Genetically Gifted

Just stand to the right, smile and hand out brochures, that's all Emily was required to do. If anyone asked her where the showroom was or how to get to the bathroom, she should point them in the right direction but under no circumstance was she to engage in small talk. That was not her job. Smile, stand silently, be beautiful. Alluring. That was the word used in the craigslist post. She could do alluring in her sleep. She had, actually. Thankfully that tape never saw the light of day. Could be worse. There was the Auto Show where she had to solicit men to fill in questionnaires concerning their driving habits. An exercise in keep away, avoiding incessant casual gropings and brush bys, the not so subtle come ons and outright lewd propositions. It's amazing what some men think they can get away with. Even in tailored trousers, a button up blouse and ballet flats Emily is a magnet for attention, men and women alike. It took her years to come to terms with her physical power and figure out how to use it to her advantage. She lucked out and won the genetic lottery, plain and simple. There's no rhyme or reason- her parents are nothing special, average at best but together they created a genetic marvel. Perfect proportions, great bones, flawless skin, pure symmetry across the board. It was Emily who cultivated the persona to accompany such gifts, that was her talent. Giving people what they didn't even know they wanted until they saw her. A tilt of her chin, a shift of her hip, a knowing nod and gentle smile with her outstretched arm proffering a brochure. Piece of cake. Boring as all get out but Emily focused on lining her pockets for the next stage of life: aging. Strike while the iron's hot because the cooling process is fast and unforgiving. Get in, reap the rewards, cash out and move on. Alluring it is. Today, Emily shall allure.

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