She was always the first done. Calls would be made about her stops as the manager talked to the doctor she visited. He would get nothing but glowing r...ports of her attractiveness, her courtesy, and her presentaton. They also added that Garbrielle was a very smart young lady.Mr. Ralston, her immediate superior, received nothing but good remarks when he checked up on her. He found that she knew more than even the most seasoned salesperson in the Chicago area. She always had a good one liner joke. “I might do one of her. In fact, I’d love to do her.” She got a dreamy look on her face and we all stared at her. Yeah, lesbians get lovesick, too. She realized we were all staring. “I just don’t know what positi ... which pose to do. What about you, Melody?”“Uh ... I was thinking something classical. Like maybe an oil of The Discus Thrower or something.”“Who’s going to model?”“I’ll probably just go to the museum and find a sculpture,” Melody sighed. I was sure she had blushed. Well, old man. The club thumped painfully with the deep bass of the music, but as Ben started into those brown eyes, he experienced nothing but silence. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor, taking his coat from him and tossing it on the bar. Once on the floor, the girl glowed blue in the bright neon lights, flashing like lightening as the strobes and spotlights passed over her. Her outfit revealed every inch of her, a tight black sleeveless t-shirt with a deliciously short white skirt. She pushed. He was taller, and looked to be in very good physical shape, I trembled alittle, a bit apprehensive, but interested, I found myself accepting.Next was eyebrows, mascara, lip color, a lot of clock watching,nervousness, anticipation.Walking to be picked up I realized I was in a very vulnerable state,better to try to keep a somewhat clear idea of how far I could actuallytake this.Very conscious of the high heels, silk swaying hemline and waist cinchingbelt I stood somewhat in the night shadows of.