“First, thank you for the gift. It’s in red, my favorite color.” She loved this pashmina. She owned five at home identical to this one.
“I read in the company handbook you are to be branded in red at all times.”
“Red is the color for intensity—I am a deep person, Kelly.”
“I see, Miss Brill.”
“Red enables people to make quick decisions, a motto I live by.” She tapped her acrylics on the Horchow mirrored desktop. “It also embodies strength and power. Two traits I strive for. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” Kelly made a noise. She swallowed hard—twice.
“I’m going to make you my new executive personal assistant. You’ll get a ten percent raise and a company credit card with a wardrobe allowance.”
“Yeah!”
“Calm down.” Taddy had planned to promote her anyway.
“Thank you, Miss Brill. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to tell my parents—oh boy.” She collapsed into the high-backed chair, eyes beaming.
“We must do something about your name.”
“My name?” She paused. “It’s Kelly—Kelly Ivy Kailyn Izatt.”
Taddy made an extra effort not to roll her eyes. She hated to make anyone think their birth name was not unique or that they weren’t special, or above all, that they were just another Kelly. “We have three Kellys on salary—Kelly Barnes, Kel Michaels and Kelbie something-or-another.” Taddy had reached the conclusion that Kelbie pissed while standing although he dressed from the waist down in a skirt. He strutted better in high heels than Brill girls. Kelbie came from Atlanta. His paycheck Taddy signed each week was addressed to a “Kelly Brian Green”.
“What about using my middle name?”
“Ivy makes me itch.” She scowled.
“What do you suggest we do then, Miss Brill?”
“Your initials are K.I.K.I. Use those.” She was keen on having an assistant named Kiki.
“Kiki’s different.” Her executive assistant’s face lit up. Taddy Brill’s new executive assistant, Kiki, was created.
“So is that all, Miss Brill?” Shoulders raised, she went to stand.
“No—”
Kiki stayed seated. “Oh…”
“I can’t go to St. Tropez with Lex.”
“Was it my weather report?” She reached for the folder on Taddy’s desk.
“I love the heat.” I love my tits. She loved showing off her tits in the heat.
“Lex and you want to go somewhere warmer, I take it?”
“Hotter. Much hotter.” Without notice, she glided her hands over her décolletage and tugged at her Carine Gilson bra straps. The lingerie purchase was a suggestion from Lex. While shopping in Paris, her friend urged her that if she wore the best foundation garments she’d be less intent on taking them off all the time. Nothing was better for her breasts than Carine Gilson. Regardless, the desire to go topless burned inside her.
Her assistant coughed. “May I be personal with you for a minute, Miss Brill?” Kiki turned her face away in possible fear she’d be flashed at her boss’s self-groping.
“Of course.” Taddy hoped this would be good. She loved when Brill girls dished on themselves. Lonely at the top, Taddy was no longer included in chatter at the water-cooler.
“My friend DJ Dejon spins at several parties in Europe this time of year—”
“Don’t take this the wrong way.” Fighting the urge to laugh, she bit down on her lower lip and sat back in her chair. She always tried to demonstrate a high opinion of her girls. “How does a native from Provo, Utah, have a DJ friend named Dejon who spins in Europe?”
“We’re friends online through a chat room, ma’am.”
“Aah, makes sense.” God bless cyber introductions.
“Anyways.” Kiki pulled out a flyer from her paper stack. It listed DJ Dejon’s tour dates.
To Taddy’s surprise, he trotted the globe. “Wow.”
“New Year’s Eve, Dejon is spinning in Algarve, Portugal.”
She leaned closer. “And?” An open tube of Cunty Red glossed her left nipple. This gave her ideas for other color cosmetic names. Taddy jotted down in her notebook MelonLicious and Utah Virgin.
“Dejon posted Algarve in his online chat room as the hottest place this winter—both temperature- and scene-wise.” She flashed her small white teeth, scoring huge with this season’s tip.
“Love it. Book it. Thank you, Kiki, darling.” She reached for her cell and texted Lex the change in plans. Kiki chatted on about DJ Dejon’s music while Taddy received an immediate reply from Lex. It read, “Make the reservation under our code names”.
Using an alias proved vital when Taddy traveled with Lex. Lex Easton was a famed rock-n-roll star’s daughter turned fashion designer. Taddy had experienced her all-too-public lifestyle as teenagers. Since she was also in the spotlight, she found herself booked at the St. Regis and Exhale Bliss Spa under the code name Red.
In Monte Carlo, she booked under Marie Red, in London Lady Red, in Las Vegas Lucky Red and so on. OK! magazine and In Touch Weekly sure as hell didn’t need to know about her anal bleaching business. She preferred to remain behind the scenes and let the reporters focus on her clients. Not her. However, for some reason, Taddy always found herself front and center of attention.
“Kiki, you’ll see in my personal folder, my travel policy on making reservations under the name Red.” She smiled. “Tell me about Algarve. The tidbit I’ve heard is Portuguese footballer João Moutinho lives there.”
“So…”
“João plays for the F.C. Porto team.”
“Sooo.” Kiki was clueless.
“A drop-dead delicious European version to my va-jay-jay-idol Brayden Brooks.” She turned the picture frame to face Kiki. “If I can’t have Brayden this holiday, I might be able to have João.” Taddy wondered if Kiki’s DJ cyber buddy knew João.
“I better get to my desk and get started on these reservations, Miss Brill.” She excused herself.
Au revoir, South of France. Olá, Portugal.
Taddy was delighted to learn that Kiki’s on-again, off-again cyber relationship with DJ Dejon had progressed from chat rooms to web videos. Dejon had facilitated securing Taddy and Lex the presidential suite at the city’s five-star hotel.