away and don’t go swimming except in fresh water. Chlorine and salt water cause the tan to fade faster.”
“Oh. Will he want this each time?”
“Not necessarily. You’re the only model he requested it for.”
“I hope it’s even. I’ve seen some nasty fake tans.”
“Don’t worry. I do this all the time. I’ve never created a spotty woman.”
She hadn’t been kidding. I’d never really tanned and never used a tanning booth because of the dangers tanning presented. Whenever I went swimming, I applied the highest protection possible. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, just outside the booth, I gasped. My eyes contrasted sharply against my tanned face. In no time, I’d acquired a beautiful, golden tan. It had also made my nipples and aureole darken to a chocolate brown. Even my pussy lips were tanned and that made my slit show more vividly. My clit throbbed again beneath the little tuft of pubic hair shaped into a beautiful thin line and trimmed fairly short.
I sat up, grabbed the towel and draped it around myself before getting off the table. I walked to the door and Helen rushed to meet me.
“Good, you’re done. Makeup is waiting for you. You have to be ready in half an hour. Not much time.”
She led me to a waiting chair and walked away muttering under her breath about Kalem and his unexpected orders. I understood her exasperation.
We were all ready. I followed the other women out of the salon, gratified they’d all worn casual clothing, like mine. That time, I got to ride in a limo with seven other girls. “My name’s Danea Fitzgerald,” I introduced myself.
I got a few lame hellos. The others ignored me. One girl, a beautiful African-American, was the only one who introduced herself.
“Hi, Danea. I’m Odette.”
I smiled. “How long have you modeled for Kalem?” I asked.
“About eighteen months. He’s a good boss to work for, as long as you do as you’re told. I’m getting married soon, so I’ll have to find work elsewhere. Kalem doesn’t like his models to be married.”
“Is that so? No worry for me there. I don’t even have a boyfriend.” Not that I wanted one, especially with all the metal between my legs and a locked pussy. I badly wanted to ask Odette about her sex life, but hell, I had just met the woman.
“You’re very lucky, Danea.”
“Lucky?”
“For Kalem to have noticed you and hired you on the spot. You weren’t even a model to start with. We’ve all had a tough road to get where we are right now. You fell right into a bowl of whipping cream, so to speak.”
“I guess it’s a bit of a fairytale. I’m still completely unsure of modeling and myself. It was never my vocation. My dream was, and still is, to be a fashion designer. Kalem hired me for his design team, before he decided I should model.”
“I don’t blame him. You’re gorgeous, absolute perfection.” She lowered her voice. “The other girls are very jealous.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Especially because Kalem chose you to model his three personal designs.”
“I don’t know why. I hardly know him and he hardly knows me. He doesn’t even know if I’ll be successful at modeling.”
“He’s got a sharp eye. He wouldn’t have chosen you if he hadn’t thought you could perform for him.”
The fashion show was at a private estate. I had no idea where we were. The mansion was beautiful, stately and huge. The chauffeurs ushered us up the steps and inside to a large ballroom. It was set up with a stage and a catwalk. Round tables covered with black tablecloths and set with sparkling crystal and silver flatware filled the ballroom. Waiters flitted about giving last minute touches to flowers or place settings. Each table setting had a name card behind the plate.
Huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Wall to wall glass doors opened to patios where I noticed more tables had been set up.
Odette caught up to me. “The funds collected from the ticket sales for this
“Oh. Will he want this each time?”
“Not necessarily. You’re the only model he requested it for.”
“I hope it’s even. I’ve seen some nasty fake tans.”
“Don’t worry. I do this all the time. I’ve never created a spotty woman.”
She hadn’t been kidding. I’d never really tanned and never used a tanning booth because of the dangers tanning presented. Whenever I went swimming, I applied the highest protection possible. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, just outside the booth, I gasped. My eyes contrasted sharply against my tanned face. In no time, I’d acquired a beautiful, golden tan. It had also made my nipples and aureole darken to a chocolate brown. Even my pussy lips were tanned and that made my slit show more vividly. My clit throbbed again beneath the little tuft of pubic hair shaped into a beautiful thin line and trimmed fairly short.
I sat up, grabbed the towel and draped it around myself before getting off the table. I walked to the door and Helen rushed to meet me.
“Good, you’re done. Makeup is waiting for you. You have to be ready in half an hour. Not much time.”
She led me to a waiting chair and walked away muttering under her breath about Kalem and his unexpected orders. I understood her exasperation.
We were all ready. I followed the other women out of the salon, gratified they’d all worn casual clothing, like mine. That time, I got to ride in a limo with seven other girls. “My name’s Danea Fitzgerald,” I introduced myself.
I got a few lame hellos. The others ignored me. One girl, a beautiful African-American, was the only one who introduced herself.
“Hi, Danea. I’m Odette.”
I smiled. “How long have you modeled for Kalem?” I asked.
“About eighteen months. He’s a good boss to work for, as long as you do as you’re told. I’m getting married soon, so I’ll have to find work elsewhere. Kalem doesn’t like his models to be married.”
“Is that so? No worry for me there. I don’t even have a boyfriend.” Not that I wanted one, especially with all the metal between my legs and a locked pussy. I badly wanted to ask Odette about her sex life, but hell, I had just met the woman.
“You’re very lucky, Danea.”
“Lucky?”
“For Kalem to have noticed you and hired you on the spot. You weren’t even a model to start with. We’ve all had a tough road to get where we are right now. You fell right into a bowl of whipping cream, so to speak.”
“I guess it’s a bit of a fairytale. I’m still completely unsure of modeling and myself. It was never my vocation. My dream was, and still is, to be a fashion designer. Kalem hired me for his design team, before he decided I should model.”
“I don’t blame him. You’re gorgeous, absolute perfection.” She lowered her voice. “The other girls are very jealous.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Especially because Kalem chose you to model his three personal designs.”
“I don’t know why. I hardly know him and he hardly knows me. He doesn’t even know if I’ll be successful at modeling.”
“He’s got a sharp eye. He wouldn’t have chosen you if he hadn’t thought you could perform for him.”
The fashion show was at a private estate. I had no idea where we were. The mansion was beautiful, stately and huge. The chauffeurs ushered us up the steps and inside to a large ballroom. It was set up with a stage and a catwalk. Round tables covered with black tablecloths and set with sparkling crystal and silver flatware filled the ballroom. Waiters flitted about giving last minute touches to flowers or place settings. Each table setting had a name card behind the plate.
Huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Wall to wall glass doors opened to patios where I noticed more tables had been set up.
Odette caught up to me. “The funds collected from the ticket sales for this
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