ALICE Ch 69

“But I guess usually for business meetings, I’m with my manager. Or even Glynda. I’m not usually by myself, so I don’t know what I’m doing,” Alice admits.

“This is not business,” Cosette assures her with a warm smile. “I must meet you in person. Up close,” she says, gesturing to herself, then to Alice. “To know if Diorgasm is right for you.”

“To see how I smell? It’s actually Nautica today,” Alice says.

Her drink arrives: the Australian beer that Kylie always drinks. Alice looks around suspiciously. She doesn’t want Kylie seeing her with this hot French lady and getting jealous.

“Are you familiar with our marketing?” Cosette asks as Alice takes a long drink, getting foam on her face from the lager.

“I think I’ve seen stuff.” Alice isn’t sure that she’s very good at this.

Cosette doesn’t seem to mind. She picks up a bag that’s leaning against her chair.

“Your outfit is super cute,” Alice tells her.

“Thank you,” the representative replies, looking pleased. She produces an iPad and places it on the table, opening a portfolio of still images. She swipes through them, letting Alice look.

Diorgasm ads are intense. There’s nothing explicit, but a lot of implied nudity and provocative positioning. These women are just lying around in lingerie and towels and wispy blankets, but the looks on their faces make it clear that just offscreen something really spicy is going on.

“Yikes,” Alice says, blushing.

“What do you think?”

“They look great. Obviously.” Alice sighs. “But I notice that all these women have like sexy dime bodies. You know. Like… you.” Alice catches herself and shakes her head. “I guess I mean, um, none of them have the, uh, Jack Skellington physique. Like me.”

Cosette remains effortlessly cool, watching Alice with her mild smile.

“You should not be self-conscious.”

“I’m not usually,” Alice says, not especially defensively. “But I guess usually, people aren’t taking pictures of me naked. Um, I guess FUTA did do that picture of me in that FUTA swimsuit. But the suit they gave me was pretty sporty. I felt like a member of the US Olympic volleyball team. Was it even that sexy? Although there was pretty bad camel toe, but I don’t think anyone noticed because my, like, bulge… was kind of front and center.” Alice stops there. “You don’t need to know all that, I guess. Sorry. I’m just saying I’ve never posed for sexy pics before. I’ve never even sent anybody nudes. I guess you don’t need to know that either.”

Cosette smiles patiently.

“This,” she says, indicating one of the orgasmic women in the ads, “…is not what Diorgasm wants from you, Mademoiselle Wilde. We want to make this campaign more… passionate. More.” She holds up her hand and makes a fist, looking intently at Alice. “More. You see?”

“Uh,” Alice replies, taking a gulp of beer. “Maybe?”