Chapter 4

The shrill ringing of the phone startled Rachel. Could it be Madame Tussard already, it seemed barely 5 minutes ago that she had ended her first phone call with Madame Tussard. How could they have confirmed her assignment in such a short period. There was only one way to find out and she anxiously lifted the phone from its cradle.

Madame Tussard: "Rachel! Its me again, I have marvelous news. The client simply adores you and cannot wait to meet up with you tonight."

Rachel: "Tonight, oh that's very short notice."

Madame Tussard: "Well you did indicate you were available for Discreet Assignment tonight. And you should really be flattered that you are in such high demand. I can assure you that this is a very wealthy and respectable client and it would be a very lucrative first assignment for you. Things could hardly have gotten off to a better start for you, you are most fortunate."

Rachel: "Well, ok, I will just make a casual short meeting with your client. It's my first assignment and I prefer to get to know the client a little better first before we proceed further into any business relationship."

Madame Tussard: "Yes, by all means stay just for the obligatory 1st cocktail, make some pleasant conversation, talk about the weather and then if you are not impressed, just call Ben on the department mobile and he will be waiting outside ready to pick you up."

Rachel: "Ok, that sounds fine to me."

Madame Tussard : "Good, Ben will be over to pick you up at 7.00PM sharp. It's only around 5.00PM now so you have 2 hours to make yourself presentable. Please do make an effort to make a good first impression. I would recommend a black formal evening dress that accentuates your lithe figure and shows off a bare back and supple shoulders."

Rachel: "Don't worry, I know how to look my best and I have a dress that meets your requirements. I'll see Ben at 7.00PM then."

As Rachel hung up she could not help but feel that events were developing faster than she liked. Quickly she hurried to the bath room to prepare a fragrant hot bubble bath. She felt a tad nervous and soaking in the scented water for an hour would help to calm her nerves and clear her mind.

Stepping out of her clothes, she stopped to admire her long lithe figure, flawless white skin and firm supple breasts. She knew that she was still a head turner but the past few months had shattered her self-confidence as she was greeted by rejections from all the major tabloid magazines and fashion houses. And it angered her that she was now reduced to this desperate measure. Six months ago she would not even have given an agency like Cleo's a second glance, let alone consider accepting Discreet Assignments. But beggars can't be choosers.

Adding a liberal dose of scented oil and bath salts to the bubble bath, she sank gratefully into the comforting embrace of the warm scented waters and immediately felt more relaxed. Closing her eyes, she allowed her face to slide below the surface of the warm water, remaining submerged for long seconds before surfacing.

Rachel realized that she was beseeched by conflicting values and emotions. The religious ethical side of her balked at the notion of even considering a Discreet Assignment. This was basically a more refined high-end version of prostitution, selling one' self and body for sex.

However there was a darker more adventurous side of her that found this arrangement strangely exciting, sensual and even erotic. Here she was, about to be whisked off in a Limo to meet an unknown man who found her attractive. And no one knew how the evening would unfold or what course events would take. She blew gently at the bubbles that had congregated around her sensitive rosebud tipped nipples and was amused to note that they were already semi-erect.

The loud buzz of the alarm clock woke her. She realized she had dosed off in the fragrant water for over an hour. Stealing a quick glance at the clock, it was already 6.20PM and she hurriedly showered and toweled herself dry. Wrapping a towel around her she reached for the hair-dryer and proceeded to blow-dry her long luscious hair.

It was a stroke of luck that she had the exact dress that Madame Tussard had requested her to put on. The black sleeveless dress was simple but very elegant with a low cut back which left her shoulders bare. It had long splits on either side which allowed the casual observer a tempting glimpse of her supple legs. She elected to wear sheer white lacy silk bra and panties which hugged her contours like a second skin. This was because she knew the black silk dress also hugged her body and accentuated every curve of her figure.