Everything is available to the rich and famous, I'm not telling you to be a snob, I'm just stating a fact. They aren't going to pop into Ikea any time soon, not even the better department stores, especially when they want something slightly more intimate and personal.
Of course the whole experience is designed with the customer in mind and nothing is too much trouble for them. After all the price tag reflects this, not that we have anything as crass as an actual price tag, if you have to ask the item is certainly beyond you.
For that reason, I can't even tell you the name of my employer. Nor can I tell you who the gentleman in question is. I hope you understand.
We specialise in furniture, but frankly, that hardly does it justice. It's all master craftsman made, beautiful timbers and fabrics finished to perfection make each piece a work of art in its own right. It's a pleasure just to come to work and view them, not to mention the sheer pleasure of touching them and occasionally sitting on them. As a simple sales clerk I will never be able to afford anything in the showroom, but it doesn't matter to me.
As you can imagine the sales team are subject to just as much scrutiny as everything else. The men are all tall, handsome, and perfectly groomed. Like the men, we ladies must be well spoken and perfectly presented at all times. I had to drop out of the ballet when I became a little too top heavy to continue. A little modelling tided me over until I landed this job, fortunately it came along before I was hungry enough to do anything that might have caused me to compromise myself, just some tasteful clothes work and a little lingerie.
We'd just had coffee as normal slightly before eleven o'clock when James guided a well-known actor through the showroom, as I have already said I cannot divulge his name, but he was shopping for his property on Lake Como in Italy. I watched casually as he inspected the various beds on display he stood discussing one in particular, I think every girl in the store was watching surreptitiously as he moved casually round the room, imagining the lucky girls who'd no doubt be on that bed in those strong arms and that magical enchanting smile.
James and the gentleman seemed to be getting on famously. James is so good at understanding people, he really is a pro at meeting the customer's needs, if it's some stuffy pompous upper class toff then he knows exactly how to be subservient without being a creep and if, as the gentleman obviously wanted, he could easily make a friend and put them totally at ease.
They stood laughing quietly at some private joke they already shared at the foot of one of the beautiful beds we have. The Gentleman casually nodded in my direction and James waved me over.
Smoothing down my crisp white blouse and pencil skirt, I walked quickly over, it doesn't pay to keep the customer waiting.
James took care of the introductions, brief and professional as always, his eyes twinkled as he took my hand gently and kissed it, I hope my pulse wasn't obvious as he looked up at me with those eyes. I fought hard not to simply become a simpering fool and maintain my composure. Up close he was even more attractive.
"Chelsey," James said putting his hand lightly on my shoulder. "Can you help out with a little demonstration please?"
With difficulty I took my eyes off the handsome customer "Of course James, how can I help?" I replied.
"Well, Mr, er, Smith here has had some disappointment before with the beds he has purchased, apparently the mattresses have been somewhat unsupportive."
"That's awful, I completely understand a firm mattress is essential for a good night's sleep." I replied earnestly.
Both James and the gentleman's lips twitched with suppressed smiles, clearly they had some sort of inside joke.
"Exactly, now would you mind helping the gentleman satisfy himself that this mattress and bed combinations is perfect for his needs?"
"Of course I'd be delighted, how can I be of service?" I asked eager to please.
"Well would you mind lying on the bed with the gentleman?" James asked.
"Of course not, it would be a pleasure." I said before realising what I'd said, both of them smirked slightly. Ignoring them, I stepped out of my heels and got up on the bed slightly hitching my skirt up. Glancing over my shoulder I smiled to myself when I noticed both of them staring at my ass.
"Which side?" I asked the gentleman.
"On your back in the middle." James said. I blushed, instantly my head was full of the image of him naked above me.
"Now James," The gentleman said rebuking him slightly. "On the left please Chelsea."
Quietly I lay down and waited. The gentleman took off his jacket and handed it to James.
After taking off his shoes he took up the space on the right. I can't pretend I didn't have a little flutter in my stomach as he lay down next to me, I wondered what the aftershave was, it was exquisite, I took a deep breath of it and tried to commit every moment to memory.
I looked over at him and wondered what it would be like to wake up with that face every morning, I struggled to remain cool and calm, I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks and lower too. He wriggled around slightly and bounced up and down next to me. I lay still waiting for this to end.
He rolled over to face me.
"Chelsea, could you sort of move about like people do when they are asleep?" He asked. In bed with you I'd do a lot of moving and no sleeping little voice inside me said.
