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None of the events are true.
This fictitious parody is protected speech under Hustler Magazine, Inc., et. al. v. Jerry Falwell.
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(A sexy makeup artist loves her celebrity clients.)
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Chapter 7: Alicia Keys models in Miami.
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It was so good to be back home in Miami.
I stepped into my condo in South Beach’s famed ICON Building and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. What started as a one-day job in Las Vegas turned into over a week, and it was one of the most enjoyable weeks I’d had.
Doing makeup for Christina Milian, Amerie and Nicole Scherzinger turned out to be some of the most incredible days of my life. I had a wonderful time hanging out with three of the most beautiful and most recognized Black starlets in the business, but I was pretty exhausted from working and needed a bit of rest.
After the doorman took my luggage to the bedroom, I bid him goodbye with a generous tip.
Still holding a stack of letters that I'd gathered from the front desk, I went into the kitchen for a tall glass of apple juice. Sipping the sweet, cool liquid, I went out to my spacious balcony to read the mail and enjoy the peace and serenity of the Miami sunset.
Since working in Miami with Gabrielle Union, I discovered that I really loved this city. As such, after only a short period of time, I decided to relocate here. Thankfully, I’d earned enough from that job and others, to start looking for a permanent home in the Magic City.
However, for convenience, I decided to lease a condo until I found the perfect place to live. After careful research and negotiation, the ICON Building was the perfect choice. The breathtaking view of the Miami skyline sold me immediately.
In addition, tonight, just as when I first moved in, a grand mix of colors danced across the skyline. I admired the cool blues, hot pinks and vibrant oranges that wafted across the sky. I heard the gentle roar of the ocean and smelled the tang of the salt water in the air. I took a deep breath and relaxed, ever so grateful to be home.
Settling into my plush lounge chair on the balcony, I flipped lazily through the envelopes in my lap.
Then I saw it: The correspondence I’d been waiting on.
It was in a brightly-colored pink envelope, a definite representation of the wild personality who sent it.
Excitedly, I ripped it open, anxious to see what decision had been made. I swiftly read the bright pink stationery.
“Yessss!” I shouted. “I’m in! Heyyyyy!”
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Señora Françesca Torres was a world-renowned makeup artist based right here in Miami. Her works of art, usually beautiful African-American models and celebrities, were prominently displayed in fashion magazines throughout the world.
Her Afro-Cuban roots were clearly evident in her appearance. Her long, curly, reddish-brown hair, wild and tousled, her smooth and creamy soft olive skin, her rapid-fire speech and her seductive Cuban accent were all unmistakable clues to her rich heritage.
She was also a true beauty. She was statuesque; standing a full six feet in height yet was extremely shapely. Her curvy, hourglass figure was an absolute dream. She had full, round breasts that sloped into a taut stomach and thick, sultry hips.
Señora Torres was known for her makeup artistry. No one else that I’d modeled myself after had such a passion for the beauty of women of color.
I first studied Señora Torres back in high school. In fact, her work was one of the main reasons why I picked this profession. Her understanding of ethnic skin, particularly darker skin tones, really resonated with me.
According to the letter I now held in my hands, I was chosen to participate in one of her exclusive makeup artistry training sessions. Not only that, the event would serve as a soft launch of her new cosmetics line, Spanish Rose.
I’d gotten the invitation to attend over a month ago and was ecstatic that a solo artist as new as I was had even been invited. I immediately submitted my RSVP with my payment and waited expectantly for an answer. Her classes were only held twice a year, and they filled up immediately. However, I could now rejoice because I’d actually gotten in.
This exclusive class was for one day only. The class would meet this Thursday, with a three-hour session in the morning, a break for lunch and then a three-hour session in the afternoon.
Since it was already Monday evening, I only had a couple of days to prepare. Since I had been out of town longer than expected, my mind swirled with a list of all the tasks I had to complete before the class.
First I had meetings scheduled on Wednesday with my lawyer and my accountant about the recent work I'd done as well as my upcoming projects. To be fully prepared, I’d have to organize and make copies of all of the contracts for the work I’d done in Vegas. Then I’d have to sort through and copy all of my receipts. Finally, I’d have to print out the production notes I’d made on my upcoming book and DVD series, along with the sample pages and packaging designs.
I also had a number of other tasks to complete. I had to clean and dry my brushes, replace all of the product I was low on, clean and organize my makeup case, update my portfolio with all of my Vegas pictures, brush up on a few techniques…
Just then, I heard the light chime of my cell phone. Picking it up, I smiled. It was a text message from Fran, who I’d met a few weeks ago on the Gabrielle Union shoot. She was checking to see if I was back in town and if I was, did I want to hang out.
I grinned as I pictured the petite, brown beauty. I licked my lips at the thought of her tasty, wet pussy.
Work could wait until tomorrow.
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Thursday morning, I found myself seated in an elaborate hotel conference room. The Shore Club was one of South Beach’s most luxurious properties, and I was extremely excited to be there.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you so much for coming today.” A sexy, honey-brown woman addressed the small group of us seated in the room. “My name is Kayla Donovan, and I’m Señora Torres’ assistant. Welcome to her class. Thank you so much for coming!”
She beamed at our applause. “She’ll begin the class at 9am sharp. Until then, please feel free to mingle amongst yourselves. Also, please enjoy the refreshments in the back of the room. Thank you.”
I looked around, pleased to see all the people present. There were about twenty of us seated in the spacious conference room. As we walked in, at the far end of the room, a large stage had been constructed, and a large mirror sat at its rear. Also on the stage sat a podium with a microphone attached to it.
The front of the stage was connected to a long runway that led down the middle of the room and into the audience.
Also, two large video screens were set up on either side of the stage. I noticed a number of camera operators setting up the cables and checking the video, audio and lighting equipment.
In the room, to the right, sat three long tables. On each table were several individual makeup cases. Each case was open and brimming with various beauty products.
The rest of the room consisted of several rows of chairs along with two refreshment tables at the back, providing us with a light, continental breakfast.
After Kayla’s welcome speech, I rose to grab a bite to eat. Filling my plate with fresh fruit and a couple of hot, flaky croissants, I chatted briefly with some of the other participants. I found that most of them were as excited as I was to finally have a chance to learn the art of professional makeup application from Señora Torres.
A few minutes later, I glanced at the clock. It was just before nine. As I took my seat, Kayla walked up and sat next to me. I was immediately enchanted with her bright, pretty smile.
