Jenny woke up, but could not open her eyes just yet. The world was spinning. She drank too much yesterday, that was clear. Flashbacks of sucking feet slowly crept into her mind while she tried to shake off the feeling of dizziness. Then an image of Clint fucking her crept up in her head. He was above her, and they did it missionary. Her legs were spread wide, and she kissed him over and over again and begged for more cock. Jennifer opened her eyes and realized she was in his bed, cuddled up against her client. 

Clint was already awake and greeted her with a cheeky smile. Fuck! Jenny felt sick. She had to vomit. She jumped up from the bed and rushed through the door to the bathroom, bent over, and puked into the toilet. This reminded her of college. She felt a bit better afterward, although her stomach was growling. She stood up, and Clint was already behind her, handing her a tissue. Jenny wiped off the saliva and said, "Thanks. Sorry you had to see me like that." She sighed and put a hand on her head. "God, I feel awful." 

Clint said gently, "It’s fine, Jenny. You just drank a bit too much yesterday." She shook her head and felt like crying. It wasn’t just that. She also regretted sleeping with her client again, but she didn’t want to open that topic right now.

"By the way, aren’t you late for work?" 

Jenny gave a start. "Shit! What time is it?" She walked back to the bedroom, looking for her phone. 

Clint said, "Around ten. I guess you won’t have time for breakfast?" he sounded amused. Jenny wasn’t. 

"Very funny. I can’t go to work like this. I don’t even have any clothes here. No, I have to call in sick and come up with an excuse for calling in so late. Shit!" She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, but as she went through her contacts, the Client's hand appeared in front of the screen and blocked her view. 

"Hey, let me… oh…"

She saw the most peculiar red light. It danced inside his ring. She never saw it doing that before. The client's hand moved to the right, but Jenny turned her head and did not let the light out of her sight. 

Then, she heard Clint's voice. "You will go to work now, Jenny. You can wear the outfit you wore yesterday. It’s not perfect, but you have no choice. You must hurry, though. You won’t have time for anything besides getting dressed and going to work. You don’t even have time to call them or even use the bathroom. You need to rush over there as fast as you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." 

"What will you do now?" 

"I will get dressed in my outfit from yesterday and drive straight to work." 

Clint lowered his arm and asked, "Are you sure? You should really not go there like this." 

Jenny swiftly grabbed the pink microskirt from the ground and pulled it up. "It’s fine, Clint. Don’t worry about it, alright?" 

She was mildly annoyed by the male commentary. She was already stressed enough. Didn’t he understand that she had no other choice? She pulled the tube top above her breasts and wished she had a bra. If she only had more time! Jenny snatched her pink purse. "I’m sorry about the mess, but I really gotta run!" 

Jenny turned to Clint with an apologetic gaze, but he nodded and smiled with an understanding in his eyes. He extended his fist, and Jenny bent her knee, kissing Clint‘s ring to say goodbye.

'The mess' was referring to the glitter explosion. There was glitter on the floor, in the bed, and all over Clint. She hoped that this meant that she wasn’t as covered in it anymore, but there was no time to check. 

Clint said, "No worries, Christina will handle it. Go find me a job, then!" Jenny nodded and turned to the door. 

Then she heard Clint make a short smacking sound with his lips. Like a kissing sound. She turned around, walked up to him, and just wanted to give him a passionate kiss when he pulled back and said, "Whoa, never mind! You really should brush your teeth before you go." 

She frowned at him and left without another word. He knew she didn’t have time for that! She had to get to work!

***

Jennifer sat in her car in the office parking lot and cried. It was an absolute shit show. All of her colleagues either laughed at her outfit or looked at her in shock or pity. She couldn’t even be mad at them. She looked like a cheap whore! One minute after she sat down in her office, her boss came in. She never saw him so angry about her wardrobe. Then he smelled the alcohol on her and sent her home with a warning. 

What was she thinking?! 

Jenny dried her tears and took a deep breath. She calmed herself down enough to make her way home. She took a long shower and went straight to bed. She felt miserable already, but before she fell back asleep, some more images from last night resurfaced: 

She was licking Clint’s balls while she had a… tongue in her asshole? No, that couldn’t be right. Whose tongue would that be? Then another image flashed up with the answer: She was kissing the maid, but both of them were naked. They made out! 

