Sheila’s New Project

Chapter 4

MC, MF, FF,

     Sheila Johnson stood before the full-length mirror she’d recently purchased. She had taken a liking to watching herself during workouts and after, when she was naked ready for her post workout shower. She eyed herself appreciatively. Her breasts were large and stood out from her chest. There was no visible scar and she found her hands drawn to her erect nipples. She lightly fondled herself, waves of pleasure giving her a thrill. She turned and looked at her ass, happy with the results of her hard work, diet and exercise. Her tummy was flat and well defined. Her legs, hips and thighs were toned and shapely. In recent days, she’d begun noticing the look that men were giving her. They’d literally undress her with their eyes. At one time, such conduct would’ve made her angry, but now it made her tingle and blush. “Thank you Dr. Lemone, I owe you one.”

     Sheila got ready for work, picking the most modest clothes in her remaining wardrobe. She wore a sensible white blouse and mid-length skirt. She turned, first this way, then the other. Her blouse, rather than hiding her assets, actually seemed to make her more alluring. It was buttoned all the way up, but it didn’t matter. It was pretty, she was hot and there was nothing she could or would do about it. She chose her favorite shoes, pretty black pumps with 3" heels.

     “Ok, I have to focus” Sheila told herself. “I’m sure that the information in need is in that office somewhere. Once I find it, I can go on the offensive. For now, I’ve got to make sure that nobody doubts for a minute I’m Sheila. Sheila did her make-up. As it turned out, Sheila liked quite a bit more make-up than Michelle ever did. She wore lots more mascara and eye shadow, rouge and lipstick. Sheila took special care applying the lipstick, enjoying the feeling of the slick red cosmetic. As a final touch Sheila sprayed Obsession cologne(her new favorite) on and brushed her blonde hair. She laughed and said “at least the hair is still it’s natural color. Boys like blondes, especially real ones.”

     Sheila got to the office a few minutes early, hoping to get a chance to poke around without interruption from anyone else. She made her way back to her work area and began by starting up the coffee. It had become her personal chore to make the coffee, in fact she had actively sought out the responsibility. It was a disarmingly normal thing for a new office clerk to do, to carve out a niche for herself with her co-workers. Whatever else she planned to achieve, she must first be accepted as one of the crew. And the aroma of coffee was a perfect vector for carrying her pheremonic assault to it’s intended targets.

     Sheila quickly skimmed the contents of the first 15 files in her in-stack before anyone else arrived at the office. Sara was the next to arrive, stopping back by Sheila’s office space to say “hi”. Sheila took a look at Sara and noticed Sara was wearing much more feminine attire than usual. Sheila greeted Sara with a whistle. “You go girl, you’re looking great today. It’s almost worth watching Ms. Hood go off when she gets a look at your outfit.” Sara laughed, and began a little dance. “Ding dong, the witch is in Key West till next week....la la la la la la! Wanna go to lunch with me today?” Sheila laughed too, and accepted the offer. “Sure, lunch would be great.” Sheila knew that Sara could be an ally and she could always use a friend. Especially since at this point. Sheila Johnson didn’t have a friend in the world. She liked Sara and she admired the way Sara used her femininity to put people at ease. Sara always made an impression with men and Sheila mentally took notes of her style.

     It was excellent news that Ms. Hood would be away. It made the atmosphere around the office a lot less formal and relaxed. It also gave Sheila a chance to be a little less productive and a lot more nosy. Her boss Dave Miller was very busy and the first few days of her work didn’t look in on her more than once or twice. His supervision was very minimal and it fell into a pattern she could predict. Dave would look in on her by 10:00am, probably just to make sure she was there. Then he’d look in on her about 2:00pm, just to see if she was doing anything. In between, she was pretty much left to her own devices.

    She was beginning to get discouraged when she found a file marked “Projects”. At first, there were the usual memos on quit smoking clinic expansion and weight loss market projections. Memory Dynamics was the fastest growing company in the marketplace of personal habit modification. It had offices in every state, even South Dakota and Wyoming. It was an amazing growth curve and the press notices sure helped. She saw from one memo that Memory Dynamics even held special retreats for influential media people, paying all the expenses for their fact finding. Sheila knew that the media people had probably been manipulated and their glowing reviews stoked the Memory Dynamics growth spurt.

