CALL GIRL CHRONICLES 6 – Going Down
Kimiko checked her watch a final time as she pushed the “down” button and waited for the elevator on the 29th floor of the Transamerica Building. It was exactly 2:12 pm. She was dressed like every young female lawyer working for every downtown law firm: short, tight beige skirt, a translucent white silk blouse with pearl buttons that hinted at the lacy demi-bra beneath, and black high-heeled pumps. Kimi loathed pantyhose, so she was wearing thigh-high stockings and a garter belt over her wispy bikini panties. The handle of the inevitable briefcase was clutched in her left hand. The chime sounded and the elevator door opened. There was one person inside already, a tall, tanned, muscular-looking man dressed completely in black – black slacks and a black golf-shirt. Kimi walked onto the elevator and stood …