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My cell phone rang as I stepped from the train onto the platform. My commute from the suburbs to the city had ended in its predictable way, a call from Mom to catch up on my life since yesterday. Because I was always up and away from the house before Mom and Dad were awake, the morning phone call had taken the place of the conversations we used to have over breakfast before school.The usual pleasantries followed. When was I going to look for a better job than being an office temp? A job that offered benefits and security… She’d just begun to express wishes that I find a guy. ‘I’m not getting any younger… Grandkids would be nice to have around while I’m still young enough to enjoy them…’ At that point, pleading to be in a hurry, I hung up and checked my messages to make certain I had the correct time for my first appointment.I had plenty of time so, stopping at the Coffee Clutch, I sat at one of the tables outside on the sidewalk to enjoy the perfect weather with my coffee. A short block away was the apartment I kept in the city that my parents knew nothing about. I’d given serious thought to moving out of my parents’ house and to the city. I was almost 19. At the point of my life where most girls my age were in college, married, working and living in their own place or all of the above. Money was no longer an issue, but… But, the city was less than an hour’s ride by train from our suburb. If Mom knew I had an apartment she would be dropping by at all hours of the day and any day of the week. I’d never be able to keep my secret a secret.Instead, I lived at home in the bedroom which had been mine since I was sleeping in a cradle. Mom and I still rode bikes together. Shopped together. Gardened, talked and watched weepy-eye Lifetime/Hallmark movies together. To keep Mom happy I even went out on dates occasionally, so she’d know I was looking for a husband.Dad? Oh, he huffed and puffed and bellowed like an elephant wondering, ‘When are you going to leave the damned nest so your mom and me can have some damned peace and quiet around here!’ But on Saturday mornings after falling asleep on the couch during a late night binge of watching the afore-mentioned weepy-eye movies, I’d find a blanket covering me and Dad making a huge breakfast while yelling, ‘Eat, you idiot child, and put some meat on those skinny bones so you have the energy to find your own damned place and leave me in peace!’ Yeah, I’ve had Daddy figured out and wrapped around my little finger since I took my first steps.Thinking of steps, I looked at my watch and began stepping towards the brownstone my apartment was in. I couldn’t have wished for a more perfect location to live. Two blocks from my train stop in one direction and one block from the subway in another. In the lobby I checked my mailbox (empty) and then ran the stairs for the cardio. On the third floor landing I met Danny heading down. A junior in college, Danny lived in the apartment below mine. Jeans, t-shirt and looking delicious as always kaçak iddaa in a rumpled way. I knew he had a little crush on me and wanted to ask me out. School work, part-time jobs, lack of money and a bad case of shyness kept him from asking.Exchanging ‘Heys’, I was several steps past when I heard him stumble and almost fall with the thud of a bookbag hitting the steps echoing in the stairwell. Grinning, I tried very hard not to laugh. I just knew he’d turned his head to check out my butt and tripped. I stopped on the landing above his and watched as he fumbled for his dropped bag.”You okay, Danny?””Ahh, yeah. Just clumsy, I guess. You know,” Danny changed the subject by pointing to my coffee. “It’d be cheaper to brew coffee instead of going out to buy one every morning.”I’d made up the story of going out for coffee when Danny met me coming in, as he was going out once too often. “I know. I guess I just like the taste.””Hey, Olivia,” Danny said as I was turning to go the remaining steps to my floor. “Thanks. I know I haven’t told you, but having someone as quiet as you above me, I mean, living in the apartment above mine, it’s really great. I saw the hardwood floors when I moved in and I was afraid that I’d be hearing the clump, clump, clump of footsteps at all hours. How someone as big as you can move so quietly, well, when I’m trying to study, it really means a lot.”Since the reason I was away and not in the apartment at night would be too hard to explain, I just took the compliment with one reservation. “Someone as big as I am?””I meant as tall as you. You’re nowhere near fat! You have an incredible… I mean, your body is totally… Ahh…”The laughter I’d kept in earlier bubbled out and I took pity on the shy nerd. “It’s fine, Danny, and thanks for the stammered-out almost compliment. I gotta run to get to work on time, but score an A on a test for me today.”I had a corner apartment on the top floor. No clumping footsteps above me to have to put up with. Closing the door behind me I tossed my keys on the table beside the door and breathed in the sweet smell of privacy. This was my first apartment and although I didn’t spend much time here, it was still mine. All mine! I could decorate it the way I liked. Paint the walls the colors I liked. Buy furniture that I liked. I could even run naked through all the rooms. Cook in the nude. Throw caution to the wind and even fry bacon in the nude! Tried that once. Hot bacon grease spattering out of the skillet had me grabbing for an apron very quickly. So, ok, probably wouldn’t fry bacon in the nude again, but the important point was I could if I wanted to.Going to the bedroom, I stripped and tossed all my clothes onto the bed before opening the doors to my closets. The outfits I wore to and from home were for Dad and Mom’s benefit. The clothes I kept here in my apartment were my real work clothes. Shopping in stores I could never afford on my pay as an office temp had filled my closets with beautiful garments. Knowing who I was kaçak bahis meeting, I picked out a black dress. Shaking