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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2008 5:53:26 GMT -4
Well, things in the Carolinas weren't just working and she needed a damn job. Where'd she go for this? Various places. Traveled all over the states looking for something, as a wrestler, or as anything really. It didn't matter. The pay had to be damn good though, that was an important factor in everything. So, where'd she finally end up going? Canadaland! Toronto to be exact. Action Packed Wrestling to be even more precise for you people who need everything spelled out for you.
"This the place alright..."
Into the lobby of the tower she stepped. Got the owner's office from the front desk and in the elevator she was, heading on up. Last she heard it was run by a trio of Angels. Guess they got run out or something. Oh well. She remembered Lindsay from Detroit. They never really spoke, that she could remember, but she remembered her. The elevator dinged and out she stepped. She walked to the door of the boss and landed a few hard knocks against it. |
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Post by lindsay on Feb 26, 2008 5:58:49 GMT -4
Fixing her shirt and pushing a few strands of hair from her face. Smiling she looked up towards the door.
Come in. its open.
Such hard work it was being a CEO. hard...hard...sexy....er hard work. |
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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2008 6:01:46 GMT -4
And with the voice beckoning her in, she opened the door and stepped in, taking a look around the office before gently shutting the door and approaching the office of the CEO. She nodded her head in a show of respect.
"Hi, Miss Corban, not sure if you'll remember me, but we both worked back in Detroit. I've come up here to Toronto, looking for a job." |
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Post by lindsay on Feb 26, 2008 6:04:37 GMT -4
Oh the pretty ones just kept coming. Letting her eyes snap away from the body...beauty...woman, in front of her, she smiled.
I remember you some what. But we never talked much. What type of job are you here looking for?
Would she be oh so lucky? Two in the same day? |
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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2008 6:07:21 GMT -4
"Honestly? I'll take anything you'll offer. I'm tired of looking all over the place for something. So, if ya want me here as a wrestler, I'll be that, or if you want me here as something else, assistant to something or anything else, I'll take it, just as long as the pay is right."
Honest. Straight to the point she smiled as she finished. |
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Post by lindsay on Feb 26, 2008 6:11:53 GMT -4
Oh god... god loved her.
The pay isn't an issue you. We have funds to help you live comfortably. But the only opening I have Right now...is a rather... Sexy position. Something a lot of women wouldn't do.
She bit her lip as she eyed her up and down again. |
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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2008 6:15:44 GMT -4
A sexy position? She raised an eyebrow at that. Never thinking that the word sexy, job, and herself would be used in the same sentence. It didn't matter though, possible job opportunity is what mattered in the long run of things.
"What's the job and what do you mean by... Sexy? Exactly?"
Curiosity was peaked. She placed her hands gently on the edge of Lindsay's desk as she leaned forward slightly. |
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Post by lindsay on Feb 26, 2008 6:19:02 GMT -4
The title would be. Sex Kitten. You would be here to entertain the wrestlers. You flirt dance and play around. But never sleep with. They buy you drinks give you tips. They arent paying. They don't exsist. I mean I'll still have to interview you. If you are interested.
Lindsay smiled ever so deviously. She was getting a little heated. Her trade mark lip bite made its appearence once again. |
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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2008 6:22:24 GMT -4
Sex Kitten? Flirt with? Dance? Sounded kind of like stripping to her. She looked down at the desk, her hair falling in front of her desk as she did, mulling over the thought as she stared at the surface of the desk. Slowly, after a few moments of silence, she rose her head to look at Lindsay.
"I'm interested. I'll take anything at this point. So, how's this interview work?" |
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Post by lindsay on Feb 26, 2008 6:25:33 GMT -4
As if the gates of heaven and Jesus himself had spoken to her. This was a lucky day indeed. Slowly standing up Lindsay made her way to the comfy fat man chair she had in her office and turned on some of that slow sexy hip-hop all the chillens craved about.
Show me sexy Willow.
God it felt good to say it. It was good to be Lindsay Corban. |
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Post by willow on Feb 26, 2008 6:35:49 GMT -4
Oh god... She hadn't done this in a while at all and she definitely wasn't wearing easily removable... Oh well... She wanted sexy? She'd try her best to give it to her. Continued... |
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