When Margot became Flopsy by pinkfluffylady, literature
Literature
When Margot became Flopsy
The door swings open "Margot hi" Katie Dawn head film caster of Columbia Pictures says cheerfully while swiftly and haphazardly tucking in some papers into a file. A young woman standing next to Katie shut the door behind Margot and quietly locked it and drew the blinds in one smooth motion. 'Uh, Err' Margot mutter at Katie with a puzzled expression on her face. "Don't worry Margot, there is just something a little how can I say this, delicate, we need to discuss as a matter of urgency." Katie whispered the word 'delicate' coolly and put extra emphasis on the 'D'. Margot sat down and smiled weakly feeling a little nervous about the secrecy. "Well, it's nice to see you again Katie and to back on set with you guys at Columbia for what hopefully will be another box office smash." The young woman placed a glass down on a company-branded coaster and poured in some dark orange juice. "Mr McGregor's carrot smoothie" exclaimed Katie. "Coke-Cola new product idea for the release of the film
Mr. Airwick's Perfume Garden by pinkfluffylady, literature
Literature
Mr. Airwick's Perfume Garden
Emma felt her phone vibrate inside the pocket of her joggers, she slowed her pace down to a gradual stop. Out of breath, hot and sweaty the young blonde twenty-something checked the message. "While your out, please can you pick up some Rosé and camembert for tonight. Thx babes x." Emma smiled at the message from her flatmate Gabrielle. She decided to finish her run and take a short cut through the north-west section of Central Park. The bright autumn sun with its warm glow was starting to set on the park casting long shadows on the people heading for home. Emma was a very pretty girl with long thick blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, her rather full sports bra was covered by a sleeveless athletic vest. Her perfectly round apple behind was nestled in some tight-fitting jogging bottoms with the sports outfit complete with a pair of white Nike running trainers. Emma picked up her pace as the sun as soon to wave goodnight to the rising moon. She was all too aware that she was one of the