Tuesday, February 22, 2011 |
Put simply, she was a goddess. Walking to me, eyes on mine, smile simmering. She wore a tight, blue, Thai-silk dress, topped by an ermine stole. I stood and pulled out a chair. Lise I said, bowing. Richard she replied with a nod, Thank you. I was infatuated. We ordered drinks. Minutes before, Lise was dancing, feathered, gloriously seductive, in the Lido chorus line.
Like the gal second from left? Wilton had asked. Exquisite! I sighed.
Wilton hailed a waiter, exchanged some words and sent him away. She'll drop by after the show he said, smiling, Her name's Lise - a bonus for you!
Wilton and I had scored a coup in Paris : he, Account Director, twenty years' my senior, me, the young, creative 'genius'; the Paris agency agreed to use our ads, splitting fees and commissions with our London office. I was 24, and insufferably smug. Wilton suggested The Lido club to celebrate.
You youngsters should go enjoy yourselves he hinted as we rose to leave.
I looked at Lise. My place, yes? she whispered coyly.
Lise went into the bathroom emerging minutes' later, naked save a towel round her waist.
Let's go to bed she purred. The towel dropped.
I gasped. Like all the Elysian ladies in the Lido line that night, Lise was a man! I hadn't known. I'd been set-up!
Damn you, Wilton, you'll pay for this! I spluttered.
He already did! quipped Lise, and we both began to laugh.