Elle

            Always early, and always over prepared, Elle was always in control of her life… or at least, that’s what she tried to tell herself every single day.  Today, however, was not like every other day of the rest of her career; she had been sent abroad to pursue a contract, and today was the day that Elle would land this client who would make her the youngest partner at the firm.  To this end, she had dressed herself to the nines, at least in the business sense… A rich, expensive, custom tailored Italian skirt suit that flaunted her figure; showing off every delicious curve of her body, and both hemline and neckline that toyed with the boundary between professional and party hardy playgirl.  When the car arrived at its destination, and she stepped one sky high heel after another onto the carpet leading to the front door, and everyone turned to stare, she knew that she had this client in the bag.  She strutted confidently to the front desk, leaned over it ever so slightly and half whispered to the male attendant… “Monsieur La Tour is expecting me.  My name is Elle and I’m here on behalf of ‘The Firm.’” 

The male attendent got off the phone and said "Monsieur La Tour is waiting for you in his suite. 969." Elle was ready. She wanted nothing more than to be the youngest partner at the firm. She had sacrificed too much. Her freinds, her family, her social life, her sexual needs had all been compromised so that she could be ready for this oppertunity.

  As Elle waited for the eleavator to take her to her destiny, she could feel all the eyes in the lobby on her. She knew that Monsieur La Tour was a man of taste and would appriciate the time and effort she put in her appearence. Elle was not one of these new age feminists that look down on women who use there looks instead of their minds. In fact, it excited Elle thinking about the power she had over men without even saying a word.    

  She smoothed her skirt as she stepped calmly into the elevator.  “Ninth floor, sil vous plait” she said to the elevator operator with a small smile. He said nothing as he pressed the button for her, but the look of absolute longing, hunger and desire for her did not escape her, despite his quickness to turn away.

            Another lobby greeted Elle as she stepped off the elevator.  “Could you direct me to Suite 969, please?” Elle asked the petite blonde secretary at the desk.  “Ah, Mademoiselle Elle?  Monsieur La Tour’s office is right this way, if you please” the young girl said as she motioned for Elle to follow her to the end of the hall, towards a door that clearly led to a large corner office.  Elle took a deep breath as the secretary opened the door and ushered her inside.