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Chapter 8
Tiffany reported to her first modeling assignment at the headquarters of
a new fashion designer. She walked in and found bedlam. People were
running everywhere and she thought she had found the wrong place.
"May I help you?" an assistant asked.
"I came for an assignment but I think I found the wrong place," Tiffany
replied.
"No, it's probably the right place, what's your name?"
"Tiffany Rollins."
"You have the right place, come with me, we have to get you made-up."
The squat woman led Tiffany to the makeup area to have her face painted.
Tiffany was in awe with the activity, what have I gotten myself into was
all she could think about. The undrcover assignment had gone out the
window, looking for drug dealers right now was the farthest thing from
her mind, the activity was beyond comprehension.
"Come here, don't just stand there," barked the makeup person, "I don't
have all day and the other girls will be here soon."
Tiffany walked to the table to have her war paint put on and sat on the
tall stool. She looked at the nasty person that had called her.
"I'm sorry," stated the man, woman, or whatever, Tiffany couldn't figure
out what it was. "You must be new here because none of the girls are ever
on time and it's a zoo when they arrive, let's start again, I'm Justin
and I'm here to make you beautiful."
"Okay," was all Tiffany could say.
"My goodness, you're going to be easy, you're very pretty."
"Thank you."
Justin went to work on Tiffany and was finished ten minutes later.
"You must be new, I've never seen you before."
"This is my first assignment."
"It won't be your last, I'm done and now I have the real work to do, come
over here Connie, it's your turn. Tiffany, go over to Janice and she will
show you what you will be wearing, she's in the corner over there,"
Justin said, pointing to a woman hanging clothes.
Tiffany stood and walked to the corner and looked at the racks of
clothes. Janice was fussing over them and didn't see Tiffany standing
next to her.
"Excuse me, are you Janice?" Tiffany asked.
"Yes dear, you must be Tiffany. Melissa told me she was sending a new
girl and I've never seen you before, am I correct?"
"Yes, Justin just finished with my makeup and sent me over here."
"These are the clothes you will be modeling today. It's a new label with
a direction toward business wear, but with a little sass to it. There
will be five of you girls here today so changing will be a little rushed
but not impossible. You will each wear four outfits so I've sectioned off
this area into five spaces with your clothing on separate racks so there
won't be any mistake as to who wears what. Under the outfits are shoes
that are to be worn with the outfit you are to model. You might as well
relax for a few minutes since the show doesn't start for another hour but
I will need for you to put on this pair of panty hose because they will
make your legs look better and make changing shoes much easier. Since
this is your first show I'll help you dress until you get used to
throwing off what you are wearing, remember speed is the most important
thing here."
"Won't I damage the clothing if I throw it where ever I have to throw
it?"
"Honey, this is a fashion show and as long as we aren't too hard on the
clothing everything will be fine. I almost forgot, I know the sizes of
the other girls and have made adjustments to their clothing but I have
never worked with you before. I think that maybe you had better try on
these clothes so I can make any alterations to them before the show
starts."
"Is there a place for me to change?"
"Goodness, you are new, no, you change right here. Don't worry it's not
like we've never seen girls changing before, its what we do, now get
cracking Tiffany I only have an hour to fix everything."
Tiffany looked at the clothing she was to wear. She would be able to
leave her bra and panties on, but everything else would have to go. She
had worn sweat pants, a blouse and a light jacket knowing she would have
to remove them eventually, but now was the time and she became fearful
that her secret would be discovered. She slowly removed her jacket and
laid it on a chair nearby. Her hands trembled as she began to unbutton
her blouse. Tiffany felt as though she was all thumbs. The harder she
tried to undress the more the buttons stuck in the holes of her blouse.
"Tiffany if you don't hurry I won't have time for you, now move," Janice
said with a stern tone to her voice.
Tiffany closed her eyes. If I don't do this thing now I'll blow the whole
operation and this deception will be for nothing, screw it, if they see
something they shouldn't then I'm not as good as I think I am at hiding
my thing. Like they had said before, half the models are men anyway.
Tiffany rushed and was soon standing in front of Janice in her bra,
panties and pantyhose. Tiffany hated to admit it but she was beginning to
like the feeling of the hose on her legs, it felt sensual and yes, it
felt feminine. This was something Dirk had fought from the very first day
and now he was beginning to like it.
"Tiffany, with this outfit you must wear a camisole and half slip. The
skirt is short and the coat buttons below your breasts, I'm sorry but you
will have to remove your bra. Don't worry three other girls here have
forms too so you won't be alone in that department. I've never understood
why you girls get so skinny that you lose your breast tissue but I guess
this modeling thing is that important to you."
Tiffany thought she had blended her forms well that morning but hadn't
counted on the keen eye of Janice, she was going to have to be more
careful in the future.
