CougarGirl
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- Joined
- Nov 5, 2013
Emily threw her iPad aside with a groan. More theatrical agents reporting their failure to find her an assistant for her act. She could manage on her own, she had no choice, but an assistant would add an additional dimension and dynamic. She was so desperate that she had even toyed with the idea of a male assistant, but had given up on the idea. She had been right to think that it would be a novelty, but it would be a novelty because there weren’t any guys out there who wanted to be assistant to a female magician. There were plenty of females around with the experience, but none of them wanted to play second fiddle to another woman. Being a scantily clad and glamorous helpmate for a male magician and earning all the admiring looks and attention was one thing, but competing with an attractive magician was not so appealing. In fact it was so unappealing that no one even wanted to discuss the possibility.
If only finding an assistant were as easy as finding someone to do the repairs around her house. A quick search on the web and some phone calls to friends had led her to contact James who said he was busy but would be able to fit in the most urgent of the outstanding jobs before winter arrived in earnest. Provided – there was always a catch – that she could be at home to let him in and show him what she wanted doing. Or, as Emily translated, to be at his beck and call, as an unpaid gofer and coffee maker.
The sound of her door bell announced his arrival. She scrambled off the sofa and went to let him in, wondering what sort of guy she would be spending the rest of the day with.
If only finding an assistant were as easy as finding someone to do the repairs around her house. A quick search on the web and some phone calls to friends had led her to contact James who said he was busy but would be able to fit in the most urgent of the outstanding jobs before winter arrived in earnest. Provided – there was always a catch – that she could be at home to let him in and show him what she wanted doing. Or, as Emily translated, to be at his beck and call, as an unpaid gofer and coffee maker.
The sound of her door bell announced his arrival. She scrambled off the sofa and went to let him in, wondering what sort of guy she would be spending the rest of the day with.