Scott was on top of the world he was executive manager, he was good at it. But he was a bit of sexism chauvinistic womanizer, that he considers woman for his pleasure. One day at those time the that his secretary was on his desk. Her skirt around her waist. Her knickers on the desk, her stay ups on her legs, her legs wrap on his shoulders. As he was doing her like he did dozens of times. Has he finish doing her this time. As he pulled his shorts on, redid his slacks, he slumped down on his chair.
Then as he woke up again, there was bright light for a moment it was shape of a girl he thought maybe. As vision clear he saw a imagine of beautiful woman in sorta retro short outfit. As his head clear, he still remembered his/her former memory. But he/she was remembering other things just as clear. Who she was known, that wearing these clothes were strangely normal and common for her, and that was she local prostitute. Strangely it troubles her. She on the streets for hours and didn't get one guy. Then before midnight. Scott instinctively went to her place; she noticed it looked it was 1982. Or that what it looked at felt like.
As she enters her place, yes place. In her kitchen table was goblet of some kind of liquid. Scott drank it felt full. Then after several minutes Scott felt tired, and slowly stripped of her outfit place on a chair next her bed. Then she wore a semi-transparent short nightgown and matching panties. As she hit the bed, she quickly slept thought the night.
The next Scott woke up naked sweating, her thighs ached. She some memory have carnal sex a man, it both bothered Scott and excited her at same time. Scott tried to remember it but couldn't remember, if it real or dream, I can't think like that, it was a nightmare. Why was thinking I had sex with men, physically and mental. But she got some pleasure of it. \
Then she showered and dried off. There was another goblet which she drank again. Then she started to dress again. Before Scott left her place. There is a strange golden triangle coin. In a glass bowl. Scott picked it up. And looked at it. She at it felt strangely familiar for known reasons. She put it back. And the go to the streets tried to pick a guy for sex, a BJ anything. But again, there strangely again Scott, couldn't find a customer. Then again, she when to her place again. Scott could understand why, she going back, why this place looks like something out of 1980's. It should bother she in several things, like being a girl, a prostitute. Why again her is bad. Then again, the goblet was again filled. Her sleep wear there clean again, she is again. The next Scott was naked, and she felt had sex again that night. And again, shower she shower again. And again, that goblet again filled. She drinks and gets dressed again. And another triangle golden coin next, the other one. And again she waits for a customer, and again nothing. The Scott the same thing returning home again and again. The same thing happen, it should bother her. But it doesn't it's like Scott is doing the same over and over again. Every few days question it, but it didn't bother her.
Was she in heaven which mean she suppose be a girl, but prostitute. If is hell this is strangest hell all, was this something else a ----, Scott thought, when the take on hand, other the strange triangle coins filling the bowl What happen if is filled?
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