"Oh My God, It Is You. Look, It's Debbi !"

"What on earth do you think you're doing Debbi?" Jeff demanded. He called me Debbi and not Deb she thought. He's angry with me. "Er, oh, I'm so sorry Jeff. We were ****. This is all Carol's idea" she replied, trying to shift the blame. "I must go and congratulate her, it's brilliant" said Jeff, suddenly smiling. He openly looked her up and down, happily taking in every detail of her body as it was revealed. He had long wondered what was under that business suit but had not expected to ever find out. Debbi was blushing once more. "You stay out here doing what you are obviously best at and I'll go and chat with Carol about what customer leads she has. She looks very busy !" Debbi took some small comfort from the fact that Jeff seemed pleased with the business they were now generating but she was miserable about what appeared to be her downgraded status. And she still struggled with the embarrassment of being out here virtually, or in actual fact but for a layer of paint completely, naked.

Debbi reapplied her mental mask and tried to go back onto autopilot as she resumed her role of attractive lure. She put up with the occasional grope and photo request but her equilibrium was once more to be disturbed. "Debbi?" asked an incredulous female voice. "Oh my god, it is you ! Look Jackie, it's Debbi !" the woman cried, calling to a companion. Sarah and Jackie, two bitchy rivals of Debbi from her time at business college. "Good grief" yelled Jackie, joining Sarah and staring at Debbi. "You look, how shall I put it, very striking !" laughed Sarah. "You told us you were a rising executive in the company responsible for a large team. Not some common booth babe, and a rather **** example of one at that !" continued Jackie. "Er, I am. I'm just helping out here in an emergency. They're part of my team." Debbi miserably indicated the boys on the stand. "Yeah right, we believe you" smirked Jackie sarcastically. "And so will the other folk from college when we post these photos on social media" added Sarah as they both posed for photos with her, much to Debbi's chagrin. "How shall we caption it...? Guess who we ran into at the trade fair and look what she was doing !" they laughed as they walked away.

Debbi was mortified but all she could do was plunge back into the fray. She approached a group of middle eastern businessmen but despite their obvious interest in her, she was having difficulty in guiding them over to the stand. They crowded round, invading her personal space, though there was no groping. Their interpreter spoke quietly to her. "My employer will reward you very well if you will join him in his hotel this evening" and he passed her a card with all the contact details written on the back. They think I'm a prostitute ! This is turning into a nightmare thought Debbi. But at least they were now going to the stand to talk with Carol she was relieved to see. She might have been less relieved had she known that Carol would give them Debbi's phone number and address which they seemed to want. After all what harm could that do if it brought in more business, thought Carol.

Jeff called over to Debbi. "I'm just taking Carol to lunch, we've so many quality leads to discuss. Sorry Deb, I can't really invite you looking like that ! Keep up the good work, the boys'll get you a sandwich."