It was a world he did not know. An ordinary man, living an ordinary life, but there were his dreams. Dreams that were fed by browsing online, seeing pictures of beautiful women, in even more beautiful clothes. He could only imagine what it meant, to be young, beautiful, to be dressed like a Queen, to be adored. It made him feel weak and passive. As there was nothing in the world that would touch him after such an experience, such a feeling of life departing, his feelings drained. Was it that bad? He did not know what to say, what to think. He was dumbstruck. However this was not a dream, here he was now, being so close to perfection. It was his first day at work, he was starting a new job on the concert hall, and he was about to open the doors, and let the soloist of tonight enter the hall. All was nearly set, the audience had quietened down, and he was waiting for a small nod from the first violinist, the sign that all was ready. That the world was about to encounter the entrance of this famous Lady. He had stood there, at the door, and saw her all of a sudden, walking towards him. As if! That moment, she was there, all smiles. She was wearing a black evening dress, long, of course, hiding her shoes. Although when she walked he saw the beautiful curve of the foot, a wonderful black delicate, fragile high heel, s she strolled, it appeared and disappeared and was like a hypnotic wave to watch. He loved feet, he couldn’t help it. But there was more, so much to take in. Above her full breasts, there was a band of silver lace rising up to her neck. Disappearing behind her, holding the dress, as if floating. All was movement, all was in perpetual motion as she danced towards him. Such an adorable beauty, such grace which had he never experienced before. And the scent that was all around her, it nearly made him drowsy. Now he just hoped the signal would be held back as long as possible, let her stay next to me, he silently plead. The hairs on his neck were standing on full alert, his skin was tingling, and he wanted to hold this moment and not let her go. He wanted to go on his knees and adore her full beauty. This was the image of perfection. His mind wanted so much, it was so strongly imposing images on him. There was no awareness anymore, he was simply swept away.
Then came the signal, he hesitated, as to prolong this moment. Let her be here, for him alone, let them wait. But he needed to do his job properly, he could not fail on the first day with this important task. So, he looked at her, and in a flash also noted the conductor, a fat little man of no importance it seemed. Then he nodded, held her gaze, wanted to shout, “I do this for you and you alone”, but remained silent. Of course, the task of the servant is to serve! So, there he swung open the door, stepping aside, letting her through. And she was just inches away. He could have stretched his arm and touch this perfectness, this Goddess-like creature. Only now in passing, he noted the silver tiara on her head, the matching earrings, and the silver embroidery on the dress. Her naked shoulder passed him close by. He could not take his eyes off her, he was glued to the beauty of her body. He cared for music, a lot, but now his whole attention, all his focus was concentrated on her. He could sense desire in himself, a strong and animalistic desire. Not to take, not to burn and rob, but to surrender. He was just someone in passing, just the assistant opening a door, nodding, serving in making her entrance to this hall. When she slowly descended the long stairs, carefully lifting the hem of her dress as not to trip over it, the spotlight was on her. And he saw her magic outline, a supple and gracious body, the hair like golden flax, the silver tiara dispersing, scattering the light in all directions.
And with each step she left his little bubble, that moment of happiness, so short lived, yet so intense.