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The Women's Job - The Associate - Part 6
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I was to undress and to come back out to a bed that would be used as the preparation table. I came as requested with a large towel wrapped around my chest. Sitting up, we quickly picked a skin tone, breast size, and shape. I agreed with others about the skin tone. Sharon Morgan and others were happy that I chose a modest C cup size with a perky pear shape.
I chose them in part because they had the forms there in the skin tone we agreed upon. I knew Bonnie’s breasts completely fit her C-cup bras. She had mentioned that bigger was not better as breasts and bras took some getting used to.
When they went to attach the gaff; I had not realized it would require shaving around my male privates. It was very embarrassing but I had already committed myself. I tried not to look embarrassed, but when someone said breathe I realized it wasn’t a secret.
Maggie, one of the helpers, gave me a small hand-held mirror, saying, “Have your first vagina moment, if you will. Please remember you can wear this for five days or longer if need be. It is designed so you can use the toilet or even have a partner. If the latter you will need to read the instructions for cleaning yourself. Remember at those times that you’re a woman and shouldn’t let yourself smell gross like a man might.”
Sharon Morgan hands me a nice new bra and panty. And I mumbled, wishing I had time to return to my hotel to retrieve a nicer dress. She says, “Ms. Lourdes has one for you if you want it.”
It is a red evening dress which would not be my regular choice. It is however beautiful and appears to be my size. I tried it on and love how it fits and looks on me. I changed out of it into one of the robes spa guests use. The dress and accessories will await me in a private changing room of Marjorie Lourdes.
I am alone for a few minutes when Ms. Lourdes comes in. Her expression is heartwarming as she looks at me. “My, you truly are Elle Sanders now. You look pleased as well.”
“Thank you, Ms. Lourdes. I am grateful to you for this opportunity. And yes, I am quite tickled.”
She is holding out a pair of terrycloth shorts suggesting we rid ourselves of our robes and delicate lingerie. With that, there is a hot sauna that we walk into. There is a mammoth kettle of steaming rocks around which several sauna booths are set. We can tell there are others, but we can neither see them nor understand anyone else.
Marjorie tells me that we are down to first names for the rest of the day. I had to catch myself as I’m enthralled with how marvelous Marjorie looked. I am suspecting she is fifty maybe older. Her breasts have a fullness and perky presence and they do not appear to be artificially enhanced. Though I’m not the best to judge that.
We were there for more than a half-hour and moved directly into a very warm whirlpool. I felt the tension melting away as muscles loosened. Our heads are back in floating pillows.
We each casually drink small bottles of water before moving to two massage tables. The ceilings were open so that we might enjoy some fresh air. Two women helped to remove our shorts as they requested we lay on our backs. Ty talked to me as Marjorie’s massage therapist was doing with her. She noticed my eyes begin to tear, and asked if they were sad or happy tears.
Choked with emotion, I said, “This is too wonderful. I do not deserve this. I can’t even believe I get to enjoy such a time.”
Ty says, “Your spirit is experiencing more than it knew before. It brings me joy to share this moment with you. How long has it been since you realized the woman inside of you?”
It was then that I recognized Ty as a helper in putting on my appliances.
I turned my focus to visiting with Marjorie. That was especially helpful in not being overly conscious of me. Marjorie was born in a small village in upstate New York. It was there she first became interested in the natural properties of plants and nature in general. Her parents had nurtured her desire to learn, despite others wanting to suppress her interests in science and math.
It was time for us to turnover and the women attending us massaged our backs, necks, and on down our legs and feet. The time was wonderful until Ty was rubbing inside my thighs. Marjorie’s Masseuse was at the same place.
I had never been as sensitive there as I was now. Erotic, sensual feelings were welling up in me in no small way. I sought to muffle my sounds, but I heard Marjorie say as she moaned. “I cannot understand how you can dampen your pleasure. Does this not bring your body to a song?”
Marjorie said, “My biggest regret, is I need this help to keep my juices active. If you end up learning more, this may help you with your friend Bonnie. She will be needed to help you learn even more. It would be something she was never taught in school. Hopefully, you’re neither too old nor too prudish to learn.”