     Then she found it. Her smoking gun. A memo from J. Reed copied to D. Miller, M. Hood and B. Kelly. It was titled “Catalyst Assimilation” and detailed the disposition and utilization of “Catalyst” techniques and hardware. It made clear that despite the scandal, there was much useful data that could be salvaged from the demise of the Institute. There it was. It tied together the corporate office workers and the CIA mole Reed. She knew all she needed to know to get started. She would unleash “Catalyst” on them and find out all she could from them before she went after Marx, Thomas and Reed.

     “Hey girl, you ready for lunch yet?” Sara said, peeking playfully around the door to the file room. “Sure” said Sheila, flushed with her success and more than a little hungry. “Let’s go get a burger at Millies and then maybe do some window shopping” said Sara, taking Sheila by the arm. “I’ll drive” said Sara, pointing to a red Miata convertible. “Nice car, I bet you turn a lot of heads driving this around.” said Sheila. “Yeah, guys love a girl in a rag top. Most guys are really little boys at heart, and you know how boys like their toys. The trick is, you gotta make them think all your good ideas are really theirs. Once you learn the secret, boys are a lot of fun. And they buy you lots of stuff too.” The girls laughed and Sara pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Sara set the parking brake and checked her hair in the visor mirror. Pleased with the sight, she turned toward Sheila and smiled. “Hon, you look like you could use some air” and she reached over and unbuttoned the top three buttons on Sheila’s blouse. “If we play our cards right, some little boy will buy us lunch, or maybe a drink after.”

     The girls went into the restaurant, which was not quite what Sheila expected. It had loud rock music playing on a pa system and a stage on the far end of the building. It was a little smokey and there were lots of guys eating lunch and having a few beers. Sheila felt a little uncomfortable and Sara took her by the arm and led her deeper into the dimly lit space. “There’s someone I want you to meet” said Sara, sitting on a stool at the bar and getting the bartender’s attention. “Hey Mike, let Millie know we’re here.” “Sure thing Sara....do ya want the usual?” “Yeah Mike, one for me and one for my friend here” said Sara, pointing to Sheila, who still felt a little out of place, but had taken a seat next to Sara. “What kind of place is this Sara?” said Sheila, taking in her surroundings and noticing the decor. “It looks like a strip club or something.” said Sheila, checking out the...ahem...art on the walls. “Yeah hun, I guess it is, but that stuff doesn’t start till 8pm. Till then, it’s just a great place to eat lunch.” Sheila felt more uncomfortable than ever, and Sara noticed. “It’s ok hun, don’t worry. I come here all the time and Millie always makes sure nobody bothers me.”

     With that, she turned toward the bar as a man talking to the bartender made his way toward their seats. “Millie!” Sara said and leaned forward to give the man a hug. “Millie, this is Sheila, my new friend from work. That old bitch Ms. Hood is out of town this week and we came out for a long lunch and cool drink or two...can ya help us.” Millie laughed and said “nobody as pretty as the two of you ever spent a dime in my place for anything.” And with that, the bartender delivered two huge margaritas and a bowl of chips and salsa. “Dig in girls, your burgers will be up in a few minutes.” said the bartender. “Sheila, any friend of Sara’s is a friend of mine. Welcome to Millies.” Sheila felt a little bit less uncomfortable, but she looked at the margarita with apprehension. “I don’t think we should be drinking alcohol at lunch.” Sara laughed and said “girlfriend, a couple of drinks never hurt anyone and I don’t think that anyone’s gonna notice our long lunch.” She took a big drink of her drink and said “come on hun, you really need to loosen up a bit.”

     Sheila sat there, looking at her new friend and realized this was the first time in months she was living like a normal person. What could it hurt, she thought to herself and took a big sip of her own margarita and dipped a chip into the salsa. “What the Hell, you only live once” said Sheila, laughing. In a couple of minutes with most of their first drinks gone, Millie returned with two burgers and a big order of fries.

