Every blouse has a story...
The Brown Silk Ruffled Blouse
Part 1: The Boardroom
I'm not your average everyday blouse. You won't find me tucked into jeans or worn casually. I'm a blouse of distinction, not to be reckoned with. I am unique, a one-off, custom-made for my owner. My fit is impeccable, tailored to the highest standards, made from the finest silk Paris has to offer.
When she walked into the boardroom, all seven directors sitting around the table saw her, they saw me... I don't go unnoticed, I was made to lure them, to trap them. My powers of persuasion are second to none. They sat in silence, each one of them drooling over the woman who stood before them, each one with his own wicked fantasy of what they would like to do to her... They couldn't take their eyes off her; they couldn't take their eyes off me. Every one of them wished they could undo my tiny buttons, to explore the treasures I hide beneath me, but only I get to caress this woman's wonderful soft breasts...
When she spoke they listened...
"I want equal pay for women", she said with authority. "This is the 1970s, not the god-damn stone age. If a woman does the same job as a man, she should get paid the same wage as a man," she demanded.
Of course, she got what she wanted. She was, after all, the CEO's wife and co-founder of the company. I had done my job, I had made her proud.
That night, she took me off and hung me in the wardrobe along with several other expensive designer blouses, none of course, with my stature. There I waited patiently until the next time she needed me... And waited... And waited.
Every blouse has a story...
The Brown Silk Ruffled Blouse
Part 1: The Boardroom
I'm not your average everyday blouse. You won't find me tucked into jeans or worn casually. I'm a blouse of distinction, not to be reckoned with. I am unique, a one-off, custom-made for my owner. My fit is impeccable, tailored to the highest standards, made from the finest silk Paris has to offer.
When she walked into the boardroom, all seven directors sitting around the table saw her, they saw me... I don't go unnoticed, I was made to lure them, to trap them. My powers of persuasion are second to none. They sat in silence, each one of them drooling over the woman who stood before them, each one with his own wicked fantasy of what they would like to do to her... They couldn't take their eyes off her; they couldn't take their eyes off me. Every one of them wished they could undo my tiny buttons, to explore the treasures I hide beneath me, but only I get to caress this woman's wonderful soft breasts...
When she spoke they listened...
"I want equal pay for women", she said with authority. "This is the 1970s, not the god-damn stone age. If a woman does the same job as a man, she should get paid the same wage as a man," she demanded.
Of course, she got what she wanted. She was, after all, the CEO's wife and co-founder of the company. I had done my job, I had made her proud.
That night, she took me off and hung me in the wardrobe along with several other expensive designer blouses, none of course, with my stature. There I waited patiently until the next time she needed me... And waited... And waited.