Sexy New Job for Fanguella

“So Richard. Have you ever thought about having more private fantasy rooms, and perhaps special membership?”
Richard looked up from his breakfast plate, toast in hand. “Sounds interesting, what were you thinking.”
“Well, It’s just that I’ve been to some of these clubs before, and my two biggest complains were that… You know, here is a place that can have so much potential, for fun fantasy and sensuality, yet more often then not, they are dirty, they serve greasy food, and the quality and pride are simply lacking. Why not have a club that is cleaned up, has style, creativity, and options. People go to these clubs for the fantasy, so why not give them the fantasy? Have theme nights, or even theme rooms! I love the body paint theme, but then why stop at the paint? Water, whipping cream! Put some humour into it! Have a woman dress as a man, with padded shoulders and every thing, and as she strips, have it turn out that she is in fact a sexy woman! You know, things that entertain and make people laugh, and opens there minds to the possible! What else is sexier?” Richard laughed at her enthusiasm. “Wish I had you around when I was doing my brain storming! I actually had a lot of different ideas, but I was encouraged by some of my financial backers that simplicity was best. But the way you paint the picture, like making use of different theme rooms or else elite membership…I wonder… Maybe if I had you to help me work out a detailed plan, then it may work. Alone, it just seemed like such a great undertaking to do more then just the paint, that I never even pictured all these possibilities of branching out for my club. How long do you plan on being in Montreal? I just might want to hire you.” He said this last part with a smile, but Fanguella could tell that he was serious. What was she doing? Did she really want in on this venture? SHe looked around the tiny dinner car and noticed that it was now empty.  And she thought, this was the first time that she has been this passionate about an idea in a long time. She enjoys reading cards, but this was something new, something fresh, maybe it was just what she needed. After all, what better escape? Right into a literal world of fantasy, one where anything is possilble. Could she really do this, or would it be running away? She wanted to face her demons once and for all, yet she really didn’t know how to go about it. Was she really just trading one mask for another? Yet at no other time did she feel more real then when she was absorbed in a task. And here, she would be forced into the public eye, maybe that was what she needed to do to face her fears. Not avoid having people see her, but actually do the opposite. Put herself out there. She still wasn’t completely clear as to how, only that this was something she really wanted to do. This might be just the medicine. Food lying forgotten on her plate, Fanguella felt a flash of fear course through her, yet she forced the words out anyway. “Richard. I know that I’ve never done anything like this before. Thank you for giving me this chance. This is something that I would really like to do. Let me work on your club with you. But also, let me work in it.” They looked at each other very seriously for a moment. Richard took a sip of his coffee, then he nodded slowly. “Listen. When it comes down to it, I don’t really know you that well. But new life in the club might be just what it needs. Seeing you walking around half naked may be just what I need as well. Let’s talk. Tell me more about you’re ideas, and how you think they might work. If I like them, I’ll use them.”