What does narcissism have to do with me?
I walked into the office of Platinum Companions full of confidence and excitement. The place was truly high-end, exactly as I deserved. The interior was sleek and modern, yet warm and inviting. "Fitting," I thought, as I ran my hand lightly over my ample breasts and down the fitted bodice of my mini dress, enjoying the feel of fine silk beneath my fingertips.
"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked kindly.
With a toss of my long, thick, auburn hair, I walked to the counter, slyly surveying her. She wasn't unattractive, she was even sort of pretty except for being decked out in some ungodly Versace knock offs from head to toe. "She's young and probably poor," I thought. I let my pity for her obvious lack of a beautiful, rich existence shine through my almond-shaped emerald eyes as I spoke.
"I'm here to see Maria," I said, flashing my beyond brilliant white smile at her, while giving her outfit another sympathetic glance.
Little Miss Poser feigned a smile and reached under the counter, producing a clipboard. "Maria's quite busy, you understand, and though we're not currently hiring, I'll be happy to keep your resume on file for six months." She slid the application towards me.
I didn't even consider sliding it back at her. I just flipped my wavy hair, and reached across the counter to gently adjust her name tag.
"Actually, Delilah," I began in my most patronizing tone, "I have an appointment with Maria, so be a dear and tell her that Miss Cecilia is here." Delilah Poser turned away in a huff.
"Cecilia, got it!" she snapped.
"Miss Cecilia, dear," I corrected her over my shoulder as I made my way to the posh sitting area. I relaxed onto the settee, crossing my legs, resting my Prada bag beside me and dangling a classic black Jimmy Choo from my right foot. While waiting on Maria I began perusing the portfolio on the accent table. I turned the glossy pages with my exquisitely manicured nails. Smiling faces and hard bodies flipped by, all of them beautiful, but none of them satisfactory. I'd almost given up when I heard Maria's determined step coming my way. I kept my eyes frozen on the page until she sat beside me.
"Cecilia, darling" she greeted me in a tone that would lead one to believe we were old friends. "I'm glad you decided to come in. Platinum Companions will be so lucky to have an associate of your caliber."
"Maria," I countered in an equally fake tone, "as flattering as your offer is, I'm actually here to become a client."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could voice her objections, I plucked a stack of hundred dollar bills from my Prada clutch and fanned them out over the still open portfolio. "Trust me, dear, I'm well acquainted with exactly what kind of service I can get for the right price," I said solicitously.
Maria nodded her acquiescence, speechless.
"I'll take this girl," I said, pushing several of the bills aside to reveal the object of my desire, with her ample breasts, her long, auburn hair, and her almond-shaped, emerald green eyes.
"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked kindly.
With a toss of my long, thick, auburn hair, I walked to the counter, slyly surveying her. She wasn't unattractive, she was even sort of pretty except for being decked out in some ungodly Versace knock offs from head to toe. "She's young and probably poor," I thought. I let my pity for her obvious lack of a beautiful, rich existence shine through my almond-shaped emerald eyes as I spoke.
"I'm here to see Maria," I said, flashing my beyond brilliant white smile at her, while giving her outfit another sympathetic glance.
Little Miss Poser feigned a smile and reached under the counter, producing a clipboard. "Maria's quite busy, you understand, and though we're not currently hiring, I'll be happy to keep your resume on file for six months." She slid the application towards me.
I didn't even consider sliding it back at her. I just flipped my wavy hair, and reached across the counter to gently adjust her name tag.
"Actually, Delilah," I began in my most patronizing tone, "I have an appointment with Maria, so be a dear and tell her that Miss Cecilia is here." Delilah Poser turned away in a huff.
"Cecilia, got it!" she snapped.
"Miss Cecilia, dear," I corrected her over my shoulder as I made my way to the posh sitting area. I relaxed onto the settee, crossing my legs, resting my Prada bag beside me and dangling a classic black Jimmy Choo from my right foot. While waiting on Maria I began perusing the portfolio on the accent table. I turned the glossy pages with my exquisitely manicured nails. Smiling faces and hard bodies flipped by, all of them beautiful, but none of them satisfactory. I'd almost given up when I heard Maria's determined step coming my way. I kept my eyes frozen on the page until she sat beside me.
"Cecilia, darling" she greeted me in a tone that would lead one to believe we were old friends. "I'm glad you decided to come in. Platinum Companions will be so lucky to have an associate of your caliber."
"Maria," I countered in an equally fake tone, "as flattering as your offer is, I'm actually here to become a client."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could voice her objections, I plucked a stack of hundred dollar bills from my Prada clutch and fanned them out over the still open portfolio. "Trust me, dear, I'm well acquainted with exactly what kind of service I can get for the right price," I said solicitously.
Maria nodded her acquiescence, speechless.
"I'll take this girl," I said, pushing several of the bills aside to reveal the object of my desire, with her ample breasts, her long, auburn hair, and her almond-shaped, emerald green eyes.