I’m coming to like Marjorie Lourdes's stinging, straightforward wit. Finally, we’re done; we both are wearing two-piece bathing suits after we walk through a shower of refreshing water into a pool. It is warm and refreshing. I can’t believe it as I am treading water with Marjorie and a handful of other women. There are small islands with plants and flowers. Swimming around we find an area with our own table and we get out. We wrap ourselves in short robes.
Both water and sweet sun tea are brought to us. We ordered lunch to be ready for us after we shower and change. While we were there and offered our lunch, some friends and staff warmly greet Ms. Lourdes and welcome me.
I am amused as I maintain Elle’s voice and I’m picking up more feminine mannerisms such as sitting straight, taking small bites, and becoming part of the conversation.
We are finishing our meal when Sophia Lourdes finds us. She gives her mom a hug and a kiss. She turns to me, “I am pleased to see and meet you, but is it, Elliot or Elle Sanders?”
I begin to rise, though Sofia says I don’t need to. “I like being referred to as Elle in this persona, thank you.”
She says, “I hope this has been your decision to present yourself this way.”
“If it is okay, won’t you please join us and I’ll explain.” Sophia sits and from her purse, she draws a small gift bag. “This is for you or a friend if you wish.” Sophia is in a pretty print dress with spaghetti straps.
We are quiet and both looking to Marjorie Lourdes. “We are done with this portion of our time and onto the salon this afternoon.” She turns to her daughter, “Are you going to the spa or will you join us in the salon?”
“If you two don’t mind I will have a small bite to eat as you have a dessert and drink.” We allowed Sophia to order and then we order our dessert and tea.
They continued to ask questions of me while revealing further of themselves. I enjoyed a fresh fruit tart with a mint iced tea for dessert as Sophia’s lunch had come. I watched her as a younger woman watching a starlet. She truly is refined grace in motion.
Serena Duer is my beautician and she begins by washing and conditioning my hair. Having my head cradled in a sink with a woman over me washing my hair is surely another step into a woman’s world. Looking up seeing her beautiful blue eyes focusing on what she was doing while carrying on a conversation with me. That’s only when Sophia, Marjorie, and I are not talking.
Sephrena is suggesting to cut my hair shorter, though it will still be medium length and longer than women with a short-styled cut. Sophia encourages me saying it will be a good length and style for a businesswoman. Seph even promises me directions for making a male appropriate style. If I came back Friday afternoon she’d even brush it out to that style.
I had given over my hotel room key to Marsha; Sophia’s aide. I would be having dinner at Ms. Lourdes senior as well as staying with her tonight. I am a little nervous about Marsha seeing my belongings. My investment information and recommendations are locked and shouldn’t be disturbed in being moved.
Sephrena has a gentle laugh as most of what is being cut has split ends and straggly hair in need of attention. I am both excited and a bit nervous about the healthy, glistening hair as she’s cutting and combing out my hair. She hadn’t known I was a man until I worried about how I might transform my look.
She asked for investment hints and I gave her information comparable to what I have suggested to Bonnie. She tells me what the spa/salon does for its employees. While it is okay; I say it is less than desirable.
I am soon back to visiting with Ms. Lourdes and Sophia, who were having a short meeting among themselves. Ms. Lourdes has two Golden Retrievers that have the run of her estate. A Shih Tzu indoors along with Senorita, a long-hair Persian cat, as well as Windsor a male Maine-Coon cat. Ms. Lourdes enjoys dabbling with her plants and trees on and around the property. Both, Lourdes said, they like working out and staying fit which is very apparent in their appearance.
It originally was hard listening under the hairdryers, as I didn’t know there was a sound control I could adjust. By the time my hair was dry and being brushed out; I felt inundated with information. So far I believe I have kept straight the information pertaining to the two Lourdes. I was, however, becoming fearful I might not last till the evening.
Like Elle, I am in second heaven seeing my hair-do. It is attractive, with a nice body and waves throughout. I saw some of my hair cut, but what I’m seeing affirms not much was taken. My hair is pinned as Ty is doing my makeup and Louisa is doing my nails. Both complement what others had started in taking care of my skin and nails. Yet there is a noticeable improvement again this time.
