Idol 3: Taylor made By Her Revenge (F, WG, PREG)
This is another story in the "Idol" series. I would recommend you read the first two to get the flavor of the tale but it's not essential.
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Chapter 1
Amy Pascal gazed wistfully from the window of her office in “Taylor Fashion House” just off Bryant St in the garment district of San Francisco and smiled.
Her office was the smallest on her floor, but that didn't bother Amy one little bit.
She was a young girl, twenty three years old, who had battled her way from the relative back waters of her provincial small town in southern Arizona to the fast paced world of fashion in one of the most glamorous places on the planet.
Her journey was long and difficult at times, but having worked hard she obtained good grades in her academic life she was stunned to capture a prime position as the PA to Jane Taylor, the head designer and all round boss of the company.
Amy was stunned to get the position, after all it was only the second interview she'd ever had, and in all honesty she never thought she'd get the job or have any chance of working with such an icon in the industry.
Amy had been in her position for little over a year at this point, she was a bright breezy girl with long dark hair a pleasant if not pretty face. She stood a disappointingly short five foot three inches tall which she was constantly reminded was “tiny” in her chosen line of work, even for a PA!
Despite her best efforts and years of fad diets she also carried around about twenty pounds of excess weight, curtsy of her mothers home cooking, which seemed to take up residence mainly on her hips and belly during her late teens and showed absolutely no signs of moving out!.
As Amy gazed from her window she was suddenly brought back to earth by the sound of her intercom.
“Amy get in here and bring in your notes from yesterday!” demanded the small white and silver device which sat prominently on the right corner of her small desk.
Amy jolted into life and she flicked the talk button on the device
“Right away Ms Taylor” replied Amy as she nervously gathered her things from the desk.
The truth was that although Ms Taylor was an icon in the business and a woman who had made careers of many who had worked for her over the years, she was in fact a 100% solid gold BITCH!
Shortly after getting the job as her PA Amy soon found out that her “Luck” at getting her job was tinged with terror and anxiety at the constantly changing mood swings of the woman who was widely known as in the industry as “Queen Bitch”
Amy quickly gathered up her things and bolted into the next office. There she was met by the disturbing sight of Taylor pacing around, clearly upset or angry, Amy found it difficult to always distinguish between the two emotions that Taylor frequently displayed.
“Yes Ms Taylor, what can I do for you?” asked Amy ass he fought to keep her pounding heart in her chest.
Taylor was a chilling sight to behold when she was in this mood. She was tall, over six feet in her stocking feet, which was not unusual in her profession. Her angular features spoke volumes of a life of denial. Her long dark hair always immaculately styled and straightened with almost laser like precision.
This seemed to emphasized her somewhat hardened face making her appear almost masculine. Her long slender figure meant that she could pull off just about any design and her small breasts, barely B cups Amy guessed, and naturally slim hips meant she had a somewhat boyish frame.
“I need a seat on the next plane to New York and I need it yesterday!” started Taylor in a harsh metallic sounding tone. Taylor than flooded Amy with so many instruction and questions that she never thought they would end, but finally Taylor added
“And I want a skinny Latte from the shop on the corner, okay?” The addition of the word “Okay” made the statement sound more like a request than what it really was … an order!
Amy quickly jotted down the instructions and promptly spun on her two inch heels and headed for the door with a purpose.
Suddenly the harsh voice once again caused Amy to shudder
“Stop wait a minute!” came Taylor's voice from behind Amy.
Amy froze to the spot then slowly pivoted back towards Taylor. She knew what was coming next.
“Come here” ordered Taylor
Amy slowly inched her way into the center of the office fully aware that Taylor's eyes were scanning every inch of her frame
“It doesn't look like you've dropped any of that blubber!” commented Taylor cruelly
Amy could feel her cheeks redden with each excruciating second she stood there
“I have and I'm am trying really hard to drop the rest” replied Amy as she clutched her note pad to her chest defensively “But those last twenty are not for budging!” she added with a nervous smile
Taylor slipped onto the large leather chair positioned behind an oversized desk that left no doubt whom was in charge.
“Maybe we should get your teeth wired shut!” said Taylor only half jokingly
“I told you when I took you on that you are a representative of both me and my firm and how you look to others reflects on me directly. I can't have my PA looking like she shops at the XXL store down town, right!” she said
“I mean what are you now?” she added coldly
Amy glanced down nervously at her feet “I'm around 125, 130” she replied. Amy knew that her estimation was, at best optimistic, and that 137 was probably closer to the truth
“Well, you need to be at the most 100 pounds, 95 would be better!” said Taylor
Amy just nodded her acknowledgement of the comment
“So you have a month to get that mashed potato and gravy off your belly and hips or your done here and you can run back to your mom in “God knows whereville” , right!” said Taylor coldly as she started scanning a new design that had been dropped onto her desk earlier in the day
Amy was shocked at the ultimatum and a tear started to form in her right eye.
