Enter the Ballerina

I have just returned to civilisation from a mini-break in the countryside. It was a jolly relaxing hol as I was completely away from the hustle of city life and through a strange twist of fate it was completely devoid of pretty girls. This allowed me to have an awful lot of free time and allowed me to consider things, although mostly through the bottom of a glass of champagne.

Now that I am back in civilisation the usual round of parties begins again, tonight is a party for a rather raunchy company. The place is going to be awash with the usual faces from the industry and at least one girl I find rather comely.

I met her at another launch party a few months ago, but as I was in such a state of disrepair I left early rather then doing anything naughty with her. Last week she started emailing me about a few things and she is going to be at the party tonight, we shall call her the Ballerina as she is a classically trained dancer who has ended up in a slightly different area.

Part of me is worried that she may just be after me for my contacts and what I can do for her career but if this involves her taking me out for lunch a few times and possibly seducing me then I think I will just have to put up with such a ploy. After all, if someone tries that hard it would be rude not to.

Anyway I have a million and one things to do so I must return to work.