I was glad that the assistant seemed so confident; a bubbly, pretty girl. She was dressed in the Company's uniform; white top and Bra with a short pleated red skirt which just covered her modesty.. She indicated towards the chair in front of her desk and smiled broadly as I sat down and smoothed my hand over the bottom of my own A line skirt, so that it wouldn't crease against the chair. A white blouse, tights and heels with a black jacket completed my outfit. I wanted to look smart, professional, for the meeting.
The girl looked down at the application form in front of her. "I'm Julie. May I call you Amanda?" she asked. I nodded.
"Well, welcome to choices. I understand that the cost of your .." She coughed and paused discreetly and looked over at me. "That it's to be met by your husband; but I see that he's chosen the platinum pack so there's no real restraint on what you might want to do but as the costs are to be met by a third party there are some procedural questions I need to ask you," she said. She smiled broadly as she could already see how excited I was. I wriggled a bit in my chair and pressed myself firmer into its leather. I was so wet inside and I could see that Julie already knew how badly I wanted to touch myself. "As you know at Choices, we pride ourselves on offering the highest quality of service in both selecting and implementing the chosen end or deaths of our clients but I do need to ask you that you fully realise that our services will result in your own death and, in particular, that, as part of your end, you may, depending on your selection, experience considerable pain, as well as humiliation prior to your death," but hearing her say it only increased my tension.
"Yes I do understand that but I wonder, did you have a glass of water?" I asked her. I pushed my crotch even further into the chair to try and stop the ache inside of me but my mouth had gone suddenly dry with the thought of it. Julie indicated towards one of the girls standing next to the central rotunda to bring over a glass of water. "That's no problem and if you do at any time need a little privacy before we carry on, please let me know," she added.
As the waitress bent to put the glass in front of me, her dress was so short, that I could see her knickers. Nylon but black sensible panties; the kind you would wear to work. I picked up the glass and gulped at the water greedily.
"Now," the girl said "I wonder if you have given any thought as to how you would like to be killed?" she asked me.