“Hi. Nikii Clarke?”
“Yes?” I couldn’t help but smile at the gorgeous creature.
She extended her hand. “Hi. I’m Kayla Donovan. Señora Torres wanted me to welcome you personally. We’ve seen your work. You’re pretty amazing to be such a new artist.”
Kayla had a warm and inviting smile that put me instantly at ease. Her jet-black hair fell in wild ringlets that complemented her rich, honey-brown skin. The soft spirals caressed her face, framing her almond-shaped eyes perfectly. Her cute, pert nose and smooth skin made me smile, but I decided to focus back on her full, juicy lips.
As we shook hands, touching her smooth and silky brown skin gave me a delicious shiver.
“Well, thanks for the invitation,” I said. “As soon as I got it, I filled it out and sent it back immediately!” We both laughed. “I wasn’t sure if I’d gotten in, but I’m definitely glad I’m here now.”
She shook her head. “Oh no. You were fine. Rose Grandon from Essence magazine gave us your name. Constance Sharpe called us too. They both said you have natural talent.” Her voice lowered. “Actually, I heard you were fantastic on the Gabrielle Union shoot.”
I flashed back to my conversation with Rose in the Las Vegas airport. That’s what she was talking about? She’d referred me for this class? I grinned, pleased at my good luck.
However, I paused for a moment. Rose was only commenting on my makeup skills, right? She couldn’t have known about “my other skills,” could she?
Then Kayla eyed me up and down and winked at me.
Wait. Did Gabrielle tell Rose about me? Did Fran? I sighed and shook my head. If one more person spilled my personal tea–
Just then, I heard the first few bars of a popular Latin song come through the speakers.
Kayla jumped up. “Uh oh. I have to go. We’re ready to get started. It was nice meeting you. I’ll talk to you later,” she said as she hurried toward the stage.
A few moments later, the entire room darkened. The Latin music grew louder, and a forceful guitar solo pulsated from the speakers. All of a sudden, wafts of smoke rose from the back of the room.
I turned toward the back just in time to see the doors fly open.
Then two by two, twenty of the most incredibly beautiful women of color emerged through the doors. Each woman carried an elaborate hand-held fan, made out of hot-pink ostrich feathers, and waved it wildly. Their complexions ranged from the lightest golden brown to the richest expresso. The slender and svelte models were just as gorgeous and regal as the lush and curvy ones.
Each model wore a hot-pink cropped halter top and matching tap pants. Gold sequins trimmed the silky material. Each wore gold high-heeled shoes that were at least four inches in height. Their makeup was flawless, and each woman's hair was styled beautifully.
Their procession continued up the middle of the aisle all the way to the runway. Walking up the length of the runway, the ladies continued strutting toward the stage. Once they all hit the stage, they gracefully fluttered across and took various positions on the raised platform.
Finally, in unison with the musical crescendo, a wildly dressed figure entered through the doors and strutted down to the middle of the runway.
Señora Françesca Torres, in all her glory, seemed to glide straight up the runway to the stage.
Her long, curly reddish-brown hair was wild and tousled as usual. She wore a vibrant orange sundress that fit every luscious curve on her body. Her full breasts, nearly bursting out, were accentuated with a bit of delicate, orange lace trim on the bodice of the dress. Several antique gold bangles adorned her slender wrists, and four-inch stilettos decorated her tiny feet.
Grabbing the microphone, her voice boomed. “Señors, Señoras y Señoritas! Bienvenido! Welcome!”
A burst of applause erupted around the room. I, too, was caught up, clapping wildly.
She continued. “Gracias! Gracias! Me llamo… Françesca Torres! And today I am going to teach you about…beauty!” Her hand extended upward into a grand gesture.
We began clapping again, caught up in the festive atmosphere.
She threw her head back and laughed heartily. The grand spectacle was mesmerizing.
She extended her hand, with a grand flourish, toward the young models on the stage. “And please welcome mi Rose Petals!” We clapped wildly as the lovely ladies took a bow.
Señora Torres continued her introduction in a delicious blend of English and Spanish. She quickly regaled us with tales of the photo shoots she’d done and the celebrities she’d worked on.
Then she paused. “Enough about me. Let’s get on with the class! Primero, I need a volunteer.”
She looked around the room. “You! You there in the red! Señorita! Bella!”
Huh? I looked around. Me?
“Yes, you!” Françesca waved me up. “Let’s hear it for the pretty lady in red!”
I heard the wild applause as I tentatively rose to my feet and made my way up to the stage. I relaxed, however, once I saw my reflection in the large mirror behind the stage.
Thankfully, I knew I looked great. I wore a scarlet red short-sleeved wrap dress, cinched tightly around my slender waist. The soft jersey material swung freely, and the hem fell just at my mid-thigh. I was also grateful I wore my secret weapon: A pair of black patent leather peep-toe pumps. The extra inches of height not only gave me a more regal look but also made my calves look fantastic.
“Sit here, Chica,” Señora Torres said as a member of the hotel staff placed a chair in the middle of the stage. “¿Como se llama usted? What is your name?”
“Nikii. Nikii Clarke.”
“Señorita Clarke! Welcome!”
She addressed the group. “I’m introducing my new line of makeup, and Señorita Clarke is my model today. The line is called Spanish Rose by Françesca Torres. Each of you will receive a sample of the line to use throughout the duration of the class, and it will be yours to keep.” She paused. “Now, I shall work my magic on this Bella Chica!”
I sat perfectly still as she quickly removed my makeup with one of her new products. The rose fragrances swirled and tickled my nose delightfully. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.
“Ahhh, Señorita Clarke likes it,” she teased.
All I could do was blush.
Then she quickly blended a set of marvelous golds and soft browns and deftly added them to my eyes, cheeks and lips. I noticed that while she held the brushes, her pinky finger kept brushing against the side of my face, stroking it gently. I hoped that it was on purpose and I hoped that no one else noticed.
After only a few minutes, she stepped back. “He lo aquí! Here it is!” she exclaimed.
The audience oohed and ahhed at my transformation.
She handed me a small mirror. When I looked at my reflection, I gasped. The change was incredibly dramatic. I instantly looked more sophisticated and more polished. Now I knew I had skills, but this woman was truly an artist.
“You like?” she whispered.
“It’s wonderful.”
“Gracias, Señorita Clarke. You can take your seat. Adiós Bella Chica! Everyone, give her a round of applause for being such a good sport and such a beautiful model!”
