Excited

Although sounding as if she wore pink tutus and silk slippers, Marina Balakina wasn’t actually very graceful, most of the time anyway.
The constant teasing over her name since living in a strange land and her clumsiness didn’t help matters either.
Her feet were too big, her walk was boyish and, although she had a not unattractive face with full pouting lips and noble cheekbones, she slouched a lot; This despite her mama constantly telling her to pull her shoulders back and push her chest out.
‘How you find nice man if you look like malchik’ she’d often say.
She was far more comfortable in jeans on every other occasion outside of work but this morning, standing naked in front of her full length mirror, she was excited; not because of her nakedness, but because tonight was the annual festive dinner dance for the employees of Fluffy Valley Toys Ltd and someone special was escorting her.
She was excited but uncomfortable standing there, running her hands over her porcelain skin, over her hips and average waist, finally cupping her meagre bust with both hands, at which point she screwed her face biting the inside of her cheek in the process.
‘Humph…’ she thought, shaking her head. She could never understand why her mother and sister were well blessed in this particular department whilst she had to be content with the two half tennis balls she was now cupping, hoping they wouldn’t look lost in her new dress.
Boris the cat broke into her thoughts by nuzzling into her ankle and winding his way around her feet purring like a miniature furry engine, she smiled down at him.
‘Why can’t I be a C, D or DD; eh Boris?’ she said turning to the side while flicking her long ash blonde hair over her shoulder and assessing her, not ungenerous, bottom. ‘Ugh…far too big Boris’, she complained, quickly snatching up her dressing gown to cover up the horrid sight.
She collapsed back on the bed staring at her flaky apartment ceiling contemplating useless aerobics classes, the medicinal powers of chocolate and why she had never yet met the right man.
Boris leapt onto her stomach making her jump and she stroked his velvety coat affectionately listening to him purr. It reminded her of the deep purring voice of Mr Summers the new factory manager, her immediate and special boss. Boris leapt to the floor as she suddenly jumped up and waltzed to her dressing table humming a tune from the old country. Opening the drawer slowly she felt a rush of excitement and giggled as she lifted out a paving stone slab of her favourite chocolate. ‘I’ve no willpower Mr Summers, she explained to the slab breaking a piece off, ‘take me now’ she said, popping a chunk of the sensuous chocolate into her mouth. She spun round the room laughing and giggling like a hyperactive child, making Boris leap onto the nearest chair for safety.