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The Temp
(David Monroe)

Laura had once had a promising career in her chosen field of public relations and marketing. Following her university days, she had found work quickly, unlike a lot of her peers who were still struggling to find their niche in a downturned economy. But Laura had hardly caught her breath from the intoxication and ceremony of graduation before she was hired on at a major firm right in town. She was well aware that her looks and how she carried herself had been a big part of that, though. Laura was under no illusions that her undergraduate program and the few special programs she had undertaken and the smattering of honors and awards she had picked up along the way were what had helped her secure her first gig.

Laura had long, flowing red hair which cascaded just below her shoulders and had been blessed with the figure and face of a model. She had never worked at keeping herself in the kind of shape that never ceased to turn heads when she walked into a room...it just seemed to be part of the package she was born with. Her lips were full and her smile could make the most depressing day for those around her just melt away. 

Then there was what she knew been instrumental in her hiring. In addition to her model's face, she had long, lean legs, a trim waist, and a more than generous chest. Her breasts were not overly enormous but certainly large enough to catch a man's eye and no matter how she dressed it seemed they were hard to disguise or even minimize. She was well aware of this and to some degree, Laura used her sexual attraction and the animal magnetism she exuded to her advantage. She had known this was true during her interviews for her first job and had been in her trusty arsenal ever since as she rose through the organization with regular promotions and recognition that seem to come harder to most.