I have become infatuated with a male model that I found on the internet. He is absolutely beautiful. Of course encountering him in real life would never happen, so to quench my infatuation I wrote a short erotic story. I hope you enjoy it.
I had been temping for the last summer in NY getting to know the area and the fashion businesses. So far every job had been in small companies for short stint of times, but I liked the newness, learning new things. When I got a call to temp at the Dolce & Gabanna head office my heart jumped out of my chest.
"Sally are you sure? I mean its high end fashion! They are going to keel over when they see a plus size woman come into their office" my palms started to sweat, and my heart was thumping like a rabbit's
"Regina I'm sure and yes, I unfortunately had to advise them that you are plus size but, that out of all the others I have you are the most reliable. I recommended you, and you have style and fashion sense. All you have to do is cover for their regular girl while she has her tonsils out, a few weeks at best."
Silence
"Regina this is a chance of a life time, even if it doesn't work out they are paying top dollar and you get discounts!" the voice on the other end of the line was very convincing.
"Okay" I whispered
"What? I couldn't hear you?" Sally strained to hear her answer
"OK! I will do it. What time am I supposed to be there and who am I to meet with?" I got all the information and hung up the phone.
"What have I gotten myself into" and I looked at the terrified fat girl in the mirror.
I had gotten up extra early so I was on time, who I was fooling, I couldn't sleep anyway. I looked in the mirror and saw my puffy eyes; I cut some cucumber up and placed them on my eyes for a bit. I had pulled out a simple black dress out of the closet with a pair of Steve Madden heels. There were a few high end things that I had acquired. My dress was sleeveless, so I put on a cute little black shrug that had red roses sewn on the collars. My hair was pulled into a nice French twist and my thick bangs framed my face. I did soft classic makeup cat eyeliner and red lips.
I was lucky because I lived in the East Village and it was only a cab ride away.to the NY corporate office for Dolce & Gabbana. I got out of the cab, and stood in front of the double doors, the place exuded wealth and fashion and I felt very common.
I took a deep breath and made my way to the doors. The guard blocked my way and advised that they are not open yet.
"Yes, I realize that. I am a temp and suppose to start today" It added to my nervousness and I fidgeted from foot to foot waiting for the guard to clear me.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Ms. they are waiting for you inside" and he unlocked the door and let me in.
"Thank you" I said and walked into the immaculate lobby
"Regina, is it?" the beautiful woman asked as she made her way to me. She walked like a model
"Yes, Ms. Sinclair?" I extended my hand to her and was greeted with a strong hand shake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, and please call me Celine and thank you for being on time. You'd be surprised how even temps can't be on time" she rolled her eyes. I automatically followed her to the office the whole time she rattled of what was expected. She gave me a print out of all the phone extensions and meeting for the day.
"Being on time is a pet peeve of mine, sometimes I am too early" I admitted shyly.
"That is never something to apologize for" and she winked at me
I really liked her, she wasn't into herself and you could tell she gave her all for D&G, I think I am a good judge of character and she got my 'safe' clearance.
"You will have a script how we like the phones answered; everyone gets screened to the executive level. No one comes in without an announcement and an escort. If the guard is busy then you will escort them. Put the phones directly to voicemail and take them where they need to go. I don't care if they say they have been here before, no one goes unescorted." There was a lot expected from the receptionist and I hoped I remembered them all. The doors opened promptly at 9am, there I was looking at the most beautiful people in the city and they actually had some regard for me. I guess I was the gate keeper and they respected that.
My first day was very exciting and busy. For lunch I went down to the cafeteria and everything was free, so I grabbed a parfait and granola bar, something that wasn't too heavy and a fruit water, made with slices of fresh fruit. So amazingly delicious. I sneaked a piece of cheesecake which I put in a container so I can take home. Pastries, my weakness.
Right as I was putting the phones on overnight voicemail, Celine came down
"Regina, you did a wonderful job today, and with little assistance. Thank you for making my day easier. See you in the morning" and with that she was out the door.
I felt real good about myself and the guard hailed a cab for me.
"Thank you, have a good evening" and I was on my way home.
Sally called me and raved about how much they loved me as D&G.
"Keep up the good work Regina "and that was the extent of our conversation.
The rest of the week went by like a whirl wind, met a lot of celebrities and they appreciated that I didn't make them feel out of place. I figured this is their quite time, who wants to deal with fans.
Friday was coming to a close and that is when I met HIM. For some reason the office was a-buzz and all the women had been coming to the lobby all morning and afternoon. Some I never seen more than once in the day, and here they were, coming to check for 'messages' and mail. Even Celine was dressed to the 'nines'. Friday's were 'dress down' day, as much as you can dress down for D & G, so today I wore palazzo pants with a pair of smart heeled loafers, and an off the shoulder silk blouse and a red sash. I got a lot of compliments which surprised me. I decided that I would keep my hair in the French twist, because it looked so professional
The doors opened and when I looked to see who was entering I got the glare of the sun in my eyes. Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me, I blinked several times until I could focus.
He was trying to hold in his laugh
"Maybe we should get you a pair of sunglasses?" he had he most beautiful English accent, his voice was a melodious baritone and he smelled divine.
"Or maybe new corneas, because these are burnt" I was rubbing my eyelids trying to clear the sun blindness.
Then I really heard him laugh.
When I looked up, there stood before me was Adonis. His eyes were cornflower blue and he had a day's growth of stubble on his square jaw. He casually leaned on the desk and with his other hand he was blocking the sun.
"How's that?" he smiled.
"Better" I whispered, alarms were going off in my mind. 'Be professional'
"Sorry about that, who are you here to see sir?" I asked totally oblivious to who I was speaking too
He raised an eyebrow as if saying 'You don't know who I am?" I guess from the blank look on my face confirmed it.
He cleared his voice and hid his smile with his other hand.
"I have a 4:30 with Mr. Christophe Albarran" he said as he leaned on the counter, looking on my list of names
He reached over and pointed "there I am David Gandy"
I pulled the list towards me so he couldn't see the other names on the list, and again he laughed incredulously.
"I will take you up to Mr. Albarran's office if you will follow me" I stood and put the phones to voicemail.
"Oh you don't have too, I know the way" and he started walking ahead of me.
I grabbed his arm to stop him "I'm sorry sir, but it is my responsibility to show everyone up to the executive level, no exceptions" and I used my most cold/firm receptionist voice
"I am sorry Ms....?" He asked my name
"Regina will do" I couldn't be a bitch all the time and I smiled
