The view inside of her coat was nothing like the outside view. Rosseau looked at her, and his face opened wide. Kay had on a short black leather miniskirt with a shiny metal zipper on the side, exposing generous amounts of her leg. Black stockings stopped well below the hem of the skirt and were held up by garters. The snake is back, but watch out for her bite, Mr. Rosseau. Kay did a performance for both Rosseau and the camera. For the camera, she shifted the coat left and right, as if adjusting it. For Rosseau, she wiggled her hips and smiled sweetly. Then she closed the coat and sat down on the bench at the very end of the table, leaving a fairly large gap between herself and Rosseau. Dan was now sitting on Rosseau's other side and egged him on. "Go on, slide over. You said you wanted to dine with the fabulous Kay Gershon-there she is."
Rosseau slimed right up to Kay and put his arm around her waist. "Hello, Kay. Lovely outfit you're wearing." He laughed lewdly and pulled her to his side. He smelled of too much aftershave, greasy hair gel, and the oppressively bad breath of an old-man's rotting gums.
I hope I can make it through this meal without vomiting. Suddenly the home-cooked smell of garlic and spices was gone, along with her appetite. "Hello Mr. Rosseau. It's nice to meet you." Kay spoke in a flat, unemotional voice that projected modesty to the camera. She let his arm stay around her waist while the rest of the people finished sitting down. Then she took his arm and gently returned it to him. "Do you mind if I take off this coat?"
"Oh please do!"
Kay pulled her arms out of the coat, but kept it wrapped around her waist and lower body. Unlike the hooker garb below her waist, she wore modest clothes above: a loose brown sweater with a cowl neck and long sleeves. Her only visible nod to fashion was that the sweater matched the beret. And even though the sweater was baggy, she also wore a tight sports bra to reduce her bust even more and avoid any possibility of seeming curvaceous. The men across the table watched as she took off the coat, but their eager expressions fell when they saw the sweater. To them, and to the camera, Kay seemed like a pretty, demure, but somewhat unappealing woman, sitting slouched on the bench. None of the junior executives at the table had any idea that she was so provocatively dressed.