Tiffany donned the outfit and Janice made some small adjustments and then
had her try on the other three. She was able to wear the camisole and
slip with the other outfits so she didn't remove them. She would have had
to put them back on for the show. Time passed quickly and soon Tiffany
heard the announcement that the show was going to start. The announcer
gave a short history of the designer and her ideas for the up and coming
stylish business woman. She felt that women's business clothing had
fallen behind other fashion and her designs would make a woman feel
successful and sexy at the same time. It was now time for the show to
start.
Connie was the first model to walk the runway and was greeted with polite
applause. Next came the three other girls and then Tiffany. Tiffany's
heart was in her throat she was so nervous.
Think, think, put one foot in front of the other, just like practicing
with Maria, it's the same, just don't stumble, don't look at the
audience, smile, yes, remember to smile, walk to the music, strut your
stuff girl, damn it Tiffany, move. Tiffany finally took the first step
and then the second, the third came easier and then it was as though the
music took control of her body. She strutted down and back, all the while
the audience was clapping wildly as she did. She walked beyond the
partition and quickly removed her outfit and pulled another one on with
Janice's help.
"Did you hear the applause Tiffany, it looks like we have a new star?"
"Was that for me?"
"You bet it was, it sure wasn't for that outfit, now hurry, your up
next."
Tiffany rushed to the runway and arrived just as the girl in front of her
exited the stage. Tiffany had gained some confidence and was a vision as
she walked down and back to a larger applause than the first time. Her
last two outfits looked better than the first two and by the time she
finished her last walk the audience went wild, they couldn't get enough
of Tiffany, a star was born. All five girls came out on the runway
together on one last walk and returned to remove their clothing.
"Well, it looks like we have a new queen," Connie said with sarcasm
dripping in her voice.
Tiffany didn't say a word, but she felt threatened by Connie. Connie was
the professional and Tiffany was the new girl and there was a pecking
order to this business.
"Leave her alone Connie, you've been the star around here for a year now
and shouldn't feel threatened by someone new," responded Janice.
Connie just looked at Janice and scowled. Tiffany could see that there
would be no camaraderie in this business and it might be just as well, if
she became too close to one of the girls it might skew her investigation.
One of the other girls walked over to Tiffany and extended her hand.
"Hi, I'm Donna, don't mind Connie, she's like that with everyone," she
said.
"I'm Tiffany, it's nice to meet you," Tiffany said as she took Donna's
hand in hers.
"That's Betty and Sally, girls, this is Tiffany," Donna said.
"Hi," they said in unison.
"Betty goes to NYU and is studying law. She does this to pay for school
so she never has time to hang around and Betty is like me, she uses every
dollar she makes to buy clothes."
"You know that's a lie Donna, you spend your money on that useless guy
you live with," Betty said.
"What about Connie?" Tiffany asked.
"I don't know that much about her. When she first started here she was
really nice but now she just keeps to herself. I think she might be doing
drugs, all the best girls seem to end up that way," Donna said.
"What about you?" Tiffany asked.
"Me? Heavens no, I've seen the results from the drugs. I'm about to
retire and there aren't many thirty year old models around anymore. I
think I'll take my money and run and beside I have a boyfriend that wants
to get married soon and if that happens I'll get pregnant and for sure I
won't be able to get any modeling jobs."
"Tiffany, Margaret Voss would like to speak with you," Janice said.
"Who's Margaret Voss?"
"The designer of these clothes."
A rather petite woman in her early forties entered the dressing area just
as Tiffany finished putting her clothes back on.
"Young lady, I can't thank you enough for the wonderful job you did
today, you sold the line. I'm impressed, why haven't I seen you before?"
Margaret asked.
"This was my first show."
"Your first, my, my, well I just wanted to thank you in person, you're a
lovely young woman."
"Thank you," Tiffany replied, as she turned scarlet, blushing with
embarrassment.
"My God, do you know who she is?" Donna asked.
"No."
"She just went into business for herself. She used to work for Ann Taylor
as a designer and when she left the stock in the Taylor company actually
went down. She never thanked any of the girls before, you must have made
quite an impression."
"Big deal, this was just one show, we'll see how the next one goes,"
Connie spat as she left the room slamming the door behind her.
"Why is she like that?" Tiffany asked.
"Because you're a threat to her and to be honest you're a threat to
Melissa too," Donna said.
"Melissa, why?"
"Because she is getting old and pretty girls remind her of her youth and
how popular she once was."
"But she manages us, that doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't to us either, but that's just the way Melissa is. She will be
as nice and sweet as can be to your face, but behind your back she's
stabbing you with three knives, she really isn't a very nice person. Be
careful Tiffany after today you're the biggest threat Melissa has had in
a long time."
"Thanks for the warning."
Tiffany thanked the girls for all their help and caught a taxi home to
her studio apartment. It was close by so the fare wasn't too great. The
thought of a model riding the subway just didn't seem right.
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