Meeting Brittney

Leaving the Sauna and getting back to the car was uneventful, and Gina stopped to chat with my driver, which was good. Today was for me to shut off my mind and relax; if she did not want to hear what was coming, I would not learn. This was something Victoria wanted me to do, so I would. I did need time off the game, and I could start to see that. I was being used daily, and I could see that it was a little warping my mind. 

"Okay, Richelle," Gina suddenly said as she got into the car, and a moment later, the car started to move, as she said it was opposite me. "Let me pour you something light." She began, pulled a couple of bottles of beer with a mischievous grin, and put the bottle cap to the bottle cap opener in the corner that put the lid into a tiny garbage can that I knew my driver would clean later. "Or, I should say, let me open a beer for you. You don't really have much that is light in there other than beer."

"You know those are shipped from Canada, not American beer, right?" I asked as she handed me one, and she looked down at it surprised. Canadian beer is at least twice as powerful as American beer, which I found out on a business trip and have never been able to like since.

Gina looked at it, surprised, and then she looked at me. "Seriously, this is a small detail I did not notice," she said. But you are right. This is too powerful to be an American beer. I think there is regulation on it or something."

"Incorrect," I replied with a small smile. "It comes from the way we make the beer, which results in our beers having a more hoppy taste and less alcohol. Breweries do this, and the brewing culture here in the United States and us Americans got used to it. But I really like the stronger taste of Canadian beer. It is a Myth that it is because of regulation, although," I shrugged, "Maybe at one point it was."

"Huh, that is interesting. I am going to want to look into that more," Gina replied, looking at the beer before taking a swig. Mmm, a little strong but good. I still prefer American, in my opinion."

"And that is okay," I replied, chuckling as I drank my beer, "But you were saying something before I started to lecture you?"

"Ah, yes," Gina said, looking at me instead of the beer. Now, just because you want to relax does not mean we can't do anything, and we are doing something that Victoria wanted you to do. I think it can be fun, and I want you to enjoy yourself and enjoy it with me." Gina said with a smile before drinking some more of her beer.

"Hmm, I mean, I agree with you. Nothing boring is enjoyable and relaxing. So I hope it is something fun. So, any big plans?" I asked probingly, and Gina gave me a small smile as she drank her beer.

"I told you it is a surprise."

"And that does not stop me from probing. Then again, I feel like we are there," I said as I felt like the car was going slower. I continued to finish my beer, and Gina did the same. It was not a long drive, and after a couple of turns, we stopped, and Gina got out.

"We are here," Gina said as I got out after her, looked up at the skyscraper before me, and smiled. 

"Oh, we are at this place," I said with a small smile.

"Well, there are not many places I can bring you that have what we are looking for, although Victoria did not book the entire thing for you."

"Well, it isn't a place you really rent out, and it is one specialized in clothing for the rich," I replied. It's stupid how New York can have two of these things."

"We are the financial center of the world," Gina replied.

"Mmmm, True. I guess we should head inside."

"You are right; I have an appointment with a company inside." 

With that, neither of us talked or headed inside. It felt a little surreal to be walking in women's clothes while the human traffic moved around me. When was the last time I had been among the masses? I would look down upon the people walking around from time to time, and it felt odd, even momentarily, to be walking among them. I noticed a lot of closed storefronts, too, with for rent signs up, too, which I thought was a shame. But I also knew why the owners would rather leave them empty than lower the prices of renting them. 

A moment later, we were inside the lobby and walked into an elevator heading up to the fifth floor. The Elevator then opened up to a lobby with a receptionist for the Famous Woman's brand Indep, Co. It was an interesting choice as I owned five percent of the company, making me a minority shareholder. It was a custom woman's brand that focused on tailoring styles to rich women. They would not release on mass, and only those with a discerning eye could tell who was who from it.

This brand developed about ten years ago now because of the 'designer' brands that were 'status' symbols. Many of the richest did not care to flaunt but also wanted the truly rich to know they were in the know while also looking good. So, a friend introduced the Stylist, who is the majority Shareholder, whom I back to me and a bunch of other investors. The woman was passionate and designed a bunch of things for some of the shareholder's wives.

They looked amazing.

It was perfectly tailored with fine materials but also not stupidly expensive unless you requested it. I have never heard anything about the lack of quality, either. So she was still doing an amazing job, and I smiled as the Receptionist looked at me. "Ah, Gina, another customer you are showing the true world of fashion?" the receptionist said, and Gina giggled.

"Richelle here probably knows about this place, I bet," Gina said.

"I do," I replied with a smile, "Who did you book us to see?" I asked.

"Hehe, One of the best!" She exclaimed, "Brittney is one of the youngest up-and-comers I heard. I could be wrong, but I hope not."

The receptionist smiled and nodded, "Brittney is ready to see you and to look over your guest. Please Follow me," she said. A minute later, we were walking through the hallway after she swiped her card to get through a security door. Then she brought us to a design room with a bunch of tailoring supplies and workplaces. A young woman in her mid-to late twenties was at a drawing board and turned to look at Gina and me.

"Gina?" the young woman asked, "You are running a little late, girl. How are you?"

"Great," Gina said. This is my boss for the day, here to enjoy herself, Richelle," Gina said, introducing me. Richelle, this is Brittney. She is amazing, in my opinion, and I hope that you will enjoy what she does with you."

Brittney grinned, and I continued to look at the woman. She had Strawberry blonde hair and B-cup breasts. She wore an amazing-looking blazer and top that showed a bit of cleavage but a small enough amount to be extremely professional. Her pants looked good and comfortable to work in, but they were split between a couple of different types, so I wasn't sure what they were, and Brittney smiled.

"Do you like what you see?" Brittney said, "Well, Richelle, Do you mind if I am blunt while we talk?" 

"As long as blunt isn't rude," I replied.

"By my definition, no," Brittney replied, "Do you mind if I can get you naked?" She asked, then raised her hand but was surprised when I did not react, "Sorry, people usually react when I say that. I don't absolutely need it, but I also would like to get exact measurements down to the crease in the skin. I don't need it, but if you want to do skin-tight clothing," She trailed her voice off, and I nodded. "Well, I can still do it, but it won't be perfect."

"As long as you do not mind if I am a man," I replied. Her face turned beet red, and she looked at Gina.

"I did not know that," Brittney said.

"I learned this morning; sorry, Brittney, for not giving you a heads up."

"No, No, No, I am just surprised," Brittney said, looking me up and down. Yes, I would not mind; I think I can do even more with this," she said, clearly talking to herself. Do you mind if I take pictures afterward?" she asked.

"Depends, let's see what you got first."

"Then, Let's start with the measurements. Do you want Gina here?"

"Only if you want her here," I replied.

"Then let's keep her around for while you're naked for a witness so neither of us gets the other in trouble. Then we can have her go while we talk about what you are looking for." Then she turned to Gina, "You said that another person was asking for something in this?" Brittney asked.

"Yes, I have it here," Gina said, handing Brittney a small stack of papers.

Brittney nodded and looked at me. "Well, let's get started. My imagination is already wanting me to start designing!"

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