It was six in the morning, a Tuesday in October. Elizabeth was in Phoenix, Arizona but it could have been anywhere. There was no hint of searing desert heat, no warm glow of sunshine here. Only pale early morning light was coming through the curtains. The room was like many others shed been in, in cities all over the world. A single bed shed sleep in once, a closet thatd hold only her uniform, a coffee machine shed not use, a TV shed not watch. The air conditioner blew sterile air through the room which Elizabeth felt irritate her skin. She sat on the edge of the bed, turned to the mirror, peered into her own hazel eyes and asked herself what she saw. The eyes were tired, they were jaded but still there was a fire lingering behind them. Elizabeth looked at herself the way a man might. She often did this. Elizabeth saw a woman whose firm olive skin covered a well honed body. A woman whose long raven hair stretched down past her shoulder blades. A woman whose small, delicate features were framed by a proud Mexican jaw line. She saw there were bags under her eyes right now, a few lines around the mouth. A few veins crept through to blemish the skin round her cheekbones. Her breasts sagged slightly. Was Elizabeth still attractive? She took a breast in the palm of each hand and pushed them up, Elizabeth pouted slightly, as if to seduce herself. She stood up, admiring her flat tummy, shapely thighs and the finely cropped triangle of hair between her legs. Would a man still want this? Elizabeth twirled round, peered at herself over her shoulder, and ran her hand over her ass. She knew men did. Elizabeth saw it everyday, she saw and felt the eyes of men on her. Elizabeth heard the desire in their voices while she served them. Elizabeth was satisfied with herself.
Now, it was 6.09. Time to shower, to clean herself up and moisturise, brush teeth and select underwear. Within two hours she would need to done the uniform and be at work.
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