Marsha had sent back a picture of my dinner dress. I have trouble imagining blue nails or Ty giving me a hint of smoky eyes with blue eyeshadow.
We have time to relax and have a drink before we leave for the Lourdes’ estate. True to Ms. Lourdes' word the evening is for visiting and delighting in our time together. Sophia says, “Marsha says, you have a beautiful dinner dress. I was wondering if you’d mind waiting for tomorrow night to wear it. You might have something to celebrate after you speak to my mother tomorrow.”
I’m surprised that she thinks her mother would be making quick decisions on her investments and my recommendations. I say, “I wouldn’t want to speculate with you about your mother. But, I would like to ask you if I’ll have an opportunity to meet with you?”
Sophia says, “Most certainly, I was hoping you would be willing to go over my investments with me. I will enjoy seeing you just as a business person and hopefully a friend that I invest with.”
I smile as it sounds like going the extra step has dividends. Near the end of our visit, I compliment Sophia on her earrings as she is wearing two sets. Sophia says, “There was a pair I thought I saw you looking at?”
“Yes, but I’m not here for me.”
She smiles, “Was it the wavy blue lines?” I acknowledge they were, “They look like a water stream and would go with the dinner dress you spoke of.”
Sophia, “Let’s go and look; I’d like to get a pair too.” Once we’re looking I’m asked to sit and have a second piercing. I bit my tongue as the earrings would cost me a hundred thirty dollars, plus the piercings.
Taking out my charge card, I find out it has gone to Sophia’s bill despite my objection. I had accomplished the small feat of buying our lunch.
I drive my rental, a Chrysler 300; taking both Marjorie and Sophia with me. Once we reach elder Ms. Lourdes's estate, it's all of the two-tenths of a mile from the gate to the front steps. I’m escorted to my room on the second floor. My clothes, business case, and computer are all there. Clothes are hung or put in drawers; my computer is on a beautiful table and my attractive business case is nearby. I checked my system and could tell no one breached its security or even tried.
I had been told that my dinner dress was too fancy for tonight, but that a red dress was suitable. There was a red dress, not the one from the spa but another I had not remembered seeing it before. It had to be mine since it fit and looked well on me. There was a new pair of delicate white stockings that Marsha brought to my room.
The dinner is exquisite and it is delightful to have Sophia’s daughters Joslin, five, and Maria three. They are well-mannered but also adorable children acting their ages. Sean her husband is away on a trip. Though their home is nearby they will be staying here tonight.
The three of us adults relax listening to music playing in the background. Sophia is cuddling her oldest Joslin, while Maria has fallen asleep in my lap. Marjorie makes light of my way with children being a good sign.
The acceptance and support I’m receiving help me to see the importance of seeing my women clients for who they are. Previously, I often took a superior position of knowing better. Likewise, I had been resenting my feminine side as one of embracing weakness. Guilt and hurt were fading away as I cuddled Maria on my lap. Maria is my client Sophia’s youngest girl.
I kissed Maria’s forehead as my eyes became watery. There was a flash; I looked over to Sophia to see she had taken a picture. “As Mom would often say, ‘A penny for your thoughts.’”
Elle calmly spoke, “You would think it’s silly.”
Marjorie speaks, “I suspect both of us would see it as tender and beautiful.”
“I guess, maybe you would.” I opened myself up and told her. “I had seen this side of me as a weakness. With Maria in my lap and the support you have shown to me it is like pieces of a puzzle are falling into their proper place. I only wish Bonnie were here to enjoy this moment.”
Sofia says, “It sounds like she has been supportive of this side of you? I would say you’re a blessed person if you have a special friend like that. I don’t think that usually happens."
Changing the subject, "I think we’re eager to find out if you’re as good with investments.”
