A long legged blonde walked into my office. She wasted no time in having a seat on the old and tired leather couch. I raised an eyebrow as she helped herself to the comfort of slipping her arched soles out of an expensive pair of black velvety heels, primly standing them next to her. If my work weary eyes had not yet thanked God for the pantyhose that glazed her divine legs, then my ears certainly perked up with the swishing sound of them crossing. It was the sound of "L'eggs" stock prices rising.
I poured her a cold refreshing drink. "What can I do for you Miss Meadows?"