Ebola case?"

Rebecca shook her head.

"Mmmm, she's usually quite buttoned up, our National Accounts Executive, but unless you said anything untoward, I can't think why she would take against you... was she on her own in the coffee shop?"

I shook my head this time.

"Nope...she had a carbon copy of herself there too. I thought I was seeing double until I realised they're not that alike, but it's obviously her twin sister?"

"Ahh" Rebecca smiled "That goes some way to explaining her change of attitude. They're not exactly close, Emily and Katie...but even so...?"

I didn't want to talk about meeting up with Mini and going to the café with her, just in case it opened another can of worms. Like I said, I'm comfortable with my sexuality, but I don't wear it as a rainbow badge. If someone asks, fine but...

"She probably had a bad call from Richard, that always puts her in a foul mood" the woman finished.

"Richard?" I said "Is that her boyfriend?" I hoped fervently it wasn't but I braced myself for the next thing to come out of Rebecca's mouth.

She smirked and leaned closer, even though we were in a locked office.

"Not exactly...Richard Hurst is our Chief Exec. You won't see much of him on a day to day basis, but he is the big cheese around here. Emily is his little favourite...well, ever since the staff Christmas party last year anyway. They think they're being discrete, but its general knowledge he's banging her regularly. Not that she's bad at her job, she's a proper tigress in sales, but it can't hurt to be shagging the boss when bonuses and promotion come up, can it?...unless his wife finds out of course"

I suppose I should have cottoned on quicker about Miss iron knickers Fitch, but I have to admit it still stung. Not gay then, I said to myself bitterly. Just another straight girl who's dabbled with pussy at college but gone back to cock for the sake of her fucking career.

Rebecca must have read something in my thousand yard stare because she started backtracking.

"Look, Naomi thats just office gossip...Emily is very good at her job too. She isn't the first to be taken in by the man upstairs. His last PA had to leave because she was pregnant by him. Or so the story goes. Anyway, there was no need for her to take it out on you. Don't worry, you probably won't see much of her as a rule. Different floors, different jobs, right?"

I nodded a little sadly. Me and my daydreams. Still, I comforted myself, having a meal with Mini tonight will be fun...and that lovely lady is definitely gay.

I guess my relaxing expression must have relieved her, because Rebecca brightened up after that. I got chapter and verse on all the other residents of the department, including a major debrief on Tony Stonem. Obviously, he took his lead from the big man himself. Rebecca warned me to expect some 'attention' from the department head,

"You're blonde, pretty and single?" she said, looking at my ring finger for confirmation. I decided to be straight with her. Rainbow badges be buggered.

"Look, I suppose its best to get this done now. Tony Stonem has no chance of pulling me. Nor has any other guy in the building...OK?"

Understanding flashed across Rebecca's pale face after a seconds incomprehension.

"Oh... so you're oh...well, thats fine Naomi, no problem at all" she said way too quickly, overcompensating at an alarming rate. I wonder why it is that straight people think anyone who prefers their own sex is either a sexual predator, likely to pounce on any unsuspecting colleague, or worse some sort of paedophile, who might at any time corrupt any passing under age innocent? Gayness does not necessarily equate with an uncontrollable libido guys, OK? Jesus.

I smiled at her a little wearily.

"Rebecca, it really is no big thing, OK? I just happen to prefer women to men. Not all women, not even many women if I'm honest. But can we just keep that between us for now? I'm sure those guys out there will discover my dark secret soon enough, but its hard enough being the new girl at school, without the gay label..."

She nodded too quickly again and I sighed inwardly. It's not exactly the way I wanted to start my career, but in truth I suppose it was just as well everyone was up to speed from day one. Emily knew, now Rebecca knew. I just hoped not everyone would react the way the frosty Miss Fitch did.

I had no idea the afternoon was about to get even stranger.

After the tour of the department and a few minutes playing with the software, I sat around, drinking coffee (sadly the vending machine variety) waiting for an IT geek to collect me. In the end, with 4pm fast approaching and no sign of any propeller heads, I persuaded Rebecca I was a big girl and if she just pointed me in the direction of the lifts, I could find my way to the IT department without the aid of a net, or a chaperone.

That was the start of my problems.

I got to the right floor OK, but when I tried to get into the IT room, the door was one of those coded button push entry ones. Of course, being without a code, I was basically fucked. And it was a solid door without a window. I sighed in annoyance. Back downstairs then. As I made my way to the lift, I saw a ladies loo on my right. Given that IT is even more mind numbing than accounts, I took the opportunity to duck in there for a wee and to touch up my makeup.