As I went back to my seat, Kayla came to the microphone and announced a short break.
Quickly, and seemingly out of nowhere, the hotel staff entered and changed the setup of the room. In the middle of the room, just at the foot of the runway, they arranged twenty chairs into a tight circle. Outside of that circle, they placed another twenty chairs in a slightly larger circle. The double circle of chairs took up most of the center of the room.
Once everything was ready, the real program began. First, Kayla instructed us to take a makeup case filled with Señora Torres’ beauty products from the tables located on the right side of the room. Then we were directed to take seats in the outer circle of chairs.
At that point, Señora Torres announced “Here come your models!”
At that moment, the twenty “Rose Petals” reappeared from the back of the room. Kayla informed us that the models had been pre-assigned to us by a number on the back of our makeup cases. Turning mine around, I chuckled. I had lucky number seven.
Just then, an incredible 5’9” beauty strolled over to me. “I have number seven. Are you mine?” she said saucily.
She shouldn’t play with me like that. “Yes. I’m Nikii. Nikii Clarke.”
“Yes. I know who you are. I’m Dayanna. Dayanna Lewis.” Her skin, the color of rich milk chocolate, absolutely gleamed. Her long, dark hair lay sleek and straight down her back.
Dayanna’s curvy figure was neatly dressed in a gold silk top and a pair of fitted white pants that clung to her lusciously full hips and thighs. As I admired the chocolate beauty, her fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I immediately recognized her scent as the latest offering from a mega popstar.
Then Kayla instructed our models to take a seat in the inner circle of chairs, and turn them around so that the models sat directly in front of us. Once everyone was situated, Señora Torres began the instruction.
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Over two hours later, I was impressed with how much I’d learned.
Dayanna looked gorgeous in the new makeup I applied to her pretty face. Her soft, brown skin glowed with the satiny browns, regal coppers and rich golds I applied to her eyes. I also used a soft berry blush on her high cheekbones and a matching lipstick on her full, kissable lips.
Señora Torres was a patient instructor, walking around and giving private instruction and tips to each of the participants. And every time she instructed me personally, she rested her soft hands on my shoulders, squeezing them gently.
Once the morning session was done, Señora Torres called for the lunch break. “And make sure you come back after lunch!” she announced. “I have a special surprise at the end of our class!”
Suddenly famished, I remembered that there was an upscale restaurant on the first floor. As I was about to leave, Señora Torres and Kayla stopped me to chat for a moment. I quickly grabbed my newly updated photo book and let them flip through it. Both of them were impressed with my work, especially with what I’d just done in Las Vegas.
Señora Torres fawned over my work. “Muy buena, Señorita Clarke. I’m very, very impressed. I look forward to working with you in the future.”
“Gracias Señora Torres,” I beamed. “I’ve loved every minute so far.”
“Well, we’ve taken up enough of your time. Enjoy your lunch, Bella Chica!” she replied. She and Kayla left with a wave.
As I headed downstairs, I heard a light voice call my name.
“Nikii?”
I turned. It was Dayanna. My heart pounded at her exquisite beauty.
“Hey girl!” she beamed.
“Hey Dayanna.”
“You did an awesome job on my makeup. I love it a lot.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, are you busy? Want to have lunch together?”
Just like that? “Sure.”
Ten minutes later, Dayanna and I were seated at the bar in the Shore Club waiting for a table. In that short span of time, I learned that she was originally from Indianapolis and that she’d been modeling for a little over four years.
Finally, the Maître d' came over and showed us to our table. As I walked behind her, I watched Dayanna’s full, plump ass wiggle in front of me. I smiled as I imagined my lips and tongue licking and caressing her soft, dark skin.
Once we were seated, it only took a few minutes for the waiter to come and take our orders. As he scurried away, she leaned in and looked me straight in the eye.
“Nikii, I’m not really hungry,” she confessed. “Or at least not for food.”
She grabbed my hand. “Are you game for some fun?”
I nodded. She was moving fast, but I was definitely game.
She motioned for the waiter. “Excuse me, sir? Please send our order up to Room 507. Thanks!”
I was floored. “You have a room here?”
She winked. “Sure do. I was flown in last night to model for Señora Torres. Come with me.”
We raced up to her suite. We barely got into the room before she pulled my hand and dragged me to the bed. As we lay down, she grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me toward her and kissed me violently. Her tongue went deep into my mouth, and I began to tremble.
Loving her extreme passion, I needed to see her naked body. “Get undressed,” I moaned.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Dayanna jumped up, opened the door for the waiter and impatiently hurried him inside. Once he'd set up our meal, she quickly ushered him out. Then she quickly slid back onto the bed.
She ripped off her clothes until she was completely nude and reached for me. She slid her hand underneath my wrap dress and went straight for my panties.
As her fingers slid inside and hit my clit, I grabbed the tie on my wrap dress and yanked it unloose. Underneath, I wore a gold bra and panty set, complete with a matching garter belt. She slid off my undergarments and marveled at my body.
"Nice, baby. Very nice," she whispered in my ear, nibbling at my sensitive skin.
She reached up and grabbed a black velvet bag from atop the nightstand. She slowly removed a black harness with a long, black dildo attached. My pussy jumped at the sight of the dark intruder.
“I saw that,” she said. “Why did you jump? Is it because you haven’t been fucked in a while?” she teased.
I drew in my breath sharply and shook my head. It’d been ages since I’d been dicked down.
“Good,” she said as she strapped up. “Now lie back, and take this fucking like a good little girl.”
Her aggressiveness set me on fire as I obeyed her command. I spread my legs wide as she leaned into my pussy and took a long lick. I trembled at the ticklish sensation. She licked harder, savoring every drop, until I nearly erupted right then and there.
Then she slowly crawled up the bed until she was hovering right over me. She lowered her body just until we were barely touching, with the tip of her dick right at the entrance of my wet slit. She teased me, slipping it in an inch, and then out. She repeated the movements as I bucked my hips toward her, trying to get her stiff cock inside.
She kept up the taunting until I cried out. Then suddenly, she impaled me.
“Oh fuck me,” I screamed.
She slid her arms around me and took me fully. I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist as she bucked against me, her dick driving faster and harder into me.
I wrapped my arms around her tightly, and I felt the sweat on her back as she pounded me senseless. Tears slipped out of the corner of my eyes when I realized it had been way too long since I’d been fucked.
Though I loved and preferred oral play, there were times when I needed the discipline of a good stiff pounding. This turned out to be one of those times.
