'I'm exhausted!' she said, flopping into a seat. 'Anyone got illicit drugs? I need a boost.'
'Who doesn't?' grumbled Lina.
Sheila Margolis bustled aboard. 'Somebody's missing,' she said, looking around and frowning.
'Didi's late,' Chris said.
'As usual,' Lina added.
'No, not Didi, someone else,' Sheila said.
'Suzi,' Kyra said. 'I spoke to her last night.'
'Suzi's always on time,' Sheila said, worrying.
'She probably got held up in traffic,' Lina said. 'It's a bitch getting here at this time.'
Most of the girls were secretly envious of Suzi, who'd recently starred in a Hollywood movie and was currently engaged to a sexy movie star.
'Suzi's a wanker's dream,' Lina had once said about her. 'Totally non-threatening.
They can come all over her an' she'll never complain!'
Suzi arrived two minutes later, apologizing for not being on time. She brought flowers for Sheila, a rare photography book for Chris, and home-made cookies for everyone else.
'If I didn't know 'er better, I'd swear she was kissing arse,' Lina whispered.
'No,' Brigette said. 'She's just thoughtful.'
'Bitch!' Lina said.
After Suzi's arrival, they all sat for another twenty minutes before Didi put in an appearance.
Didi sauntered on to the plane as if she had no idea she'd kept them all waiting, infuriating Lina. Naturally she had twice as much luggage as everyone else, so they had to wait even longer while it was loaded aboard.
'You're late,' Lina snapped. 'Don't worry about keeping us all sitting around like a bunch of spare pricks at a wedding.'
'You're always in such a bad mood,' Didi said, blowing finger kisses at Chris.
'Going through the menopause?'
'What did you say?' Lina demanded, furious. 'I'm twenty-six, for Chrissakes.'
'Oh… sorry,' Didi said, all girlish innocence. 'You seem so much older.'
The two black supermodels glared at each other. This is going to be fun, Brigette thought.
Lina fastened her seatbelt, seething. 'I'm not goin' on another fucking location with that cow!' she muttered ominously. 'This is it.'
'Ignore her,' Brigette said.
'She's always effing with me. Did you hear what she said?' 'Everyone knows she's only trying to piss you off,' Brigette said, trying to calm her down.
'I don't 'ave to take her shit,' Lina said broodingly. 'Who needs to be in stupid Sports World International? I'm gonna bleedin' kill if she gets the cover an' I don't.'
'She won't,' Brigette said reassuringly.
'Easy for you to say, you made the cover last year. I've never been on the bleedin' cover, 'ave I? Guess I'm too black.'
The plane began taxiing down the runway.
Brigette leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Every day she thought the same thing. This is the start of a whole new life. But where was her life taking her? The only time she seemed to be living was in front of a camera. And a press-clipping book of magazine covers and fashion layouts would not keep her warm at night.
She was never going to find a man she could trust, one who would treat her nicely. They'd all proved themselves to be untrustworthy time and time again.
And yet she'd like nothing better than to meet the right one. Settle down, have a family. Be normal.
Oh, well… she had her career, and for now that would just have to do.
One thing Brigette loved was the excitement of being on location, hanging out in a place that completely took over her life. When she got up in the morning she didn't have to make any decisions. There were people to do her makeup, style her hair, choose the outfits she was to wear that day. Everything was taken care of.
Then there was the camaraderie with all the other girls. Brigette got along with everyone. Supermodels - a rare and exotic breed. Leggy girls with slim bodies, manes of shiny hair, luminous skin, gorgeous smiles, and plenty of attitude.
Early in the morning, Brigette and Lina took a long power jog along the beach before raiding the hotel room where all the clothes for the upcoming shoot were kept. Today they
'Who doesn't?' grumbled Lina.
Sheila Margolis bustled aboard. 'Somebody's missing,' she said, looking around and frowning.
'Didi's late,' Chris said.
'As usual,' Lina added.
'No, not Didi, someone else,' Sheila said.
'Suzi,' Kyra said. 'I spoke to her last night.'
'Suzi's always on time,' Sheila said, worrying.
'She probably got held up in traffic,' Lina said. 'It's a bitch getting here at this time.'
Most of the girls were secretly envious of Suzi, who'd recently starred in a Hollywood movie and was currently engaged to a sexy movie star.
'Suzi's a wanker's dream,' Lina had once said about her. 'Totally non-threatening.
They can come all over her an' she'll never complain!'
Suzi arrived two minutes later, apologizing for not being on time. She brought flowers for Sheila, a rare photography book for Chris, and home-made cookies for everyone else.
'If I didn't know 'er better, I'd swear she was kissing arse,' Lina whispered.
'No,' Brigette said. 'She's just thoughtful.'
'Bitch!' Lina said.
After Suzi's arrival, they all sat for another twenty minutes before Didi put in an appearance.
Didi sauntered on to the plane as if she had no idea she'd kept them all waiting, infuriating Lina. Naturally she had twice as much luggage as everyone else, so they had to wait even longer while it was loaded aboard.
'You're late,' Lina snapped. 'Don't worry about keeping us all sitting around like a bunch of spare pricks at a wedding.'
'You're always in such a bad mood,' Didi said, blowing finger kisses at Chris.
'Going through the menopause?'
'What did you say?' Lina demanded, furious. 'I'm twenty-six, for Chrissakes.'
'Oh… sorry,' Didi said, all girlish innocence. 'You seem so much older.'
The two black supermodels glared at each other. This is going to be fun, Brigette thought.
Lina fastened her seatbelt, seething. 'I'm not goin' on another fucking location with that cow!' she muttered ominously. 'This is it.'
'Ignore her,' Brigette said.
'She's always effing with me. Did you hear what she said?' 'Everyone knows she's only trying to piss you off,' Brigette said, trying to calm her down.
'I don't 'ave to take her shit,' Lina said broodingly. 'Who needs to be in stupid Sports World International? I'm gonna bleedin' kill if she gets the cover an' I don't.'
'She won't,' Brigette said reassuringly.
'Easy for you to say, you made the cover last year. I've never been on the bleedin' cover, 'ave I? Guess I'm too black.'
The plane began taxiing down the runway.
Brigette leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Every day she thought the same thing. This is the start of a whole new life. But where was her life taking her? The only time she seemed to be living was in front of a camera. And a press-clipping book of magazine covers and fashion layouts would not keep her warm at night.
She was never going to find a man she could trust, one who would treat her nicely. They'd all proved themselves to be untrustworthy time and time again.
And yet she'd like nothing better than to meet the right one. Settle down, have a family. Be normal.
Oh, well… she had her career, and for now that would just have to do.
One thing Brigette loved was the excitement of being on location, hanging out in a place that completely took over her life. When she got up in the morning she didn't have to make any decisions. There were people to do her makeup, style her hair, choose the outfits she was to wear that day. Everything was taken care of.
Then there was the camaraderie with all the other girls. Brigette got along with everyone. Supermodels - a rare and exotic breed. Leggy girls with slim bodies, manes of shiny hair, luminous skin, gorgeous smiles, and plenty of attitude.
Early in the morning, Brigette and Lina took a long power jog along the beach before raiding the hotel room where all the clothes for the upcoming shoot were kept. Today they
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