the scene with Mr. Cruze today.” She walks away from us and speaks with Nigel, the director. After several seconds and more than a few irritated looks, Mindy returns. “Okay, we’re going to put you in a wig, minimal makeup, and put you in wardrobe.” As she’s talking, she’s walking. Lincoln and I follow. I feel John’s eyes on me and it takes every effort not to turn and look at him.
Mindy pulls a lacy red bra and panties from the rack. “What size are you?”
“Size?” I ask, mortified. Does she want me to get a megaphone and announce it?
“Yes, size .”
“Ugh, fine.” I lean forward. “Thirty-four C,” I whisper.
Mindy looks directly at my chest. “C? Really?”
I snort and glance back at Lincoln, who respectfully is keeping a straight face.
“B or C. Depends on the bra.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She takes another bra off the rack and hands that to me as well. “Go over there, behind that screen, and get changed. When you’re dressed, put on the white robe hanging back there and come over to my station.”
I nod. Mindy seems to be waiting for more. “Sure. Sounds good. Whatever you need me to do.” Not like I have a choice. Zane basically commanded me to do this, and since he’s my client, and I’ve already agreed, I want to get it over with.
“Great,” Mindy says, not looking at me but at Lincoln.
When I’m behind the screen I slide off my sweatpants, t-shirt, and my underclothes, then slide on the red bra and panties. They don’t cover a lot. The C cup fits, but I stay with the B because it gives me more cleavage, and that’s good, right? I think so.
Barefoot , I put on the robe and walk back to Mindy’s makeup table. John is gone and I quickly search the warehouse for him. He’s talking to the director. Scarlett is next to him, robeless. Flaunting all of her assets in a lacy red bra and panties. It’s apparent the C cup bra fits her the way the B cup bra fits me. I can’t help but feel a little inadequate. Her body is gorgeous, curvy. I know mine isn’t bad. I’m actually proud of it. As a businesswoman, I know my product pays the bills, but Scarlett… Wow! Va va voom.
“Cool, you’re back. Sit down.”
When I’m situated Mindy brushes my hair into a high ponytail, secures it, and puts this nylon thing over the top of my head. “Awesome,” she says, taking a makeup sponge and applying it to my face.
I close my eyes.
“That’s the color,” she says and spreads it over my face. Then she brushes on some powder, plucks a few eyebrows, and takes a pencil to them. “Open your eyes,” she says, and I do. “You have really pretty eyes, Cadence.”
“Thanks.”
“Look up?” I do and she lines the bottom of my eyes. “How long have you known Lincoln?” She changes brushes and dabs my cheeks.
“Not very long,” I say and can’t help but smile. “You think he’s hot?”
She laughs. “I was that obvious?”
“Not too bad,” I say as she puts some eye shadow on my lids.
Mindy chuckles. “Open.” She b rushes a little more shadow near my eyebrows, then puts on clear lip-gloss. “Perfect.” Mindy steps back to analyze her handiwork. She takes a blond wig from a Styrofoam head and puts it on me. “Do you think Lincoln would go out with me?”
I shrug. “I don’t know him well enough to answer that.” My thoughts run through each time I’ve come into contact with Lincoln. “He seems dedicated to his job. Kind. You could ask him,” I say , shrugging again.
Our eyes meet in the mirror. She adjusts the wig, all of her focus on getting my hair on right. When she’s finished, she stands. “Maybe I will,” she says, and hugs my shoulders. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My bone structure isn’t the same as Scarlett’s , but with the wig and the makeup I do look eerily similar. Having blond hair totally changes the way I feel. Not any sexier, but different.
“Take off your robe,” Mindy says, breaking me away
Mindy pulls a lacy red bra and panties from the rack. “What size are you?”
“Size?” I ask, mortified. Does she want me to get a megaphone and announce it?
“Yes, size .”
“Ugh, fine.” I lean forward. “Thirty-four C,” I whisper.
Mindy looks directly at my chest. “C? Really?”
I snort and glance back at Lincoln, who respectfully is keeping a straight face.
“B or C. Depends on the bra.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She takes another bra off the rack and hands that to me as well. “Go over there, behind that screen, and get changed. When you’re dressed, put on the white robe hanging back there and come over to my station.”
I nod. Mindy seems to be waiting for more. “Sure. Sounds good. Whatever you need me to do.” Not like I have a choice. Zane basically commanded me to do this, and since he’s my client, and I’ve already agreed, I want to get it over with.
“Great,” Mindy says, not looking at me but at Lincoln.
When I’m behind the screen I slide off my sweatpants, t-shirt, and my underclothes, then slide on the red bra and panties. They don’t cover a lot. The C cup fits, but I stay with the B because it gives me more cleavage, and that’s good, right? I think so.
Barefoot , I put on the robe and walk back to Mindy’s makeup table. John is gone and I quickly search the warehouse for him. He’s talking to the director. Scarlett is next to him, robeless. Flaunting all of her assets in a lacy red bra and panties. It’s apparent the C cup bra fits her the way the B cup bra fits me. I can’t help but feel a little inadequate. Her body is gorgeous, curvy. I know mine isn’t bad. I’m actually proud of it. As a businesswoman, I know my product pays the bills, but Scarlett… Wow! Va va voom.
“Cool, you’re back. Sit down.”
When I’m situated Mindy brushes my hair into a high ponytail, secures it, and puts this nylon thing over the top of my head. “Awesome,” she says, taking a makeup sponge and applying it to my face.
I close my eyes.
“That’s the color,” she says and spreads it over my face. Then she brushes on some powder, plucks a few eyebrows, and takes a pencil to them. “Open your eyes,” she says, and I do. “You have really pretty eyes, Cadence.”
“Thanks.”
“Look up?” I do and she lines the bottom of my eyes. “How long have you known Lincoln?” She changes brushes and dabs my cheeks.
“Not very long,” I say and can’t help but smile. “You think he’s hot?”
She laughs. “I was that obvious?”
“Not too bad,” I say as she puts some eye shadow on my lids.
Mindy chuckles. “Open.” She b rushes a little more shadow near my eyebrows, then puts on clear lip-gloss. “Perfect.” Mindy steps back to analyze her handiwork. She takes a blond wig from a Styrofoam head and puts it on me. “Do you think Lincoln would go out with me?”
I shrug. “I don’t know him well enough to answer that.” My thoughts run through each time I’ve come into contact with Lincoln. “He seems dedicated to his job. Kind. You could ask him,” I say , shrugging again.
Our eyes meet in the mirror. She adjusts the wig, all of her focus on getting my hair on right. When she’s finished, she stands. “Maybe I will,” she says, and hugs my shoulders. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My bone structure isn’t the same as Scarlett’s , but with the wig and the makeup I do look eerily similar. Having blond hair totally changes the way I feel. Not any sexier, but different.
“Take off your robe,” Mindy says, breaking me away
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