Betrayed Chapter 8

The ploy had been so simple: When Lance decided to leave the firm and get a fresh start, he had sold it to his 'friend', Lisa. She had been grateful to forego the hassle of transporting a car from the city where she had been living. She hadn't been hesitant to tell people around the company the elegant E500 Sport was a nice 'upgrade' from her Lexus. Angie was eating up the luxury sedan as we made our way to Rogers Park. I could tell she was really getting into the perks of the 'Executive' lifestyle.

Paul was as gracious as ever. If he cast a lustful glance at me and the even more voluptuous Angie, he kept it a discreet one.

"Lisa!" he boomed. "You look absolutely lovely! You really are going to be perfect for the show. And who is your charming companion?"

"Paul," I began, "this is my friend, Angie. I was wondering if you could use her..."

"...in a heartbeat," he finished. "She's in. I would be lucky to have her. We can get started taking her measurements immediately."

"Paul," I went on, "there's something else. Angie... well, it looks like I'm gonna get some work done in time for the show; a boob job at least, maybe more."

The growing smile on his face was precious to behold.

"That's fantastic!" he gushed. That's going to put a whole new spin on what I'll have you model. The possibilities...."

Then, his face fell.

"Aw, crap!" he barked. "I've already started your garments, based on your existing measurements. I'm at a point where I can still modify the dimensions, but I won't have any idea what your new measurements will be until it's too late! Can you give me some idea?"

"Uh, mmmm..." I hedged.

I hadn't thought of that. I was too new at this; I couldn't quote him numbers. I glanced around the room, hands raised in exasperation.

"Will mine do?" Angie inquired sweetly. Butter would have melted in her mouth.