I thought the room was empty at first, but in the alcove at the end of the room, I could hear a sound. I almost left then. It sounded like someone was trying very hard to cry without letting anyone know. I should have left, its not as if I could help them, was it...and the chances were it would be a total stranger. I know what I'm like when I have an emotional moment. The last thing I want is an audience. But she sounded really upset. Those small muffled sobs with little choking sounds on the in breath. Steeling myself and pulling out one of my mothers oversized snow white hankies, I stepped further into the room and turned the corner.

I nearly fucking ran.

Emily Fitch. Crouched over the sink, her hair falling over her face, sobbing like a small child, her hands against her mouth as she stared at herself in the mirror.

XXX

Emily

Oh great, I thought bitterly. If there was one person today who could make a shitty situation worse than it already was, it was the new girl. The one who had shaken me at interview by revealing she was openly gay, then interrupting my endurance test of a lunch, coming in with another stunning blonde, arm in arm, chatting like close friends...and I mean really close friends. I had the time to register the fact that I remembered the stranger from Exeter uni vaguely, before thankfully Katie made her patented entrance, sucking all the attention in the room away from my stupid staring contest with Naomi Campbell. She said she was single, I said dully to myself, before realising how lame that sounded, even to me. Why the fuck should it matter Emily, I reminded myself, you're straight, right? So what if she just walked into the café with a highly shaggable companion?

Woah, where did that come from, I thought, just before Katie got to me and everyone in the room joined up the dots.

"Twins" I could hear people thinking all round the room. Cue male hard ons and female daydreams all round. If I had a pound for every person we had ever met in our adolescent lives who'd stared at us with that "what I'd give to have them both" look in their stupid eyes, I would be rich enough to retire immediately.

Katie, of course, traded on that shamelessly. Until I put a stop to it when I was 17, she was always dirty dancing with me to attract more than her fair share of male attention. The chances of me and her putting out for anyone, male or female, are smaller than a mosquito's testicles, but it didn't stop them hoping, or Katie letting them hope.

But I was past caring today. What with my little performance this morning under Richards desk, I was already feeling pretty cheap anyway. I got up abruptly as Katie reached the table and left the café with my sister for once trailing behind me.

Bad enough you say? Well, I would have settled for that much humiliation for one day. But fate had another family sized vibrator to slip into my unresisting butt. Wouldn't you know it?

I decided when I got back, to reinforce my hard shell and hand off Naomi to her own department early. I had no interest in small talk with her about her no doubt enjoyable lunch with the 'non girlfriend'. I know I was being abrupt, rude even. I caught the surprised look Rebecca gave me as I turned to walk away. There might as well have been speech bubbles over both their heads saying "Bitch". But I was in full on defensive mode. I admit I am attracted to the new girl. Very attracted. And that's a problem. It doesn't fit at all with my carefully manufactured new life. New apartment, new job, new part time boyfriend to use as camouflage. I wasn't about to risk any of those things for a passing fancy for blue eyed blondes who likes other girls. No sir, not me.

Quite what made me go up to the 5th floor an hour or so later I can't say. I knew Richard was doing his rounds and the chances of any sort of proper conversation with him with others fawning over his every word were slim. But I kept thinking about Katies idea for a dirty weekend away. Maybe that was just what I needed. A smart hotel, a whole day and night to shag Naomi Campbell out of my mind, with an expensive health spa to wash away my guilt afterwards. I took the lift up to the 5th, determined to corner my boss and suggest it.

Which is, of course, where it all went to shit. I saw Richard at the end of the corridor, holding court to a a couple of giggling marketing clones. I wasn't jealous, well not much. They might be pretty and obviously available, but Richard was too smart to dip his wick into any of those bimbos. Discretion, that was his watchword. Our affair was kept firmly under wraps. OK, I knew at least one person knew about our hookup at the Christmas party at that country hotel. Being spotted coming out of your bosses room at 5 am with bed hair and shoes in your hand is a bit of a give away, but the post room boy must have kept his mouth shut about seeing me do the walk of shame. I never heard a whisper about it afterwards. Not even from Richard clone Tony Stonem. No way that nasty fucker would keep quiet if he know the CEO was boning me. No, I got away with that, and so I waited patiently while Richard did his smooth CEO thing with the two over made up drones.

I thought if I could just catch his eye, I could get a moment alone with him. Just enough time to ask him to consider the weekend. But just as he broke away from his acolytes and started to turn towards me, his mobile rang. I saw him reach into his trouser pocket and pull it out, brow creasing as he read the caller ID.

Fuck, I thought, if that's Melanie, my chances have gone completely. His wife has his complete attention when she calls. And she calls a lot. I suspect that she is perfectly well aware that his urbane good looks and exalted status give him access to all sorts of willing women (yeah, that would be you too Emily) so she tries to keep him on a short leash. Not that it seemed to stop him having me when he felt like it...