I lie there helplessly as her hips thrust against me, her dick plunging into me at a rapid pace. Beads of sweat dripped from my body as her rhythm increased. Her stiff, black dick inched closer and closer to my G-spot.
“Deeper, baby,” I moaned. “Deeper!”
She plunged even harder as she kissed and sucked my neck. Then I looked deep into her eyes. The raw passion that was reflected there upped the intensity even more. Suddenly overwhelmed, I rained kisses all over her face as she continued her assault on my pussy.
My body tensed, and I arched into her, reading myself for the explosive climax that was just heartbeats away. She leaned down as she continued stroking me and drew my stiff nipple into her mouth.
“Dayanna!” I shrieked. “Oh God, Dayanna!” I hunkered against her as she continued ravishing my body.
Suddenly she hit my sweet spot, and I went insane. “Oh my God!” I screamed. I literally saw stars as I exploded. I cried out, sure the entire hotel could hear me. I rode the delicious waves of ecstasy, needing and wanting every bit of the immense pleasure she was giving me.
She continued her delicious thrusting until I could could only lie there, limp and exhausted. Finally she slowed down and eventually stopped. I lie there panting as she slowly pulled out.
“You’re so sweet,” she whispered as she licked my neck. “Such a good girl!”
Then I remembered who I was and what my talents were. Not to be outdone, I was determined to turn this sweet bitch out. “Now your turn,” I said as I unhooked her harness. “You’d better be ready for this tongue lashing you’re about to get.”
Her eyes widened as I flipped her onto her back. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her.
“Hush,” I said. “You want to be in control? Well, your time has passed. Now you’re gonna lie back, and take it!” I pressed my lips to hers, putting a halt to any of her protests. Soon, she gave up and surrendered to my passionate kisses.
Relinquishing control, she lay there open for me. I moved my mouth and tongue lower and nipped at her neck. As I did so, I grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. Then I bent my head and licked from one nipple to the other as she squirmed on the bed.
After teasing her, I licked lower and lower, teasing the soft skin underneath her breasts, then on to her stomach. Finally, I spread her legs and took a long lick of her heated pussy. Her sweet taste lingered on my eager tongue. Delighted, I licked again.
“Oh yes,” she sighed. “Yes, Nikii! Yes!”
I slurped the sweet juices from her pussy as fast as I could. Knowing she was already close, I wanted to bring her off as quickly as I could. Grabbing her hips to hold her steady, I licked hard and fast.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she screamed. “Oh God, yessss!” Her words turned into whimpers and moans as her passion sent her into overload.
Quickly, I slid two fingers deep inside her pussy and pressed upward.
“Fuck me, Nikii! Fuck me!” she cried. Her hips wriggled so much that I could barely hang on.
I felt her legs twitch and shake and I knew that she was almost over the edge. I pumped my fingers harder as I sped up my tongue strokes.
Suddenly, she was there. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Oh God! Now!”
Pure, sweet, sugary liquid flowed from her core onto my fingers, lips and tongue. I slurped up every drop.
“Ohhhh,” she sighed as her passion ebbed. She pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me, her body still trembling. “God that was great! I loved it!”
I kissed her gently on the lips. Then I kissed her again. “So did I, honey. So did I.”
~~~
“Welcome back from lunch, everyone!” Señora Torres announced. She had changed from the orange sundress into a sky blue flowy top, black leggings and black sandals. “Let’s continue with the class.”
I was still trembling at Dayanna’s manhandling of me, but I struggled to get back to work.
The Rose Petals came out in black silk robes, tightly knotted at the waist and black high-heeled shoes. Once they were seated before us, Señora Torres launched into another set of makeup tips and tricks that allowed us to make the ladies look even lovelier than before.
Before I knew it, another hour had passed. I was impressed at my newly found skill due to Señora Torres’ expert instruction. Over the course of the hour, I experimented on Dayanna’s rich brown skin with pinks, purples, browns and even a bit of vibrant orange. I enjoyed applying the beautiful makeup to Dayanna and each look I gave her looked ravishing.
Before long, Señora Torres called us all to attention. “Now for the final two hours,” she announced, “we’re going to learn something special.” She took a dramatic pause as she looked around the room. “Today, I will teach you the art of…body painting!”
My eyes widened. I was truly in heaven. Actually touching such beautiful bodies? Was she serious?
Just then, each of the Rose Petals stood and undid their robes. Slipping them off, every single model wore a hot pink bikini swimsuit. Exquisite crystal beading outlined each piece. My heart fluttered when I noticed that Dayanna’s large breasts threatened to spill over the cups of her bra. The shiny crystal beads sparkled against her smooth, dark skin.
“Many times as makeup artists, you’ll be called to do something more dramatic than normal makeup application,” Señora Torres said. “After today, you’ll be able to command greater fees and greater respect with these body painting and body artistry techniques in your repertoire.”
Señora Torres moved next to one of the participants, picked up one of the makeup cases she’d given us and held it up. “Now those of you who are new to body painting, please use the pack of stencils I’ve developed that’s been included in your makeup kit. Those of you who are more comfortable with drawing freehand may do so instead.”
She set the makeup case down and moved back into the center of our circle. “First, we’re going to start with drawing simple circles. Take the gold shadow in the two-ounce pot and start with the face. Use brush number two and start with the model’s right cheek first. Everyone watch me.”
She dipped the flat brush in the gold shadow and with the flick of her wrist, drew a tiny circle on her model’s bare skin. One of the camera operators zoomed in on her work, which popped up on the large screens.
Señora Torres stood back and looked at us. “Now you try. And draw different sizes of circles. Varying the size gives you more options. Make them as large and as small as you can.”
Dayanna winked at me as I carefully outlined a small circle on her cheek. In that instant, my mind flashed back on her fucking me into oblivion. I shook my head to clear the image and, my hands trembling, I filled in the tiny gold sphere with two swirls of my brush.
Señora Torres then moved on to other easy symbols, such as triangles, squares and rectangles. We all practiced the techniques on the beautiful models, giggling at the cute designs.
“Now, all of the models, please stand,” Señora Torres said. “We’re going to try some body art.”
When the models stood, I nearly passed out at their nearly nude, gorgeous brown figures.
“Now, let’s try a heart.” Señora Torres dipped her brush into the red shadow and outlined a heart on her model’s stomach.