Jenny remembered in a flash that she said, "I love your feet." The next image in her head was sucking the maids' feet while sitting on Clint's face. Jenny opened her eyes and felt nauseous again. She ran to the bathroom and puked once more, then brushed her teeth, took a pill, and went back to bed. 

This time, she managed to fall asleep.

***

Jenny woke up in the afternoon to her ringing phone. Of course, it was Clint. She took a deep breath and mentally prepared her act. She picked up and said with the most cheerful voice she could muster…

"Heeey, Clint! How are you?"

"Oh, great, really. How are you?"

"Super, thanks for asking! How can I help you?"

"Well, I just wanted to check on you after the rush this morning. Got any trouble?"

"Oh, no, nothing to worry about, really."

"Oh, really? I didn’t expect that. Well, glad to hear you’re doing well."

"Oh yes, I’m always busy as a bee."

"Good, good. So, did you already find some interesting company for me?"

"Ehm, not yet, but I promise you, Clint - I will get you results in no time!"

"Lovely. So I tried to call you at work first, but they said you were sick today. What’s that all about then?"

"Oh… I mean… that must have been a misunderstanding. I- I’m not sick, obviously. I just... uhm...  had to get home to change my outfit."

"Ah, I see. So are you still at home then?"

"Uhm, yeah, but I’m like almost on my way back to the office, and then I’ll be laser-focused on getting you a sweet job, alright?"

"Actually, I need you to do something else first."

"Oh, like what?"

"I’ll show you. You can just stay at home, and I’ll see you in ten minutes, alright?"

"Ten minutes? Wait, but I really need to get back to work, Clint."

"Come on, I am your only client right now, am I not? So, as long as you don’t have a new job for me, you’re available for service, right? That was the deal, wasn’t it? I could always call your company and ask them, if you’re not sure…"

"…No, you’re right, of course, sorry. I’ll be ready. See you in ten!"

She hung up.

"Fuck!"

Jenny tossed her phone back and hurried to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth again and quickly grabbed a casual outfit from her dresser. Black top with a vest to cover more ground, some leggings, and a long skirt. Then she rushed back to the bathroom, brushed her hair, and applied some quick basic face magic to make the bags under her eyes disappear. The bell rang just when she tossed her outfit from yesterday into the laundry basket.

Jenny opened the door, and Clint stood in the hallway, dressed as simply as ever. He said, "Hi"

and held up his fist, so Jenny could kiss his ring hello and let him in. 

"Nice to see you again so soon", she lied. She really needed a break after yesterday, but the job was the job. 

"Yeah, I missed you too, " he said jokingly. 

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked politely, but Clint ignored the question. He looked at her and seemed to think of something else. 

"Didn‘t we do the outfit thing already?" 

"What are you talking about?" she was confused. 

He mumbled, "Probably just temporary…," and shook his head. "Anyway, we need to talk." 

Jenny and Clint sat down on her living room couch, and she looked at him curiously. "What is it, Clint?" 

He said, "A bunch of things, actually. Three points I need to talk to you about and one thing I need you to do for me." 

Jenny faked a smile and said, "Anything for my favorite client." 

Clint smiled at that and said, "First: I can sense that there is a certain distance between us. It’s as if you're not really genuine with me sometimes. Like all this friendliness is just an act. I mean… Am I just imagining it or…?" 

He looked at her expectantly. Jenny was thrown off by that question for a moment. 

She said, "Oh, Clint, no. I mean, obviously, I’m friendly to you, but not just because you’re my client. I genuinely like you a lot, and I think we would get along great, even if we had no business together. I would never have slept with you otherwise, you know?" 

She was pretty sure he swallowed that crap because his ring started glowing, and she confirmed, "What I just said is the complete truth. I truly believe and meant every word I just said." 

He replied, "That’s good to know." 

Jenny was surprised that he assumed she would fake friendliness just because he was her client. He must have met some really shallow girls before. Jenny hoped that he understood how sincere she was. She really liked him for who he was. 

"I believe you," he said with a smile, and took her hand. 

"That’s good because it’s true!" she said again with determination.

