TO PLEASE A PRINCESS
My second Andy/Miranda story. SOME PEOPLE GROW was serious. This one is just for fun. Of course I do not own these enchanting characters. Please comment nicely!
A woman's face hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion - Shakespeare
"Breasts," Miranda said. "I asked for a girl with breasts. Not great big watermelons. Small, pert, attractive breasts. Full but not too heavy, feminine but not overpowering. I simply want a decent pair. Is this task too difficult for you, Andrea?"
"No, Miranda." Andy blushed as her silver-haired boss looked her up and down. No matter how many models she brought in, no matter how frantically she improvised, Miranda was never satisfied. It was exhausting to be her assistant, but it was exciting too. Miranda Priestly was a princess in black Chanel who demanded perfection from the peasants. And foolish Andy longed to please her!
Of course there was a small, rebellious part of Andy Sachs that didn't take Miranda's perfectionism seriously. Why get so upset just because a certain black Brazilian bikini didn't have a perfect pair of breasts inside it?
Andy would never have dreamed of trying on the bikini herself, of course. Not even as a joke! It was just that Miranda got called away to supervise a layout on an upper floor. The office was almost peaceful for a change. Very quiet. Shockingly enough, when Andy slipped into the tiny corner dressing room within Miranda's office she found another copy of the ridiculous black bikini – and it fit her to perfection.
But then Miranda came back into the room. And called her name. Poor Andy was so paralyzed with panic that she couldn't make a sound. Her imperious employer walked right in while the shy, dark-eyed beauty was still in her bikini!
"I suppose you have an explanation for this shocking display?" Miranda's voice was pitched at a whisper, just like always. But her icy gray eyes swept over Andy's bare flesh as if she were a long-ago lady in velvet and lace, about to punish a peasant girl for stealing fruit from the castle orchard. A very agitated peasant girl who couldn't quite understand the gleam in those gray eyes or the sudden, almost painful tightening of her own breasts in response.
"I wanted to see – to find out – what it feels like when you look at someone like – like you look at those other girls," Andy gasped. The sheer audacity of what she was saying actually terrified her. She wasn't a model! But Miranda was about to fire her anyway, wasn't she? So what did it matter?
"I see." Miranda raised her cool gray gaze just a trifle, so that it rested on Andrea's mouth and not her boobs. "And have you wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by me?"
Andrea nodded. She closed her eyes.
"I still need a girl for the bikini spread," Miranda said kindly, pulling back with a smile. "But you do have a beautiful body, Andrea. Tomorrow I'll lay out something else for you to wear. Can we get back to work now?"
"Yes, Miranda." Andy Sachs smiled at her demanding, impossible boss. And she knew how it felt to please a princess.