Once Dayanna stood, I copied Señora Torres’ movement and drew a heart on Dayanna’s firm stomach. She giggled at the ticklish sensation of my brush strokes as I smiled at the sexy brand I’d just placed on her.
“Ok. Let’s try something more complicated,” Señora Torres instructed. “Try a diamond. Just use the triangle technique that I showed you earlier and add another one to make a diamond. Then fill it in. And this time, use the silver shadow. Then use the white shadow as an accent.”
Within a few seconds, Dayanna’s chocolate skin had a brilliantly painted diamond.
“Now let’s do squiggles,” Señora Torres announced. “Now, drawing a bunch of squiggles does sound a bit childlike, but just wait. Squiggles are the basis of many other shapes, such as elaborate dragons and serpents. Now you try.”
I followed her instructions and played on Dayanna’s skin. She giggled as I swirled the brush over her skin.
“Now, let’s wipe off all of the makeup and try a few more techniques.” Señora Torres grabbed her brush again. “For the final hour, we’ll just freestyle some designs. Treating the face and body like a blank canvas is my favorite technique. Just do some freehand art on your living canvas,” she smiled.
“Yes, Nikii,” Dayanna whispered. “Feel free to use my body any way you like!”
She needn’t tease me like that. Especially not now.
“And remember,” Señora Torres added, “every one of your makeup designs can be accented with crystals, beads, glitter, feathers and other materials. Just use standard eyelash glue to affix such accessories to the body.”
Dayanna was a great sport as I decorated her face and body with the most avant-garde designs and images.
As the time wound down, Señora Torres was kind enough to let us take pictures of our own designs. Thankfully, my digital cameral always traveled with me since, whenever possible, I took photos of my own work. Though I always got copies of the pictures from my clients, I liked to keep my own collection of my artistry.
Dayanna was gracious enough to not only give me permission to photograph her, but she even signed one of my quick and dirty release forms. Her signed release allowed me to use the pictures commercially as long as I gave her reasonable compensation.
Soon Señora Torres called us all to attention. “Thank you so much for your participation. Now we’ll take one more intermission. Please take a few moments to gather your belongings and pack up your equipment. Also, be sure to check the inside of your makeup kit to find an evaluation form. Please fill it out and leave it in the basket on the side table. When we come back…we’ll have the grand finale!”
As we all packed up our equipment, I thanked Dayanna with a warm hug. “Thank you so much! You were the best model here.” I pulled back and looked directly into her eyes. “Actually, you were one of the best ever,” I whispered.
She smiled and gently touched my cheek. “You’re very talented, Nikii,” she winked. “I wish you the best of luck.” Then she scurried to the back to prepare for the finale.
The hotel staff came back into the room and removed the double circles of chairs. They also cleaned up the loose makeup that had fallen on the chairs and to the floor, straightened up the room and made everything nice and neat again.
A few moments later, once everyone was settled, the room darkened and Señora Torres walked out to the front of the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you again for your participation. Please sit back, relax and enjoy the ride!”
Suddenly, wafts of gray smoke surrounded her ankles. All at once, the smoke became very thick and engulfed her completely. After only a minute, the smoke dissipated and Señora Torres had seemingly vanished into thin air. We all clapped and cheered loudly.
As up-tempo Latin music boomed through the speakers, we were treated to an elaborate fashion show with the Rose Petals. Each of the women wore a beautifully designed outfit, and each had impeccable makeup. I clapped wildly at all of the stunning models.
All too soon, the fashion show looked as if it were ending. As the models took their final pass across the stage and down the runway, a hooded figure was last in line. The person was cloaked in a long, dramatic, black satin cape.
The figure twirled and spun in the center of the stage. Finally, with a grand gesture, the figure threw back the hood.
My breath caught.
Right in front of us, stood the amazingly talented Alicia Keys.
Alicia Keys, one of the greatest songstresses of our time, was absolutely stunning. Her hair, jet black and shiny, fell in beautiful waves that fanned her face and draped over her shoulders.
Dark red glitter had been applied to her eyelids, and her lips were decorated with a crimson-red lipstick. Her smooth, light skin was simply flawless.
Then she unsnapped the front of her cape and I gasped.
Alicia wore a sparkly crimson dress, draped off one shoulder, that gently skimmed her ankles. The brilliantly sequined material looked radiant against her smooth skin.
She pranced across the stage, as dramatic as I’d ever seen her. We all went crazy, clapping and cheering for the Grammy-winning singer and musician.
As Alicia took her final bow, the twenty Rose Petals gathered around her on the stage. Señora Torres then appeared and took Alicia’s hand. Both women took a grand bow.
Señora Torres spoke into her microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting Ms. Alicia Keys!” We again went wild with applause.
Alicia took another bow and one of the Rose Petals, a light brown beauty, handed Alicia a microphone. “Thank you so much!” she said. “I want all of you to know that I love and appreciate all the support you’ve given me over the years.”
Then she turned to Señora Torres. “This woman, Señora Torres, means so much to me. Not only does she make ethnic women more beautiful and more elegant, she’s also a philanthropist and a humanitarian. She donates to numerous charities all over the world. Señora Torres truly is a special individual.”
“We have one last surprise for all of you,” Señora Torres announced as one of the Rose Petals brought a small fishbowl to the stage. “Each of your pre-assigned numbers has been entered into a raffle for tonight’s grand prize.”
Grand prize? I didn’t see or hear anything about a grand prize.
Señora Torres paused for dramatic effect. “Two lucky winners selected tonight will win…dinner tonight…with myself and Alicia Keys!”
I almost fell out of my chair. I was number seven. Would I get lucky tonight?
Reaching into the bowl, Señora Torres pulled out a small piece of paper. “The first lucky winner is…number fifteen! Number fifteen!”
A shriek rang out across the room. An older woman ran up to the stage and hugged both Señora Torres and Alicia. The pretty woman whispered in Señora Torres’ ear.
Señora Torres embraced the woman again, then spoke into her microphone. “Congratulations to Emily Stewart! Everyone, let’s hear it for Emily!”
After our applause died down, Señora Torres reached into the bowl again. “And now for the final winner. The second person who will join me and Alicia Keys for dinner tonight is…”
My hands clenched and my heart pounded. Seven. Seven. Please call number seven!
Señora Torres paused. “The winner is…number four! Number four!” A young man leapt out of his chair and ran up to the stage. We clapped as he hugged Alicia and Señora Torres.
Then he whispered in Señora Torres’ ear. “Everyone,” she announced, “let’s hear it for Aaron!”