Sofia realizes that Joslin is also becoming drowsy and asks, “Would you mind helping me to get the girls to bed.” I stood up with Maria in my arms and Sofia’s guiding her older daughter. Once we’re in a large room with two small beds, she has Joslin lay down and takes Maria from me. “Please sit and talk with me as I get the girls in their sleepwear.” I thought she’d have a nanny; she tells me, “There are some that will help me and take care of them during the day and other times if I want. I try always to take some time during the day to be with them. But first in the morning and come evening it’s my delight to be Mom.”
She tells me of a time a potential customer belittled her for allowing a daughter to come into her office. The woman told her, “I don’t know if I can do business with you in an atmosphere like this.” Seemingly the woman was about Sophia’s age and also had two children.
Sophia told her, “I understand, but if and when you understand, please come back. We do have the quality of the products you’re looking for. Feel free to bring one of your children if you ever become comfortable with that.” Sophia said, “Marilyn has come back and we’ve become very good friends. She also seems happier.”
When Sophia and her mom decided it was time to turn in; Sophia gave me a small mirror. “You might want to do a little vagina gazing. If so, this will help.”
I couldn’t help but smile and quietly went to my room.
There I prepared for bed and thought of what Sofia suggested. Getting the mirror I set myself against the headboard and began gazing. Soon I was lost in thought like a woman. I began to yearn that I could truly look like the woman I am. When my hands rubbed the sides of my legs, there was a sensual sensation. I had not experienced it, except with Bonnie’s attention.
Trying to go to sleep I was restless with feelings and thoughts overwhelming me. I was tired but couldn’t sleep. I thought I was reasonably quiet until I heard a whisper at the door.
When I responded; she cracked open the door handing me a swimsuit. “Try this and I’ll meet you at the pool.”
Shortly afterward we began swimming, Sophia asked: “Are you worried about your presentation tomorrow or too much from today?” Sophia was like a sister with wisdom of her own. I was sure she wanted to be there for me.
Once out of the pool, she had me rinse my hair, then gave me shampoo and I was soon rinsing and patting out my hair. She brushed it out and gave me a hair net. “If I wrecked your hairdo with my idea we’ll have a beautician come here to redo it.”
Needless to say, I fell peacefully asleep and wasn’t awake until 7:30, which was 6:30 a.m. where I lived.
Ms. Marjorie Lourdes had gone to work at 7:00 as she’s a morning person. Sophia’s girls had breakfast with me. Sophia drove me to Sophia’s Earth Oils and then went on to her company. Jennifer Woods, a VP, gave me a tour of the plant, and the research area, and we ended up with the administrative offices.
I was now grateful for all the research I had done as it would help me this morning. Come 10:30 I was introduced to others at the end of their meeting. Ms. Lourdes handed me a cup of coffee as she was asked if I wanted it. I was certain she knew it was important to my morning start.
I began, with Eoliche Euro Incorporazione an Italian wind energy company that is successfully making its way into the wider European market. Maria Bertella leads a group of women engineers and businesswomen. I think it would be a good investment personally for you and even for your company to strengthen your own positions.
Jennifer Woods has told me about some new research you, she, and others were doing. It was actually more into the general field of medicine relating to some major illnesses. She told me their big question was: 1) do they develop these new health products or 2) sell them for others to develop. Marjorie seemingly did not trust some of those who would potentially be interested in it. These products use in developing and third world countries meant too much to trust the not-so-caring nature of some medical and pharmaceutical companies. She said, “Even the merchandising in America could easily get out of control in unscrupulous hands.”
It was after 11:00 when Marjory Lourdes was open to meeting with me about her personal investments. I present the other investments that I research and would meet her general investment criteria. American Fashion Network and JESS Apparel operated under the auspices of Jaqueline Wilson. Craig Technologies, Inc. in Florida, operated by CEO Carol Craig. She is both technologically savvy as well as having a great business mind. Eoliche Euro Incorporazione is an Italian wind energy company led by C.O.E. Maria Bertella who leads a group of women engineers and businesswomen as majority owners. And then there were CompuMed Appliances in the Midwest that I verified its status just Monday noon. Rebecca Nomes and associates were based out of Dubuque, Iowa. It was established twelve years ago when Rebecca manufactured her own device for her daughter to recover from debilitating injuries. The focus has been to aid a person’s ongoing recovery or development of skills or abilities beyond initial recovery.