"My next point is your outfit. I’m not sure if that’s part of our contract, but if I have any say in it, I’d like you to show more skin while you’re not in the office. You‘re a pretty woman. That’s the reason I replied to your message in the first place. Feels like a waste to walk around like this, don’t you think?" 

Jenny frowned and thought about her reply. She started with "Okay, noted, " and swallowed the sexism. "The outfits I wear in private are, as the name says, private. As my client, you do have the right to tell me what to do, so technically, yes, I would have to wear something else if that’s what you’d want. The thing is that requests like this can be seen as inappropriate… if you know what I mean? Same goes for sexual favors and so on, but I think we’re already past that point anyway." 

Clint listened attentively. "So you’re saying you didn’t want to have sex with me?" 

Jenny shook her head and smiled, "Oh, no, I did. I’m just saying, professionally speaking, it's kind of a grey area. It’s just... very uncommon, I guess.” 

Jenny paused for a moment, feeling odd, like there was something obvious here that she wasn’t grasping. Shaking it off, she continued, "So, about the clothes thing… As I said, I will have to do what you say, but I don’t have to like it." 

Clint raised his ring again, and it glowed. "But you do like it." Jenny nodded. She did like it. "You totally like to dress however I want you to. That’s perfectly normal for you." 

"Yeah, that’s perfectly normal for me. Wanna take a look at my wardrobe?" 

"Not necessary,” he said, lowering his hand again. ”For now, you can just strip down to your underwear and dress sexy for me in the future." 

Jenny replied, "Alright! " and swiftly dropped her vest and got rid of the blouse, exposing a simple white bra. Before she knew it, she was half-naked again.

"My third point is that I noticed you have a bunch of people you’re texting about all kinds of aspects in your life. Especially one friend of yours, Miriam, seems very involved in your life." Jenny pulled down her skirt and remembered how Clint had gone through her phone yesterday. 

She asked, "So?” She’s been my best friend since high school. We talk almost every day." 

"I just want to make sure that my privacy is protected. That you’ll keep whatever happens between us… between us." 

"Oh… yeah, of course!" She didn’t get to talk with Miri yet, but she didn’t plan on keeping anything from her, actually. Everything that happened with Clint recently was something she urgently had to discuss with her best friend.

Clint raised his ring. "You won‘t tell Miriam or anyone else anything about me or what’s going on between us. You take pride in protecting your client's privacy. It’s very important to you that I can trust you." 

Jenny said, "It’s very important that you can trust me." She’d never tell anyone about him, and the light was beautiful. 

"You don‘t feel like talking to anyone besides me anyway. All your friends, family, or coworkers are soooo exhausting. You feel the need to distance yourself from them, to take a break from all those boring, overbearing people. You‘d rather be with me and talk to me than any of them." 

Jenny floated in the light, thinking how glad she was that she could hang out with Clint instead of all those other overbearing people in her life. The light turned off. There never was one. 

Jenny said, "I promise you, everything that we do or talk about will stay with me unless you tell me otherwise. Recruiter promise!” 

She smiled, and he caressed her face. She really liked it when he touched her. 

Jenny asked, "So what was that task you had for me?" 

Clint said, "Oh, good question. I didn’t really think about it yet, to be honest. I guess I just wanted to spend more time with you. Maybe we could just watch TV or something?" 

Jenny said, "Sure, why not?" She gave him the remote and said, "Customer is king." 

Clint zapped through the channels and stopped on some animated show she didn't know about. 

"I’m a bit cold, " she noted, sitting in her underwear.

"Then why don't you come closer?" Clint suggested. 

Jenny hesitated for a moment, but then decided that she should keep her client happy and herself warm, so she snuggled up to him. 

Clint wrapped his arm around her, and she enjoyed the feeling. She wondered what exactly was going on between them. They were certainly more than just recruiter and client by now, but what exactly was hard to tell. She was single and, in general, open to a relationship, but she didn't commit easily. She usually took things slowly. 

With Clint, everything was a bit like a rollercoaster ride, though. He moved his hand over her back, and Jenny felt warm and good. Then he smacked his lips. Jenny turned her head, leaned in, and kissed him eagerly.

To be continued