Damn. I’d have loved to join them. Wistfully, I wished both Emily and Aaron a silent congratulations.
Señora Torres said her final thanks and goodbyes and wished us well in our careers. She and Alicia linked arm-in-arm and left the stage, with the Rose Petals close behind. Dayanna waved at me as she followed the procession off the stage. Smiling, I waved back. She had been simply fantastic.
The program regrettably over, I carefully collected my belongings as I rose to leave. Holding my old makeup case in my hand, while tucking the new case underneath my arm, caused a dilemma. Trying to balance both cases, my purse and my backpack was proving to be a challenge.
“Need some help?”
I looked around. Kayla reached from behind me and grabbed one of the cases. “I got it,” she smiled. “Don’t worry.”
She set the case down in one of the chairs next to us. “Why don’t we sit for a moment?”
We both sat down. Then she smiled at me.
“So how are you?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. I got to play in makeup all day," I smiled. "The real question is how are you? You must be worn out!”
“A little,” she laughed. “But I’m good. Well, almost. I am exhausted!”
“Oh, you poor thing!” I said. “Well for what it’s worth, you all did a fantastic job. I loved everything!”
“Thanks! That means a lot. So now that class is over, are you free, or do you have plans tonight?”
“No, no plans. Well, nothing except going home to chill.”
“Well,” she said, “would you like to come to dinner with us? The restaurant’s just within walking distance, and we have a private room reserved for all of us.”
I frowned. “But I didn’t win the drawing…”
Kayla chuckled. “Did you really think you weren’t coming? You’re the newest star in this business!” She looked me up and down. “Señora Torres and I have so much to teach you…” she trailed off as she lightly pinched my thigh. “And Alicia does too.”
Then she paused. “You think you’re ready for all of us?”
I grinned.
She had no idea.
~~~
Dinner with Alicia and Señora Torres was wonderful.
We all met at a swank restaurant located right on South Beach. Though we were seated in a VIP room on the second floor, the room had a large picture window with a wonderful view of the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was filled with a wonderful blend of colors.
I was pleased to see that several members of Alicia’s team joined us. Alicia’s manager, Troy Ross, and her hair stylist, Vance Jordan were both incredibly handsome men; each tall and regal with rich, brown skin.
Alicia’s personal assistant, Robin Hill, was a lush and curvy beauty with a dazzling white smile. I also met Alicia’s lead stylist Shannon Kingston. Shannon, a stunning, tall beauty with blonde streaks in her auburn hair, surprised me with her equally stunning Australian accent.
Everyone was very friendly and engaging, especially Alicia. She entertained us with stories of her recent pilgrimage to Egypt. I was enthralled listening to her passionately describe the natural beauty of the great pyramids. Hearing her describe the majestic stonework and seeing the excited gleam in her eyes made me excited about taking such a trip myself.
Soon we finished our meal, and I thanked everyone for their graciousness.
As I was leaving, Kayla stopped me again. “Nikii, I’ve really enjoyed your company. We all did. A small group of us are going to Señora Torres’ studio. Would you like to come?”
“I’d love to come. I wouldn’t miss it.”
“The studio’s here in South Beach, right off Collins Avenue at 16th.”
“Oh, yeah. I heard her studio was in that area. What’s the address?”
As she spoke, I typed the address into my new iPhone. Plotting out the directions, I told Kayla I’d see them shortly.
Ten minutes later, I pulled up in front of a small yet elegant storefront. As I parked and walked in, Shannon was in the front room. “Nikii Baby!” she exclaimed, her clipped Australian accent in full effect. “Glad you could make it.”
“I am too,” I smiled. “Y’all are really fun to hang around.”
“Yeah. All of us ‘ave been together for years. Five at least.”
“I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be. It's a lot of work. Hardly any free time a’all.”
Shannon and I stood there chatting for a few more moments when I heard someone call my name.
“Hey Nikii!” Vance called out to me as he walked toward us with Alicia in tow.
He was just about to ask me something when, at that same moment, Señora Torres came out of the back with a tray of drinks. “Ok everyone. Grab a glass for a toast.”
“Champagne? How nice," I smiled as I took a glass. “Thanks!”
As I admired the ripe strawberry at the bottom of my champagne glass, I looked over to see several trays of fresh fruit on a table near the back of the room. Pineapple slices, strawberries and cherries lay on glass platters on the elaborately dressed table.
As I looked at the fruit, a wicked thought of my tryst with Amerie in Las Vegas raced through my mind. The thought of her soft, nude body and my head between her legs made me blush.
“E’rything alright, mate?” Shannon asked.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. I was just...”
Thankfully Señora Torres began to speak. “Everyone? I propose a toast. Here’s to Alicia and her wonderful team. May her upcoming album give them all the success in the world! Cheers!”
We all clinked glasses and I took a sip of the cool liquid. Absolutely delicious.
Señora Torres continued. “Please help yourselves to the light dessert I’ve prepared for you. There’s plenty of food and drink, so enjoy!”
As we all mingled, I started chatting with Alicia’s manager Troy. He and I were getting along great. He impressed me with all the events he'd scheduled for Alicia lately, and he made me laugh with stories of some of their less than professional moments.
As we joked, I noticed that Alicia was at the other end of the room with Señora Torres, Kayla, Shannon, Robin and Vance.
Breaking away from her group, Alicia walked over to Troy and I. She wrapped one arm around him and the other around me. Then she leaned her head on my shoulder. “Hey Nikii! How are you?”
Her soft skin touching mine sent electric shocks through me. “I’m great. You?”
“I’m good. Listen. I’ve really liked your work today. And I’ve heard so much about you,” she winked.
I shook my head. This was too much.
Alicia continued. “I’m on my way to New York. I have a busy day tomorrow. First, I’m shooting a feature for Ebony magazine. Then I'm doing promotion for my new album. After that, I have some charity events. Finally, I'm attending the premiere for my new movie. Señora Torres is coming along to be my makeup artist. Now Kayla’s coming with her, but she’s going to need another assistant. Are you interested?”
I nearly said yes right on the spot. Thankfully, Troy was standing right there, so we negotiated as a threesome. As we ironed out the details, I found out that there would be several events that I could style Alicia for. We ultimately agreed upon a killer fee that would set me up for quite a while.
Alicia perked up. “Great! That settles it. You’re officially mine for the next two days!” I grinned as Alicia winked and hugged me tight.
