Uplifting Ten

We carried on with our task and Paul was getting pretty good at chatting with the customers as we got further along. The whole experience was bringing him out of his shell. I had left my own home to the last call and we parked outside and I led him into the lobby and the lift.

Going up I said, “This is the last stop and the person you will talk to on the top floor is me as I live here. I am going to re-introduce you to Margo, who you met briefly yesterday, and also the other girl on the poster, if she’s home. You’ll get to meet the other tenants in the block as they need you but they’re all pretty easy to get along with. The folder’s in the car and I want you to stop for a cuppa and ask any questions you want regarding the job. I think that today may well be the last one I will be able to give you.”

I opened up my door and called to Margo to be decent as we had a visitor. She had done wonders with the place during the day, moving the furniture around and cleaning up.

She said hello to Paul and asked him how he was going. I put the kettle on while they were chatting and sent an SMS to Tatiana to drop in if she was home.

The two of them walked in before the kettle boiled and I introduced Paul to them. He was totally flummoxed at being in the presence of such a bevy of femininity. I showed Tatiana the picture of the billboard I had taken on my phone and she gave a little squeal and sat down on the sofa.

“I thought it was all a dream” she cried “Now we’re up there on the posters for all to see and it’s real.”

She held a fist high and cried “Today suburbia, tomorrow the world!”

We all laughed and I poured the tea. I asked Paul if he had any questions and his first was “Can I come and live with you lot?”

To which the reply was “No, but you’re welcome to visit.” He had a few pertinent queries about how he should act when requests came in and it showed that he was practical.

He had become quite relaxed with us all and looked a bit reluctant when I said that it was time he got back to the office or else Maureen would be sending out a search party.

I took him down to the lobby and stopped at the door.

“Paul” I said, “Here are the keys to the car. The paperwork is in the glovebox and I have already signed the transfer part so consider it yours. Give Maureen my regards and tell her that neither of you should be strangers.”

He was staggered and gave me a hug, saying “Thank you for everything” before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

As he left I could hear him singing “I kissed a girl”.

Back in the apartment I joined with the others in checking our bank accounts on our phones. Tati and I both stared at each other, open-mouthed, at what we had seen there.

Both Margo and Francine had received payments as our PA’s as well so we were all in the money.

I asked “Well, what do we do now?”

Tatiana pulled out the two cards we had been given on Sunday and said “Party, girls, party.”

When we arrived in the Roller the head waiter was waiting at the door for us and greeted us warmly.

“I saw a couple of the posters today” he said “Welcome to my establishment, lovely ladies.”

We had another lovely dinner and a little too much to drink while our driver was being fed again in the kitchens. Afterwards we had him take us to the place of my first girl experience and asked him to come back for us around midnight but that we would send him an SMS when we were about to leave.

In the club they had obviously seen the posters as we were made welcome and there were lots of pictures that needed to be taken of me and Tati with the patrons. We did stay off the hard drink and just danced when we could so were reasonably sober when we sent the message as we prepared to leave. The management and several patrons came out to wave us off as we piled into the Roller.

Up on our floor we had a group hug that turned into a group kissing session, with everyone kissing everyone else. I was amazed at how the others felt about me, a newbie in their midst, but the kisses that Francine and Tatiana had given me were enough to show me that I was one of them.

They still didn’t match the lust that Margo put into her kiss when we got inside the apartment and it wasn’t long before she was back in the same position that I had woken up with; only this time it had taken about a half an hour of foreplay to get to.

Wednesday morning we were having breakfast when there was a message on Margo’s phone. She looked at it and said that Tati and I were needed to get a medical check-over in the afternoon and that I had been booked into another clinic beforehand.

The address given was a building near the agency and the message had also been sent to Francine. Steve would pick us all up at midday and we would be going to lunch with Babs and representatives of the principal before our appointments. I realised that she had got the message as my PA and that she was now, effectively, my right-hand girl.

Just then my own phone pinged and it was a message from Babs to me to tell me to make sure that I didn’t have my breasts glued on this afternoon.

I showed it to Margo and we went into the bathroom where she applied the glue solvent and I became flat-chested once more.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “There are falsies that you can wear loose in one of the drawers.” Margo phoned Francine to find out what Tatiana was going to wear so that we could get close.

They decided that we should go with the denim skirts again but with our own choice of top and jacket.

Steve was smiling broadly when we walked out of the building.

“I don’t believe it,” he cried, “There I am, driving along and minding my own business when I see a bloody great poster with the two of you goggled-eyed at a perfume bottle. Now here you are in the wonderful flesh.”

“You old smoothie” we cried in unison and we were laughing as we piled into the car. He drove us to the same Italian restaurant that we had been to before and we were shown to a table where Babs and two well-dressed gentlemen were seated. They all got up to greet us and Babs made the introductions.

The two guys were called Mario and Alberto and they were in charge of the campaign. On the table were four small bottles of the perfume and we were invited to see what we thought. The four of us spritzed ourselves and I must say it was very pleasant, light and flowery with a hint of musk that gave it a sexy overtone.

We told the guys that it would be a hit and we tried it out on our waiters when they came around to take the orders. By the lift in service I think that it worked.

“Amazing,” said Alberto, “The lab said it would be a good one but I never thought it would be so good. I feel as if I should be kneeling at your feet, ladies, and asking you to make me yours; except my wife and her father would probably have me shot if I did.”

We chatted and ate, ate and chatted, and I thought that it was going to be good working with these guys.

As we had our after-meal drinks in front of us, Mario said “All right, ladies, down to a little business. We need you girls to shoot a TV advert on Friday. It will be set in a regency era dance with the two of you surrounded by men and a group of ladies sitting by themselves.”

“The overdub will be along the lines of “Do you want to be the centre of attraction, the life of the party and twice the woman you were? Or do you want to not use “Double or Nothing” and be a wall-flower?’ The clothing will be Regency elegant so your defect will not bother us, Geri. We will, in future ads, need you to have cleavage but there is plenty of time before that. I think that Babs has made an appointment along those lines for you this afternoon.”

I just sat there as my future had been decided for me and no-one had asked if it was what I wanted. However, the more I thought about it and remembered the numbers that now graced my bank account, I knew that the flow was calling so I had better get with it.

When we had finished, Mario paid the bill and the restaurant owner wanted to take a picture of me and Tati with him and his wife. We did that and thanked her for her wonderful cooking and I was pointed to my first appointment while the others headed to the agency to work through some logistics. I left it to them as the modelling business was in their blood, not mine --- not yet.

Babs had given me the doctors’ card and said that he had worked on a few of her girls with none being unhappy with the results. When I arrived the receptionist was very cheerful and greeted me by my first name, telling me that I should consider myself as part of a large family of ‘improved girls’.

The doctor was professional and careful in his inspection of my chest. His nurse took some blood and he took a couple of photos of each breast area before saying I could dress again. He sat me down and told me that I was lucky that I had not used the stick-on breasts for long enough that my own skin got wrinkled.

He said that he could give me a pair of ‘C’ breasts and that I would only need to rest for a week after that for healing to take place and the stitches to come out.

He looked at his diary and said “I can do you Monday morning. Babs knows where. No food after midnight Sunday. I’ll see you then, shall I? Oh, don’t go buying any uplift bras for at least a month.”

Marianne Gregory © 2022