A Princess Is What I Am

I work at this place, 23, first office jobs, first job with benefits. But I am not so softly told I need to dress more appropriately, see the nipple isn't in the dress code. Amber the Exec Secretary takes me to the mall, she gets in the dressing room with me and lets me know my underwear won't do. Start with princess panties and the rest will follow. Plus what if one of the execs pulls your pants down and you're wearing Jockeys.? She reminds me, panties set the tone.

Amber becomes my office friend, at time sitting beside me she lays her head on my shoulder, she's always touching my hand. Don't you see it? My coworker says, she's into you, wants to kiss you, everyone can see it. Amber invites me to go out with her and some friends. We end up at ladies night with girls dancing with girls, kissing and hanging out. It's always ladies night at that club, do you want to dance?

We're sitting in a booth, she's up against me, she turns and tells me my eyes are so bright, that is what attracted me to her. She's looking into my eyes, begging for a kiss, but I'm no dyke. The moment's over, she turns away, her feelings hurt, she pushes my hand away. No missy it's not like that, I'm just not a dyke, I love you but not in that way.

At her apartment later that night I show her I'm wearing the panties she had me buy when I started work. I told her I feel like a princess when I wear them, and I lay back on her bed. She leans over, I let her kiss me, unbutton my shirt, unsnap my bra, suck on my nipples, work my jeans down and off, kiss my wet panties before slipping them off. I'm a princess not a dyke.