Aphrodite - Carmen Summers (adore_me) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-08-31 21:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite, carmen summers, erato, valentine ames |
Who: Aphrodite (aka Carmen Summers) and Valentine
What: Val checks in on a job offer that was put on the internet
When: This afternoon
Where: Aphrodite's soon-to-be lingerie shop
Warnings: Girls in lingerie?
Valentine tried to look as smart as possible as she made her way to the fledgling lingerie store, but she was nervous! She'd seen the ad online for a window dresser, and it had seemed right up her alley. Sexy things? Art? Yep. That was her all over. She held her portfolio to her chest as she sauntered in the doorway. "Hi...I'm looking for Miss Summers?"
The painter at the front of the shop had a dopey smile on his face as he pointed to the back. The interior was a dull, unpainted gray on one side and pristine white on the other. Boxes of various sizes were all over the floor, some holding lights, others decorations, clothes hangers, and the lingerie itself.
Towards the back of the room, a leggy blond had exited a small alcove at the back dressed in nothing more than a skimpy piece of pink lingerie. She admired herself in the first shine of reflection she spotted, turning at various angles to better see herself. Pleased, she spun around to where the painter was at, just now noticing the woman. "How do I look?" she yelled across the shop.
Yowzers. Valentine had to stare for a moment. "You look...fantastic!" She grinned, approaching the woman. "You're Carmen Summers?"
Her smile only grew and she held out her hand. "Yes, yes I am," she said proudly, her touch gentle. "The shop's not open so I hope you're here for a job. I'd hate to kick you out after such a sincere compliment."
Val reached out and shook the woman's hand. "I'm Valentine Ames. I'm here about the window dressing job?"
"Oh! Wonderful!" Keeping hold of her hand, she tugged the woman to the large window at the front. The passerby’s stared in as she approached, surprised to see a woman unashamedly posing in lingerie. "Is this a big enough canvas for you to work?"
"It's a beautiful window in a great area," Val nodded, observing every little detail. "That's part of the reason why this job appeals to me..." And here came the portfolio and her sketches. "Miami loves sensuality and being bright and bold. The ideas I have for this place are edgy. New. Controversial. Sexy." She flipped through her book. "I recommend using at least one live model in every display," she said. "Of course they'll have to be some mannequins, but nothing sells sex like someone in frilly panties." She laughed, obviously very excited about this place. She turned to one of her favorites. The drawing was of a girl in bra and panties against a glittery industrial backdrop. Her body was leaning back and she was being held up by suspender straps hung off of two meat hooks.
Taking her time in admiring the sketches, the smile never faltered. This girl was good, not as good as she, herself, was, but really, who was? "You've stripped the images right out of my head," she said, holding up the last conceptual piece shown to her in the light. "Your idea about using live models in exceptional, I'm sure the girls at the register could trade off," she decided out loud. "Could you sketch something up for me here that incorporates the shop name?" It was something she had not yet revealed, but if the girl could think quick, she'd get the job.
"Of course," she began to rummage in her bag for a pencil. "And if the girls at the register are too timid, I'd be happy to step in."
"I'd have to see you in something more revealing before I agreed to that," she said, nodding over to a stack of boxes she could use as a table. "The shop is going to be called Aphrodesia. Design anything you want, incorporate it how you want, I've got the budget to accommodate any of your needs."
Erato was instantly full of ideas. She pulled two blank pieces of paper out of her book and began to go. One concept had a sexy female mad scientist with her lovesick hunky Igor and a magic potion. The other was closer to home, a tall dark woman with wild and natural grace. Golden arrows were scattered around her and one was held against a man's chest with heart shaped spatters of blood across his chest.
"That!" she pointed to the second drawing as it came together. "That's perfect. You're hired," she said ecstatically. "When can you start and how much do you want for your work?"
"Money doesn't matter much to me..." Val shrugged, smiling brightly. "Just give me the budget for each window and whatever overhead you'd like to pay me after that. As far as when I can start, the sooner the better. I expect to be making a trip up to DC soon, and I'd want to get your window set up before then."
"How does now start?" Gliding away, she ducked behind another stack of boxes and returned with her purse. "I've already set up an account for the shop, so use this," she held out a plum colored credit card. "Buy whatever you need, even things you don't. Whatever will make you happy and get the job done. I don't care where it's from, have it overnighted so we can start." The excitement was building and she could barely stand still.
Wow. Valentine took the card and tucked it safely away. She picked up her hastily put together sketch. "Okay...umm did you want to measure me or something? You'd said you'd have to see me in some lingerie."
"No, no, I can guess," she said, beckoning her with an index finger to the room she had waltzed out of before. It was the only finished section, with large stalls and mirrors in place, though it was cluttered with lacey fabric of various colors. "Here, try this," she thrust a dark red bustier at her.
Val nodded, putting down her things and undoing her blouse. She was comfortable with her body and had no problem with a quick change into the piece. She turned around so her employer could see.
"It's nice to see you're not shy," she said with a genuine smile, glancing the woman up and down with a keen eye. "Are you seeing anyone?"
Erato blinked, taking a moment to glance at herself in a mirror. "A couple of guys...but not one specific guy." Yet. She'd have to make a decision after she went to DC.
"Well, if none of them are the possessive sort, then you're welcome to work here," she mused. "Window designer and model to be ogled is your new job description, make sure they're fine with that." Poking through the stack she had just gone through, she handed over the matching panties and garters. "And try that on for them. Let me know how they liked it. I'm looking for input on my stock."
"Just take these?" Val gaped, looking at the nice pieces. "You are by far the most generous boss, I've ever had." She giggled, changing back into her clothes and putting her new acquisitions away. "I won't let you down."
"And for some reason I believe you," she said, her smile sincere. "Let me get you my business card so we can exchange information. You're free to come and go as you please as long as the windows get done before I open. And before you ask, no, I don't have a set date yet."
"That's fine," Val nodded, fishing around for her general 'artist' card. "I'll be done as soon as I can." Because this would make for one hell of a story...
"I'm actually staying in the shop until I can find a suitable apartment, so if you're fond of the night, let me know before you work." Practically skipping from the dressing room, she was back to her purse and searching for her card. "If you have any good-looking friends, let them know that I'm hiring. They should come dressed for the part and if they're too embarrassed to walk down the streets in something like this," she motioned to her own gown, "Then I don't want them."
"Fair enough...I'll put the word out." Valentine gathered her things together, the card already burning in her pocket. "Thank you so much, Carmen."
"I do what I can," she said, extending her hand again. "The address to the shop is on that card, send everything you need to here. I doubt the delivery boys will mind."
"And will the workers mind? I might have to get to the window often...I won't be in the way?" Val just wanted to be sure.
"Just tell them to move," she said, waving a dismissive hand in the direction of the painter who Val had encountered before. "The window has to be a masterpiece. Do whatever you need to do to get it done."
"Yes miss." And that meant leaving at that moment. Val let out a victorious laugh and waving, hurried out the door.
Summary: Val comes for a window dressing job and gets it, along with a permanent modeling/cashier job, free lingerie, and a fancy credit card.