~~~
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re preparing for takeoff.” The friendly voice booming from the speakers set me at ease. Flying always made me a bit nervous, but the comfort of Alicia’s chartered flight on a private jet was hard to ignore.
The interior of the spacious, luxurious plane was unlike any other I’d ever seen. No expense had been spared to make the jet lavish and elegant yet still relaxed and comfortable.
The entire front cabin was decorated in a soft cream color. From the plush leather seats, to the walls, to the overhead compartments, cream was the dominant shade.
Elaborate gold fixtures and polished wood grain trim also adorned the cabin. There was even an expensive hand-woven rug down the center aisle.
As for the seating arrangements, the front of the cabin had five rows, where each row had two plush seats on each side. Toward the back of the cabin were two couches, one on each side, each decorated with cream-colored pillows. As a final touch, a plasma screen TV, along with a DVD/CD player and the requisite speakers, were installed in the wall console at the rear.
Just behind the front cabin was a hot galley where one of the flight attendants prepared a light snack for us. At the very rear of the plane, I was told, was a door that led to a private stateroom for Alicia.
As I relaxed in a seat in one of the back rows of chairs, I again heard the pilot’s voice over the loudspeaker:
“We are scheduled to arrive in New York City at approximately 11:30pm Eastern Standard Time.” After a few additional pre-flight instructions, we were cleared for takeoff.
Once we were in the air, everyone went to his or her own work:
Alicia was in the back bedroom alone, resting.
Troy sat near the cockpit while he worked in order to to stay close to the action. As he worked, he scribbled notes onto a legal pad and made notes into a mini recorder.
Robin napped in her seat next to Kayla.
However, I sat quietly, watching and taking notes as Vance, Shannon and Señora Torres sat on the back couches and discussed Alicia’s upcoming schedule:
Once we landed late tonight and got to the hotel, Alicia would do three nighttime radio interviews before she went to bed.
Then first thing in the morning, at 6:30am, she was to arrive at the Ebony magazine shoot. She'd take the photos while conducting a few interviews in between. When she was done, she had a break until about 3pm when she’d head over to a local record store for an album signing.
That afternoon, by 4pm, she would appear at a charity event. Then at 4:30pm, she was off to a hospital to meet with children in the pediatric ward.
Back at the hotel by 5pm, we’d then style her for her evening events.
At 7pm, she’d arrive on the red carpet for her new movie premiere. Once she left the premiere party at about midnight, since it would be Friday night, she would make appearances at two or three clubs before the night was done.
Because Alicia wanted a stylish appearance for each of the events in her busy day, Señora Torres had many ideas for Alicia’s many looks. She, Vance and Shannon discussed all of Alicia’s clothing changes and came up with a master list of her looks. Then they coordinated the hair and makeup that she’d need. I listened intently, making mental notes about what I had in my own case and how it would fit into the overall job.
The style meeting lasted for over an hour. Once we were done, everyone else went to his or her own work. Wanting to be thorough, I checked the notes I’d made and filled in the gaps. Then I decided to settle in for a quick nap.
After about thirty minutes of relative silence, the intercom buzzed. The loud noise woke me from my slumber. Then Alicia’s sexy, husky voice came over the speaker. “Nikii, can you come back here for a second?”
Still a bit groggy, I rose from my seat. I felt the heat of everyone’s eyes on me as I walked to the back of the plane. Though it made me uncomfortable to have everyone staring at me, I was glad that Alicia wanted to see me privately.
When I got to the back, I knocked softly on the door.
“Come in.”
When I walked in, I was greeted with the sight of Alicia sitting up in bed. She was lying on top of the comforter, wearing a black jacquard silk robe. Her wavy hair was down and softly skimmed her shoulders. Continuing my gaze downward, I grew warm when I saw flashes of her modest cleavage peeking from underneath. Then I admired her long, slender legs, amazed that they looked so fantastic.
She had several file folders stacked on the night table next to her and one in her hand. She wore a pair of dark-rimmed glasses, and I was struck that she looked cute, sexy and studious all at the same time.
As I walked in, Alicia looked up from her papers. “Hey Nikii,” she said in that husky voice. “Come. Have a seat.” Instead of directing me to the chair across the room, she patted the space next to her on the bed.
As I eased down beside her, she set the folder in her hand on top of the others on the nightstand. Then she turned and looked me up and down. “I’ve heard about you,” she smiled. “A few of your…um…clients have been talking you up.”
I blushed, but I wasn’t going to make a move unless I was sure. “Well, makeup is my life. I love working with talented women.”
She gave me a wry smile. “Yes, you’re a great makeup artist. One of the best new talents I’ve seen. But, girl, you know I’m not talking about putting on blush and lipstick…” Then she placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.
That was my cue. I was going to go all out for this beautiful woman.
Then I noticed a beautiful tea set on an antique silver tray. It sat on the nightstand at my side of the bed.
She caught my glance. “I need the tea for my throat. Singing can be murder on the vocal cords.”
As I looked more closely at the other items on the tray, I couldn’t help but laugh.
She shot me a puzzled look. “What’s so funny?”
“The honey,” I said, gazing at the small squeeze bottle filled with the sweet, sticky substance. “You know, there are so many interesting things that I could do with honey…”
She laughed, her low voice sending delicious shivers all through me. “Do your thing, mama!”
That was all I needed to hear. I reached over and grabbed the tie on her robe. Then I looked up at her. She winked.
I pulled the tie ever so slowly. Once undone, I reached out and gently separated the silky folds of fabric. I gasped at the beautiful sight I uncovered.
Alicia was completely nude underneath. The expanse of her smooth buttermilk skin lit a fire in me. Her warm, soft breasts looked delicious, capped with stiff dark brown nipples. Her sexy, curvy hips gently flared into her silky, smooth thighs. I looked lower to see a tiny swipe of soft, dark hair covering the honey mound between her legs.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
Thankfully, before the flight, I had time to run back to my apartment to pack and change clothes. As such, I now wore a simple black and white nylon tracksuit along with white sneakers.
I rose from the bed, quickly unzipped the jacket and threw it off. Next went my white tank top. Then as I kicked off my shoes and socks, I slid the track pants down too. With only a soft-pink bra and panties covering my body, I crawled back on the bed next to her.
Alicia reached over and around me and unfastened my bra. As the material fell away, her hands covered my breasts and caressed them gently. She used her slim fingers to tease my hardened peaks.
