Describe what you were wearing from head to toe, or toe to head if you rather. I want visualize you, sitting there with that little sultry pout, pretending you are focused.”
The blood rushed to her face, caught off guard by his directness. He, a prominent business man, handsome, suave, respectful stole a glimpse into her soul.
“I told you” she responded, “I was in all black with red lips and rouge, only a whisper of my white skin peeking through.”
“But what was the fabric, where was the whisper?”
Her heart began to beat a little faster, and her mouth grew dry, aroused by the seductive and artistic approach of this unexpected observer. She was vulnerable and transparent, read.
She cleared hear throat and responded. “Black stockings with a little diamond pattern, a silk high waist pencil skirt, black cashmere turtle neck, and hair pulled back sleek, and don’t forget my snake-skin pointed toe-pumps.”
“And the supposed whisper?” He countered, more concerned with what was not covered than hidden.
“My neck, strong but tired from hovering over the keys, posture not what it should be.”
“Women have a unique power,” he grinned, “And they are usually completely oblivious to extensive nature of this power.”
She laughed at his comment, because she did in fact know her power, he told her nothing new.
“It is in the details you see,” he proposed. “For example, do you wear stockings or pull-ups?”
His language dated him.
“Stockings ofcourse.” She blushed. “I am seeking no scandal. There is nothing sexy about the office…”
“I do not allude to a scandal, and I too believe “sexy” is for off the clock. I just know the power a woman holds if she harnesses it. Do you know what it does to a man, to see a classic beauty, dressed with the upmost modesty, and to catch just the slightest glimpse of flesh between her skirt and cusp of her pull-ups? It is intoxicating, it renders a man immobile for just a moment, and then you look at him as though you know. He becomes your slave…”
She could not hold back the laugher, “But it is so cold out!”
“I suppose you are right” he smiled. “A glimpse of the neck will have to do.”
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It's interesting, the power that underpinnings have..not necessarily a bra, or pair of underwear..but stockings, to me, have always been a rather scandalous and sensuous garment. Think of the time when the were first created..as a means to cover the actual skin of a woman's leg, to conceal that flesh from any who may be lured by it...yet the act of removing stockings is far more suggestive and sensual because it reveals that bit of flesh to the open..perhaps that is what we do, as women, as artists, when we write, we are ever so slowly removing our stockings to expose just a bit more of ourselves..
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