Another day, another interview with the usual array of weaponry. Suited and booted with 2 drops of A314 split between the ears.
I’ve got good vibes about this one. It was tense, but smooth sailing on the ninth floor.
It’s blazing hot here at the moment. I left the jacket and overcoat at home. I took advantage of the lighter clothing and any A314 residue was spread on my wrists in a change from my usual routine.
I held the doors open for a woman in her late 20s or early 30s. Brunette hair tied back in a loose ponytail; black skirt that reaches her calves, but manages to cling to every curve of her hips, waist and thighs. No VPL, but a prim white buttoned-up blouse and glasses perched on her forehead. Minimal makeup.
Overall, she gave the impression of an attractive woman, trying to dress down.
The lift - elevator, for you guys in the US - was no wider than your average doorway and about as long as a normal office desk, but she came and stood by me right at the back, maintaining a polite distance.
She hits the button for the 8th floor, the doors close and we’re alone. I glance at her. She glances back. Both of us turn our attention back to the doors.
I glance back again and she’s wearing a ghost of a smile on her lips. I return it. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiles wider.
The lift stops at the third floor to let 2 others in. We pressed ourselves against the back to give them room and both of us took the opportunity to make physical contact, arms touching.
The others turned their backs on us and pressed the button for the 4th floor. Good. Hurry up and get off.
The lift takes off again and I swear she’s leaning on me. I move my arm a little and she’s now leaning into my side.
The others get off and we’re alone again. We make eye contact this time and hold it until the 8th floor. She moves even closer, her hand finds mine and she’s got her nose very close to the application points on my neck.
The lift stops, she squeezes my hand and gets off at the 8th floor. But not before I get a wink, a quick blown kiss and a card with her number.
Way to go. 
Musk
, a little smooch and some reps from me…to tide you over. 
No hot, nice smelling men where I’m from 