I saw him thumb the answer icon and sighed in disappointment. I resigned myself to an afternoon spent sorting files and trying not to think about icy eyes blondes with lesbian preferences.

"Rodney...how the hell are you my man?" I heard Richard say happily. I knew that name. Rodney Walsom, head of sales at Spearhead Limited. One of Richards best golfing/rugby/drinking buddies. Oh well, I thought, at least it will be a short call.

I saw Richard smile apologetically to his PA, who normally followed him on his department rounds. She nodded and slipped into the Marketing department to give him privacy. But instead of continuing to chat in the corridor, he opened the door of the photocopier room next to him and ducked inside.

I should have walked away at that moment. Then I wouldn't be standing by this sink, with my eyes smudged and bleary and a shocked Naomi fucking Campbell standing there beside me. But stupid me, I walked over to the part open door and listened. Bad fucking move Emily.

"Rodders...yeah, no problem mate...next Wednesday do you? I can slip the old ball and chain for one night. What...oh yeah, she's still my bit on the side...gorgeous isn't she? That smart suit and fuck off exterior only lasts till I get her knickers off...hahaha. Eh? You'll never know mate..you'll just have to get your missus to finish you off while you imagine what the delicious Miss Fitch can do with that pretty mouth...this morning I called her in and she..."

I fled then. Hearing yourself described like that, was as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over me. I wasn't just acting like a whore...I WAS a fucking whore. A free one at that. Hearing that one sided conversation was a total shock. Being discrete? Well that fucking theory was out of the window, wasn't it? Apparently at least one of Richards 'mates' was getting a regular update on my fellatio skills. I felt sick to my stomach. I lurched down the empty corridor, heading straight for the ladies wash-room. I needed to throw up...like now.

Which is why, the last thing I needed, after emptying my expensive lunch into the sink and swilling out my mouth with mouthfuls of cold water, I was crying like a baby and smearing overpriced mascara across my cheeks.

But fate wasn't finished with me. Of all the employees of JI to walk in at that moment. It had to be Naomi Campbell.

I braced myself for the usual mock concern and polite sympathy. OK,she had no reason to be nice to me. I had been a total bitch to her most of the day, cold and distant this morning, with the intention of covering up my curiosity about her, morphing into a while new level of bitchiness as I abruptly handed her over to Rebecca. If I were her, I might just have turned on my heel and left her to it.

Instead she shocked the hell out of me. After watching me try unsuccessfully to rub my eyes clear of eye shadow, she mutely offered an oversized hankie and waited until I'd cleaned my face...then she opened her arms and enveloped me in the sort of hug my dad specialises in. I found myself cocooned in her arms. That was it...a bit of human kindness in a day gone to hell. I really lost it then. Choking, sobbing, gripping her back as she squeezed me and whispered small words of comfort in my ear.

It must have been at least a couple of minutes before she slowly released me, holding my hands in hers and smiling down at me. I tried a weak one back and hers broadened.

"Better?" she said softly and God forgive me, I couldn't help it. Her eyes were holding mine like a tractor beam, and those lips...those pink soft lips were inches away. It was like time had paused for both of us. I had to...I wanted to. I saw recognition of what I was going to do in her wide eyes, but I just couldn't stop myself. Even as I leaned into her her, turning my head upwards so that our mouths were fractions apart, I knew she would let me. There was no shyness or surprise on her face. She knew I was going to kiss her, and it didn't look like Miss Campbell was going to resist one iota.

I felt her breath on my mouth as my lips just brushed hers. Jesus Emily, I thought, she's going to let you kiss her.

Bang...

Fate of course, had one last oversized dildo in wait for me. We both froze when the outer door opened and closed noisily. I pulled back as if she had become charged with high voltage electricity. Real life intruded big time. I saw disappointment cross her face as I stepped backwards, quickly replaced with a blank stare as I muttered something about being sorry, all a big mistake...you know, the sort of thing you say when embarrassment has replaced desire. Without waiting for her to answer, and thanking heaven that at least we were hidden in the alcove, I almost ran into an open cubicle and slammed the door shut, sliding the lock over. Shutting Naomi out.

I heard a deep sigh before whoever had come in to the wash room said hi to her. I tuned them out after that, sitting on the closed toilet lid, hugging myself and wondering what the hell I'd just (almost) done.

I stayed in there for almost 15 minutes after they both left, coward that I am. Then, after repairing my makeup, I left the building as quickly as I could, calling a cab outside. I needed to be at home, safe, away from all this fuckery. Work and Richard fucking Hurst could go to hell for today.

OK, thats a bonus chapter guys. The next one up hopefully Saturday, when I can use my day off to good effect! Naomi will be puzzled, Emily will be repentant and I think maybe Mini will get lucky...who knows?

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