1. ( FOUR HOURS EARLIER) - BACKSTAGE DRESSING ROOM - A Moment Of Vulnerability
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"Time," she asked.
"15 minutes until lights up and ladies and gentlemen, your host - the gorgeous Kelli Dash," he's pretending to be talking into a microphone when she looks up from smoothing the delicate stretch chiffon material of the lavender Bodycon dress and she sees him pantomiming his introduction from the wings to which she would walk out onstage to start the show.
"Gorgeous?" She paused her pacing before the mirror to primp her hair. "Why make it about how beautiful I look?"
"When you first step out onstage looking amazing in that dress that everyone in the audience - which happen to be 75% male; over half a single looking to purchase the vacation packages you'll be introducing," he paused as she began to pace when hearing the statistics. "they're going to know you know you look amazing in that dress."
"I'm not here just to look amazing," she stopped to turn her profile to the mirror while giving tossing her loosely curled tresses over her should carefully watching how it looked. "I'm a personality."
She was too focused on herself to see his smirk, "You want how hot you look -"
"Hot?" She looked up at his reflection behind her in time to see how he was looking at her figure before his eyes darted up to meet hers. "Wasn't I just 'amazing' a minute ago?"
"When you are walking across the stage to you mark," he paused as she began to walk in front of the mirror to his narration, "you won't be able to not look hot." She stopped, did a posh pose, one hand on her hip, her fingertips on the other gently adjusting the eye-catching low cut neckline, back to focusing on her image."
"I'm not going for hot," she said to her reflection. "I want to be projecting elegance. Time?"
"Ten minutes before elegant host, Kelli Dash takes the stage" he announced, watching as she smiled at herself, leaning closer to examine her perfectly done make-up as he spoke in an almost hypnotic tone. "You'll draw them in with your dress in a color you look your best in and you'll have them in the palm of your hand the moment you open your glossy lips -"
"Wait... what?" There was an undeniable sexual undertone in his narration.
A knock at the door halted the conversation. She looked up from adjusting her cleavage tantalizingly straining the neckline to meet his awaiting gaze from where he'd just sat down on the mini-sofa. She nodded to him. He nodded back.
"Come in," he called out.
The door opened. In walked the white tuxedo wearing bartender that looked like Brad Pitt if Brad Pitt quit acting to pursue Event Bartending. He offered her the can of ginger ale and glass of ice he was carrying on a tray.
She waved her French manicured hands at the tray in a snooty manner. "Do you expect me to open that?" When the bartender opened his mouth, she snapped a finger and pointed to thee min-sofa. "Just bring it to my Assistant and then leave quickly."
The bartender walked over to the mini-sofa where he leaned over to offer the items on the tray, but also to look at the Assistant with amused sympathy as he said from the corner of his mouth, "How do you put up with a bossy bitch like her?"
"It's not for the money," the Assistant replied, nodding at her body.
The bartender's expression instantly changed to a mix of awe, respect and jealousy. "Stick her one time for me," he chuckled and gave a fist bump before leaving.
When the bartender left, she looked to the mini-sofa in the reflection, but her Assistant's attention was on opening and pouring the ginger-ale. He didn't even look over when she placed both hands on her hips, knowing the way it caused her cleavage to gain an extra boost and strain the delicate neckline the further she put her shoulders back. The result left very little - if any - that her full firm breasts needed no help from a bra.
"What was so funny?" She snipped, then bitchily pouted when she had his attention.
"Huh?'
Having to repeat herself was a big pet peeve of hers. And she knew he knew she knew he knew it. She turned with authority but couldn't keep the confusion from her tone. "Didn't I hear him chuckle about something. About me? And you chuckled, too?" Without waiting for an answer she dramatically faced the mirror again. The move caused her hemline to slide up the back of her legs, unaware of how the black lace tops of her thigh highs were being glimpsed.
And her Assistant - who was already secretly enjoying watching how this unusual stage anxiety was causing a confidence rattling panic in Kelli that he'd never seen her struggle to keep her precious image that she presented as a snooty high class she looked down at everyone from. This new view of her was stirring a lust in him. And when he saw how she clueless she was to how the black lace tops of her thigh highs playing peekaboo from hem letting him know just what type of lingerie was under her figure flaunting dress... how it made him have to shift the way he was sitting due to the way the front of his jeans tight.
He knew it was time to tell her about the amazing break through science project in his pocket.
2, (7:52 PM) BACKSTAGE DRESSING ROOM - Seizing Opportunity With Science
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