We began meeting over lunch and continued until 1:30 p.m. Marjorie visited with Maria Bertella and members there via an international hooked up at 3:00 p.m. our time and 11:00 p.m. their time. But it was more than worth it as Marjorie was not wanting to make a $150,000 investment, but a three million dollar investment that Bertella’s group could leverage by a multiplying factor of ten or better.
CompuMed Appliances was seeking an investment of $250-300,000. Ms. Lourdes sought to become a major investor with them with annual investments of $200,000 each over the next three years. There were safety clauses built-in for both concerns. They were not there for problems either had with the other, just good business practices.
Marjorie’s last choice was American Fashion Network, JESS Apparel. She deemed that it was a good investment in a sector that she was not highly invested in. Thus it would bring a needed balance to her portfolio.
She did suggest I suggest Craig Technologies to Sofia. We wrapped up our work, formalizing things before we headed back to her estate at 6:00 p.m. I did not expect it as she requested that we dress up and go celebrate yet tonight. New York City has a nighttime mentality that was new to me.
Sofia would be with us while her children were taken care of at their home. We traveled by helicopter into Manhattan. Running in 3” heels while covering my hair in and out of the helicopter was a new experience. The celebration venue was a small private club. The band is an up-and-coming band having major success with hits and downloads via the larger web.
The singer Carly came over after hearing I was celebrating tonight. The fact that Elle works with women in investing struck her interest. Before going back to sing one more set of songs, she gave me a hug and air kiss. Others asked aloud, what was special with me that got me extra attention. I was flattered with others noticed me as well as Carly. Sofia and I were near the front of those up on their feet near the band. Someone asked us as a group to dance for the cameras as Carly’s group was singing over an internet hookup. Sofia tugged me to dance as her partner. We enjoyed playing off of one another. The more I got excited and involved in the dancing, I enjoyed it.
All this was new to me and added to my experience. It was 2:00 a.m., and we helped to close the club. The helicopter lifting off a high flight deck for the flight back was a spectacle I never expected to see.
It was an emotionally draining day as I dragged myself off the ‘copter and we made our way to the house. I was planning to fall into bed and take care of things in the morning. Sofia said, “I’d have Annabelle help you get ready for bed if I didn’t think it would freak out the two of you.” Against my protest, I had a 27-year-old, millionaire helping me.
I bemoaned what it was probably doing to my future in having her as an investment client. I should have known better than that, Sophia was not looking at it as a negative occurrence.
I didn’t remember taking a shower nor getting into my sleep lingerie. Come morning Sophia was amused, “You handled yourself very lady-like last night. Who taught you how to take care of your makeup and skin like that?”
I asked, “Who helped me, I don’t remember anything?”
Sophia gave a light giggle, “I asked Annabelle to help you, but she said you refused her help. I went in to ask why and ended up talking to you as you took care of yourself. Once you did call me Bonnie. Is that who taught you. You should still take a shower before breakfast and then you can help me with my investments.”
“Thank you, as I think you helped more than you're saying. I don’t remember much after getting back here.”
“You’re welcome. After breakfast here, I’d like for us to go to my place. My girls won’t interrupt us, but I would like to be near them. When we take breaks I can see them. Maybe we can walk outside with them in the garden or arboretum.”
Elliot said, “I would enjoy that.” But it was Elle, not Elliot speaking. Elliot knew he wasn’t two people, but for so long it was Elliot that he was visible. Sophia was stereotypically thinking of Elle as the one who would enjoy relating to her daughters.
I went to grab my computer and investment information for Sophia. Sophia said, “Why don’t you bring everything over to my house and stay with us a night or two.” It was a hassle to repack everything as Elle. And I thought twice about staying overnight with a young woman even though her husband was said to be coming home.
“Oh, I didn’t mean you had to,” said Sophia.
“I wasn’t sure; I would be happy too if you don’t think it’s inappropriate. I have two nieces and a nephew that I enjoy taking time with.”