With as much confidence as she was able to muster she faked a smile and nodded
“Yes, sure thing Ms Taylor as you say”
Amy scurried out of Taylor's office as quickly as she could so as not to let Taylor know just how much the comments had cut her.
Finally back in the relative safety of her small office Amy finally broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.
For several minutes Amy sat distraught in her seat, her tears stung her eyes as they rolled down her face and soaked her cheeks.
Just then her office door burst open
“HEY, AMY!...” announced a far too happy for work voice. It was the unmistakable voice of Amy's best friend and long time confidant Jen Brooks.
Jen was a brash twenty something East coaster from a town just out side New York. Jen, like Amy had mover cross country for the chance of making it in the fashion business. She was a designer by trade, but she'd only managed to secure a job at a relatively lowly position in the office.
As soon as the pair met, which was Amy's first day, they both knew that this was a friendship that was going to last. Jen, unlike Amy, was more like the archetypal statuesque woman you expect to find in a fashion house. Tall, blond and slim with a pert nose and large eyes. She,in her time and just like ninety percent of the office, had tried her hand a modelling but found breaks hard to come by so she'd gone back to school on her own Dime and managed to get herself a good degree in design and fashion.
“What the hell is wrong!” said Jen as she entered the room closing the door behind her.
Amy just sat sobbing into her hands unable to answer the simple question.
Despite Amy's lack of response Jen knew instantly what the problem was. The pair had discussed on several occasions the torrid working environment that Amy had to suffer.
“It's Taylor isn't it?” said Jen her voice cracking with a mixture of anger and sadness
Amy just nodded
“That bitch, who does she think she is!” added Jen as she moved closer to Amy and draped her arm around her as a comfort.
After a few minutes Amy managed to pull herself together and the pair sat chatting for a few minutes.
“She said I've gotta drop some more weight or I'll be out!” sobbed Amy quietly
“But you've done so well recently!” replied Jen
“Well apparently not well enough for her” replied Amy as she started to gather control of her emotions at last.” She told me I had to get down to 100! That's like 35 pounds in a month!”
Jen comforted her friend with a reassuring hug and a smile.
“I know, lets blow this place off for today, I'm done with it. I know I've got a migraine and you need to take a sick day!” proclaimed Jen triumphantly
“But I've got so much to do!” quivered Amy in response
“Nonsense!” demanded Jen as she prized Amy's note pad form her grasp.
Scanning through the list Jen said “Right, you get the bitches latte and I'll sort out the rest!” with that Jen bolted from the office and disappeared from view.
Amy smiled as her day just became a little brighter.
After a quick visit to the bathroom to touch up her rather inadequate make up Amy was soon stood in the queue at the coffee shop. She looked around as she waited patently to be served.
The shop always cheered Amy up, the dark wooden furniture and the smell of coffee roasting always made her think of back home. Finally it was Amy's turn
“Large Latte please” she said as she clutched a ten dollar note in her hand
The young girl smiled back at my and replied “Do you want to go for our new caramel and cream Latte?”
Amy smiled “Oh god no, my boss would have a fit if I came back with that, no a skinny please” she joked.
As she stood waiting Amy wistfully pondered the deliciousness of taking back a calorie laden coffee for Taylor “Gotta be at least 350 calories in that!” she pondered silently “ I bet that's her daily intake!” she added. The internal joke caused her to chuckle for a moment.
Just then the moment was broken as Amy's name was called out and moments later she was heading back to the office.
Having passed on the Latte Amy made her excuses and thirty minutes later she was making her way to the tram stop.
“Wait up!” shouted Jen as she quickly tried to catch up with Amy.
“Where you going?” asked Jen almost out of breath having finally catching up to the greyhound that was Amy
“I thought I'd go home and chill” replied Amy
“No way!” pronounced Jen with a growing smile “You can't possibly play hookie and just go home, have you never seen Ferris Bueller's day off!” she added with a chuckle
“No, we're gonna hit the shops, a little retain therapy and a cheap meal out will see you right, trust aunty Jen!”
Amy was too weak to argue and before long the pair were strolling around the vibrantly colored shops and stalls of China town.