my head, imagining what my dad would say if he saw me headed out the door for a date in a dress this short and without a bra, I laid it on the bed. Hosery, garter belt and panties, also black, joined the dress. Stooping, I surveyed the choices I had in heels and picked my ash colored Christian Louboutins. Unlike many of my friends who exceeded 5’8″, I liked being tall. Unless I’d had another growth spurt, I was still just under six foot tall in my bare feet. The four inch heels of my Louboutin’s would elevate me to about 6’4″ and the client I was seeing this morning liked tall women. Tall women in short dresses and no panties I remembered. The panties on my bed went back into my dresser’s drawer.With wardrobe picked out, that left the proper handbag to complete the assembly. Transferring what I’d need from the department store handbag I’d brought from home to an ash colored Celine Trapeze handbag took only a minute. Earrings and rings were removed and laid on my dress from home, where I couldn’t help but remember them. My Cartier watch was the only indulgence I allowed myself to wear home. It was exhausting enough to remember to leave behind my jewelry. Luckily, my parents wouldn’t know a four thousand dollar Cartier Rose Gold watch from a ten dollar watch bought at Wal-Mart. Checking the time before removing it, I headed into my bathroom to do my makeup and hair.Thirty minutes later I was dressed. Sitting, I adjusted my hose and, putting my hand between dress and flesh, pulled my tits up to show more cleavage. Inspecting myself in the mirror, I nodded. With a silk wrap for street wear my own mom would have to look twice to recognize me as her daughter. Ready to leave, my last action was to spritz the air three times with my favorite perfume and then walk under the sweet-smelling fog.My actions this Monday morning would probably have confused almost everyone. But, there was a perfectly logical explanation that I hoped I’d never have to use. You see, a month after graduating high school, I actually was working for an office temp agency. Living at home to save money while trying to decide ja oder nein (three years of high school German) on the whole college thing. I’d finished working for the day at the job I’d been sent to and was in front of the building trying to flag down a taxi, when a lady had approached, handed me a card and offered me a job if I were interested.DISCREETOFFICESERVICES.COM… The address on the card she’d handed me was in the same building where I’d just worked but on a different floor. Inviting me upstairs to her office, she’d poured coffee and…~~~~”Discreet? Sounds like you work for the CIA or something,” I joked, setting my purse down beside my chair and accepting the coffee mug Marla offered me.”Or something,” Marla replied with a small smile, leaning back in the leather chair behind her desk. Holding her coffee mug in both hands, illegal bahis she inspected me. “I’ve noticed you working in the building this past week. You’re a very pretty young lady. Head cheerleader and Prom Queen in high school, I bet.””Thanks for the compliments.” I felt the heat of a blush on my cheeks. I’d never felt comfortable accepting compliments for things I’d been born with. After all, how much credit can you take for being the recipient of a lucky arrangement of bits and pieces of genetic code? “But you lost your bet. Cheerleader, yes, but not the head cheerleader, and I got enough votes to be a member of the Queen’s Court, but not the Prom Queen.””If I lost, then you won. I’ve got a job offer for you. You see, ten years ago I was sitting in a chair much like the one you are sitting in now and looking across a desk very much like this one. I was being offered the same opportunity I’m offering to you. Different office, different city, of course, but the offer was the same.””And in just ten years you worked your way up to being the boss? Or CEO, or whatever your job title is? You must have been very hard-working.””I was. Also, the job I was offered, and am now offering to you, has sort of an expiration date. You either move up to management in a few years or you leave the field entirely. Eight months ago I chose to move here, open my own agency and move up to management.””Well, you must be doing something right. I mean, your office decor cost thousands! I measured an office to help order furniture for a new Vice-President of a company I temped at. I saw the magazine they were ordering furniture from, so I know something about how much furniture like this costs.” I reached out to run my hand over the smooth surface of her desk. “Solid walnut. Probably cost more than I’ll make in a year on my salary.””Very perceptive of you. So, in a nutshell, let me make my pitch to you. Out there,” Marla began with a graceful, encompassing wave of her hand. “Out there in the city, there are hundreds, thousands, of successful men and women. They became successful because of long hours of hard work. Long hours of hard work which left them exhausted and with few opportunities to enjoy the fruits of their hard work.”They had little time or energy to socialize, to date, to meet new people, to fall in love. Some of them remained single. Some settled for ‘good enough’,” Marla said with air quotes. “Most of my target demographic are in their middle-to-late thirties. All of them well off financially and tired of being single. Tired of having settled for ‘good enough’.”They’re out there looking for the excitement that was denied to them when they were on their way up the corporate ladder and not so well off financially. Unfortunately for them and fortunately for me and perhaps you, a leopard doesn’t change its spots so easily. They are still stuck on that corporate treadmill. Long hours of hard work is all they’ve ever known for so long, that getting off that treadmill seems impossible for them.”Marla shrugged her shoulders to express bewilderment at the idea that people would voluntarily work so hard. Rising from her chair, she walked from behind her desk to the chair beside mine and sat.