The first investment I mentioned was the Brazilian women’s coffee coop, They were seeking to take over 350 acres of coffee groves as well as to establish their own wholesale distribution center in New Jersey between the markets of New York City and Philadelphia. I suggested a sight north of Philadelphia inside of Pennsylvania. There were plenty of incentives for the location.
Sophia did well with the visual hookup that I arranged with Rafaela and Louisa in their providence. Rafaela was appreciative of the new site for their wholesale business. She also mentioned beginning two retail businesses. Louisa had thoughts of coming to New York to have oversight of them.
I was surprised when Sophia spoke saying she’d be willing to partner with them if one retailer was in Manhattan and the other out on Long Island within 30-40 miles of her home. While the partnership would allow for another two retail cafes, it was agreed they wouldn’t be for at least a year after the first two were established and proved successful.
I watch the three women visit and noted many details of their unfolding agreement. I had an agreement for investing in the Brazilian Women’s Coop. Sophia was adamant that the agreement and purchase of the coffee grove could not in any way intrude on rainforest land.
Rafaela’s reply was, “You send me $25,000 and we will match it for reestablishing the rainforest by taking some land out of production. It will be attached to an existing rainforest. I think that is best. You can come and see some great changes in your lifetime.” Seemingly Rafaela knew about the interest of some Americans about Sophia’s age and background. “We have no land taken from the rainforest, and we’re even more interested in reestablishing land taken out of it.”
I had kept and written the details of their agreements. I already had an informal agreement ready to sign on the initial investment. I was utilizing Dottie, my assistant, to formalize the ongoing agreements. They would be good enough to establish the basis for the expanding investment and working agreement. What I originally thought would be a quarter of a million in investments was now be a 1.3 million dollar investment in their Brazilian Coop. A half a million dollars more would be invested in the U.S.-based coop to establish wholesale and retail trade. Both Sophia and the Brazilian women were leaning heavily upon me to work out the agreement.
Neither wanted the possible failure of liability of the latter to become a liability for the original Coop or for Sophia or her corporation. Donna Clayton, Sophia’s lawyer would write out her versions of such agreements. Clayton and Clayton of the Hamptons is a viable and long-established Long Island firm. I would have actually been happy with them doing much more of the paperwork. My responsibility was to assure everyone that the contract was in fact what was agreed upon.
It would take a month because my boss Jennifer Atwood and I did differ with Donna Clayton’s version and stuck with our documents until it was straightened out.
Craig Technologies, Inc. was not as exciting to Sophia, but the investment would broaden her investment. It would be part of liquidating a previous investment that had passed its days. We sold an investment that was becoming a liability for one now that is solid with a good future. If it does as I expect Sophia’s investment in Craig Technologies would have the possibility within five years of tripling the investment along with giving 10% growth dividends during that time.
CEO Carole Craig had again done well in her presentation and in fielding Sophia’s questions. The funds coming out of the investment she was selling off were over a hundred thousand dollars above what Ms. Lourdes had planned to invest. That last hundred thousand though made Sophia the second-biggest investor only behind Carole herself. She invested the full amount just over $400,000.
That done, I had held Maria at lunchtime and now late afternoon; I relaxed cuddling Maria. She had been outside much of the morning or inside swimming. She was exhausted, but very talkative while in my arms.
Comments
Leslie Deana
Very enjoyable story. I appreciate the detail, as it adds a much more feminine touch and atmosphere the way it has been presented and woven into it. Thank you for a great read (and listen)!
Julia Miller
I think all the details is a result of Elliot/Elle’s character. This is a person who looks at everything using a magnifying glass with an attention to the smallest detail. She most likely has a photographic memory and nothing escapes her gaze. As a researcher and investment councillor I would think she would be unparalleled. As Elle tells us her story I think this comes through loud and clear.
Rex
This is a good story, but all the detail seems very unnecessary to the story line. I believe it all could be accomplished without the step by step detail.
Brianna Demonet
Sounds like Elle is slowly pushing Eliot to the side. Elle is really coming into her own now. I can't wait to see where and how far this story will go.
