Episode 16 - Mr. Gustavsen...

Mr. Gustavsen got out of the cab I took down to the gym. The whole taxi journey I was getting weird stares from the cabbie as I practised my accent. I had to get rid of the me I knew in me and become Mr. Gustavsen, and I'ld be damned if I was going to let those eyes of the cabbie susppress the born and bred German in me.

I had never seen a gym like this. Now I knew where the rich came to waste their money. Treadmills at one corner, a bar serving wine in crystal glasses, lobster and caviar at the other. This place seemed to thrive on the illusion that running on a treadmill for 2 minutes would be able to get rid of the extra stuff you put on in the hour you spend at the cafe/bar. And OF COURSE, they only used low-fat creams.

I surveyed the gym. Good, Lukinor wasn't here yet. I might as well check out the place since I was already there. I approached the counter and presented the receptionist with my card. I could swear the lady behind me tried to grab my ass when she saw my card was chrome instead the normal black of a regular member. Ah, the perks of money. Might as well have some fun eh?

"Hello. Ms...?" Damn, I could hardly take my eyes off her heaving cleavage. Tight spandex hugged her curvacious body. The person smiling at me was the most beautiful person who had spoken to me since... since I was born to be honest.

"Hi, I'm Cheryl. Herr Gustavsen I presume? Mr. Twubber requested for me to... take care of you." She said the last line with a slight smile. It's at time's like this that I wished I wasn't wearing shorts. I could hardly stop the thoughts that were rushing through my head. I think I was drooling.

Justin Twubber, I love you.

"Ah, yes, I believe he told me someone was to meet me here. Shall we head to the cafe?"

She flashed that electric smile again. "Yes, lets."

She took the lead walking to the cafe. I could feel my eyes banging around in my head as I followed the swing of her hips as she walked. Today was going to be a good day...

We sat down at the cafe's table, and instantly a waiter materialized by our sides, not to help us with our coats but to help take our gym towels away. Cheryl ordered a $50 glass of wine, and I had the same, not wanting to admit that I didn't know a merlot from a mermaid.

But the next line she said dashed all my dreams of having anything go beyond that glass.

"Alright Bo, you can drop the act now. Mr Twubber hired me to work with you on this one. I'm one of Lukinor's friends, we're colleaugues actually. We work for the same agency." I figured she meant she was a model too, hell, that didn't surprise me one bit.

"Ok, Lukinor's going to come in anytime now, and here's the plan. I'm going to introduce you as a friend of my father's, so that tonight you can get an invite into the club she always goes to. The idea is that you're here on business from Germany, and you'll be around for a week. Lukinor knows enough people in the club to get you a week-long invite to the place, so, you're going to have to charm her the best you can to land you the job. Honestly, I don't know why Mr. Twubber wanted me to do this, I mean, I'm a model not a spy, and Lukinor's a friend, but I'm doing this because Mr. Twubber is a friend too. And don't you dare think I have a thing going for you, I just chatted and flirted with you because I had to. To be honest I find you horifficly ugly, and I know you might think I'm a bitch but I don't care because I know I dont look like you and I hope I never will. Hmmm... This wine is pretty good! You know how they grow their grapes in France? They have stretches and stretches of grape trees. I went there once for a photo shoot. The place is simply beautiful.."

I didn't hear the rest. I was supposed to talk to Lukinor personally? Ok, maybe I had the help of this bimbo in front of me who could rattle on and on about the places she'ld been to and how good she looks in comparison to anyone else (which I had to agrree with by the way) but how much could she help? I was not prepared to speak to Lukinor at all, what more with a German accent I had to fake. And there didn't seem to be anything I could do to stop Cheryl from talking. I don't believe she even stopped to breathe as she went on about herself.

"Bo, did you hear me? Did you hear a thing I said? God, you men are all the same, you don't ever listen when a girl is pouring her heart out. All you care about is tits and ass and you don't ever get the heart. It's all abou the heart Bo, if you don't get the heart you're never going to get the girl. You should try listening sometimes. You know some people think I'm just beautiful but I don't have any brains but let me tell you that they're wrong. I'm smart! I've gone to school! God, all you men care about is sex. Can't you think of anything else? You know my last boyfriend..."

Somebody save me...

And just then my saviour wafted in the door. Lukinor walked up to the reception counter, looking absolutely perfect in pink and black tights.

"Cheryl, stop talking for a moment. Lukinor just walked in."

Cherly turned around and waved to Lukinor, beckoning her over to our table. What was that look on her face at seeing Cheryl? Joy? Resignation? I couldn't really tell.

And just before she came over, I told Cheryl, "And from now on Cheryl, Bo is gone, it's Mr. Gustavsen."