Sheila looked him over and said “how did an attractive guy like you end up getting called Millie?” Millie laughed and said “actually my name is Miller. My lawyer said it would be easier getting a liquor license if I gave the place a cutesy name. By the time they realized that Millie was really Miller, we were up and running. Lawyers suck... that is, of course unless yours is saving your ass.” Millie looked Sheila up and down and turned to Sara. “You weren’t kidding. She really is a looker. Someone like her could make a lot of money here. And you know I’m always looking for fresh talent.” Sheila heard every word and blushed furiously. She was secretly flattered and for an instant she could see herself up on the stage. Her reverie was interrupted by Sara’s reaction. “Hey Millie...what did I tell you about that! Some of my girlfriends get really insulted when you do that. Sheila has the body for that sort of thing, no doubt about it, but she’s an educated woman. She doesn’t need all the money she’d make here. She’s got a good job filing stuff.” She looked at Millie and blew him a big kiss. Millie smiled back and laughed. “Ya can’t blame a guy for trying. The two of you could make a killing here. And the two of you up there together....” “Millie, you’re a pervert!” said Sara, still smiling. “We’ll keep that in mind in case of economic catastrophe. Now, how about another margarita.”

By the time the girls returned to the sunlight of the parking lot, two hours and three margaritas later, they were having fun and feeling no pain. “What do you say we go look at some clothes?” Sara said, starting the car and checking her look in the vanity mirror. “Shouldn’t we go back to the office.” said Sheila, half heartedly. “Girl, it’s like I told you. The wicked witch is out of town and nobody else there will even notice if we take a little longer. There’s a great shoe store I wanna show you.” Sheila, feeling more relaxed than she had in months, said “Sara, I just want to thank you for showing me around and making me feel welcome. I’m having a blast...let’s go.”

     The wind in her hair felt marvelous and so did the sun on her skin. “God I feel great Sara” said Sheila. “Isn’t Millie the greatest,” said Sara, shifting into third and changing lanes. “Yeah, he’s a nice guy.” said Sheila. “He’s really liked what he saw when he was checking you out girl. And you know he wasn’t kidding about you making a killing. You’re a real knockout.” Sara guided the car and picked out a parking place. If she’d been paying attention to Sheila instead of driving, she’d have seen Sheila reaction: a flush of nervous excitement. “Is this the place Sara,” said Sheila, smiling. “Girl you’re gonna love the pumps they have in here.

     The girls laughed as they entered the store. The sign on the door announced the name of the store in bold lettering . “Lookers is a fun name for a shoe store.” said Sheila. “Just wait until you see them and you’ll understand.” Sheila was immediately drawn to a pair of shinny black pumps with 4'’ heels and a strap across the ankle. “Ooh” she said, making a little “O” with her mouth and holding the shoe up to inspect it. She loved it and she hadn’t even tried it on yet. “See girl, I knew it. I knew you’d like the stuff in here. It only took you a minute and you already found a pair to take home.” said Sara. Sheila didn’t usually indulge in impulsive purchases, but once she tried on the shoes, she knew she had to have them. She usually had such a hard time finding shoes she liked, but in the space of just ten minutes she had found 3 pairs here she had to have. Usually, she’d never do something so frivolous, but it was her lucky day and all the shoes she wanted were half off their regular price.

     Sara wandered through the store, checking out the other merchandise. “Sheila honey, you gotta see this beautiful stuff.” she called to Sheila across the room as the store clerk wrapped her selections. “What is it Sara?” Sara held up pretty garters and showed Sheila the different hose patterns. “Aren’t they just to die for,” Sara said, smiling. “I ‘ve never worn anything like that” said Sheila. “Don’t tell me you still wear pantyhose.” Sara said feigning shock. “Once you’ve worn something as beautiful and sexy as this, you’ll never go back.” Sheila was curious. She never even thought about wearing a garter belt or fine silks before. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. She had to have them. Sheila got such a rush of excitement from the idea she picked out the prettiest stockings and garters to match. She felt amazing and she was wearing the first pair of shoes that spoke to her. She loved the way they felt and the way they looked and the way they changed the way she walked into a lovely sway. She knew she would turn heads and break hearts.