pj38
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A Massage for the Boss (open)
Charlene's lip trembled as the slammed the door. She had had to fire someone, and she didn't like it. She didn't like what she had become, she didn't like the way it made her feel.
She had risen meteorically in the corporation, but every promotion came with more unpleasant responsibility. She walked to the window, tears welling up in her eyes, and then sobbing noticeably. She was attractive, even sexy, in her thirties, but she felt old and tense and used up.
From across the room she heard a noise and realized she wasn't alone in her office. The young man who cleaned had come in without her noticing and probably had heard everything. And, instead of apologizing and leaving, he approached her.
"M'am if I can be of any help, call me." He handed her a business card and slipped out quickly.
"Reuben Walker, massage service," the card read. "Hmmm..." she thought, and then realized it didn't say LMT anywhere on the card. She crumpled it up and aimed for the trash, but stopped herself and dropped it in her purse, scolding herself silently for keeping it.
On the way home, with the misery of the day still upon her, she thought she recognized a cross-street as the one on the card. She pulled over and uncrumpled the card. Sure enough. She sighed. Whatever Mr. Walker offered, it would be relaxing and uncomplicated. She picked up her phone and dialed the number.
"Mr. Walker, this is Charlene Ross from CMP. You handed me your business card today in my office..."
[OOC need a male to play Reuben]
Charlene's lip trembled as the slammed the door. She had had to fire someone, and she didn't like it. She didn't like what she had become, she didn't like the way it made her feel.
She had risen meteorically in the corporation, but every promotion came with more unpleasant responsibility. She walked to the window, tears welling up in her eyes, and then sobbing noticeably. She was attractive, even sexy, in her thirties, but she felt old and tense and used up.
From across the room she heard a noise and realized she wasn't alone in her office. The young man who cleaned had come in without her noticing and probably had heard everything. And, instead of apologizing and leaving, he approached her.
"M'am if I can be of any help, call me." He handed her a business card and slipped out quickly.
"Reuben Walker, massage service," the card read. "Hmmm..." she thought, and then realized it didn't say LMT anywhere on the card. She crumpled it up and aimed for the trash, but stopped herself and dropped it in her purse, scolding herself silently for keeping it.
On the way home, with the misery of the day still upon her, she thought she recognized a cross-street as the one on the card. She pulled over and uncrumpled the card. Sure enough. She sighed. Whatever Mr. Walker offered, it would be relaxing and uncomplicated. She picked up her phone and dialed the number.
"Mr. Walker, this is Charlene Ross from CMP. You handed me your business card today in my office..."
[OOC need a male to play Reuben]
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