Then she bent her head and sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. I sighed at the intense pleasure. She licked and kissed my full breasts until I cried out in ecstasy.
Needing to taste her, I moved forward until my lips touched hers. Closing my eyes, I kissed her softly at first, then increasing the intensity as my passion rose.
She slid her hands into my panties as I kissed from her neck to her lips. I trembled as I felt her fingers teasing my clit. I moaned into her neck as she rubbed and stroked my most intimate spot.
After endless moments of pleasuring each other, I pulled away, reaching for the bottle of honey. I twist it open, turned it over and held it dangerously above her breasts.
“Do it, Nikii,” she whispered.
I hesitated for a second, teasing her. Then I squeezed the bottle gently and watched a stream of golden sweetness flow from the spout onto her buttermilk skin. I bent my head down to her erect nipple and drew it into my mouth.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned as I sucked the peak deeply. The sugary taste nearly made me come undone. I swirled my tongue all in the honeyed concoction.
“Ohhhh! Oh, that feels so good,” she said as she squirmed on the bed. “More, Nikii! More!”
I grabbed both of her breasts and licked between them. I licked and sucked all over the soft skin as I manipulated her globes in my eager hands. I groaned at the sweet taste and dove in for more.
Finally, I released her breasts and licked lower and lower. Taking the honey again, I squeezed more of the thick liquid all over her stomach. Again, I buried my face in her softness and licked for all I was worth.
As my mouth, lips and tongue worked together to bring her the utmost joy, I used my hands to rub and stroke her body.
“Ooooh Nikii. Nikii baby! Oh my God!” Her head twisted from side to side on the pillow. Then she slid her hands in my hair and steadied my movements. Her moans rang in my ears as I devoured her sweet flesh. Then she pushed my head lower and spread her legs wide. “Please,” she moaned. “Please, baby?”
I took the bottle one last time. Squeezing gently, I released more of the honey onto her inner thighs. I admired the golden crisscrossed lines for a moment. Then I plunged right in.
At the first touch of my tongue on her wet pussy, her back arched off the bed. “Oh yes!” she cried.
I licked the honey slowly, enjoying every bit. I made soft, gentle licks all over her pussy lips. Avoiding her clit, I stroked up one side of her pussy and down the other. Her intimate fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and it urged me on even more.
I pulled back for a moment and admired her pinkness. Her lips were open like a delicate flower, complete with a tiny bud that beckoned to me. I used my hand to open her up even more. Her pink gem glistened with her excitement.
“Nikii,” she whined. “Please don’t make me wait!”
Needing to satisfy this glorious angel, I made a gentle flick of my tongue onto her pussy. She writhed on the bed, arching toward me for more. I flicked again. And again. Soon I was licking her clit furiously. Her sweet taste rolled over my tongue.
“Oooooh!” she cried. “Oh God! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” She grasped my head even tighter and ground her pussy into my mouth.
More and more of her juices flowed onto my tongue. For every drop I consumed, another two were ready to take its place. Her wetness increased and flowed all over my lips and chin. Loving the slipperiness, I swirled my tongue faster and harder.
She began to pant and heave as I felt her racing closer to her climax. As I licked, her body twisted and turned, tangling the sheets. I felt her body tensing, and I knew she was close.
Finally, I licked my index finger and slid it smoothly into her pussy. She nearly leapt off the bed as I slid it in and out.
“Oh Nikii,” she shrieked as I slid in a second finger. “I’m gonna cum! Now!”
I urged her on as I kept up the rapid pace of my fingers and tongue. “Do it, Alicia! Right in my mouth! Right on my tongue, baby! Do it!”
Suddenly I tasted a spurt of hot, sweet liquid. The liquid increased as she exploded into orgasmic ecstasy. Her cries and moans were uncontrollable as she rode out the waves of her intense climax.
I kept up my movements until she finally released my head and let her arms flail to her sides.
“Oh baby,” she panted. “Damn, baby that was awesome!”
She eventually calmed down but still struggled to catch her breath. “Oh my goodness! That was wonderful.” Her body continued to shake as she held out her arms to me. “Nikii, I’m so glad you’re here.”
I fell into her arms as she hugged me tight. Then she whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna want some more of that tonight before I go to bed! And some more tomorrow!”
I grinned. I most certainly could take care of her anytime she wanted.
Then she yawned. “But right now, I’m going to bed.”
“Then I’ll catch up with you later,” I winked. “Sweet dreams!”
I slipped out of the room and quietly made my way to the empty row behind Shannon. Thankfully, everyone was sleeping and no one noticed when I sat down.
I took my seat and, worn out, promptly fell asleep.
~~~
All of a sudden, I felt something shaking me.
“Nikii? Nikii?”
“Hmm?” I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Shannon sitting next to me. When had she moved, and why hadn’t I noticed?
“Are you ok?” Shannon’s accent and her hand on my knee sent a shiver through me.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Groggy, I stretched my arms out to their full length.
“We’re about to land. You should put your seatbelt on.”
“Oh, ok,” I yawned.
She looked at me for a long moment. “Hard work?” she whispered.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, hard work, that one. She’s insatiable, ‘eh?”
I just stared at her. Certainly she couldn’t be–
She laughed. “Nikii, you really need to loosen up. You’ll have a much better time if you relax.”
“Shannon–”
“You certainly don’t think you’re the first piece, do you?” she snorted. “Frankly, I'm surprised at your behavior. I actually thought you were a professional. And to think I actually liked you.”
I was taken aback at her forwardness. “Shannon–”
Just then, the pilot’s voice came on over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re preparing our final descent into JFK airport…”
I shot an evil glare at Shannon as she went to take a seat in another row.
However, thoughts of Shannon faded as we began our descent into New York.
Once we landed, we were shuttled to the Waldorf Astoria hotel in Manhattan. The staff quickly and courteously checked us all in. I was originally scheduled to bunk with Kayla; however, remembering Alicia’s words, I decided to pay for a suite of my own. Privacy was first and foremost in my mind.
A bit later, lying in my bed, I was too stressed out over Shannon’s comments to make my usual nighttime notes on my upcoming projects. However, I didn’t want to be unprepared for the morning shoot, so I went ahead and forced myself check the contents of my makeup case against my notes from the style meeting. As it turned out, I had all of the required equipment, so I was all set for the morning.
However, I was too outdone to make my notes on my own projects. I was still working on my upcoming book and DVD series, so I could have used the time to make some progress, but I was still too frazzled.
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