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Chapter 6: The Pussycat Dolls' Nicole Scherzinger: Live in Las Vegas.
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First thing Tuesday morning, I awoke to warm, golden sunlight streaming through my hotel window at The Palms in Las Vegas. Glancing at the nightstand, the alarm clock read just after 6am.
Climbing out of the bed, my body ached a bit from the busyness of the past two days:
Early Sunday, I flew into Vegas to style the international pop star Christina Milian for the MTV Video Music Awards. Due to a lucky turn of events, I also scored a lucrative job styling the R & B songstress Amerie for Monday.
Now it was Tuesday and with Amerie's job complete, I was free to fly back home to Miami.
Facing the windows, I did some light exercises to keep in shape, including a few yoga poses and a set of Pilates moves. As I exercised in the sunlight, the warmth of the sun on my rich, brown skin felt divine.
After about an hour, and feeling much more energetic and radiant, I took a steaming hot shower. Afterward, while still wet, I applied a warm, coconut oil to my body to keep my milk chocolate skin silky smooth.
Wrapping a soft, fluffy towel around my sweet-smelling body, I padded out of the bathroom barefoot and took a long look in the huge, full-length mirror next to the door. I loved my bright, expressive, brown eyes, cute nose and inviting smile.
With a wicked grin, I undid the towel and admired my lovely frame. My satiny skin gleamed with the fragrant oil. My round breasts sat full and high on my chest. My stomach, complete with a slight pooch, sloped deliciously into my full, rounded hips. My long legs, firm thighs and toned calves also made me smile, but not as much as the smooth, dark triangle between my legs.
Wrapping the towel back around me, I grabbed my hair and makeup cases and went back into the bathroom. I then styled my shoulder-length, black hair into loose waves that cascaded freely around my shoulders. I playfully shook it and grinned as the soft, tousled strands bounced and then fell neatly back into place.
Then I applied my makeup. Wanting a soft, casual look, I added soft bronze and golden shades to brighten my eyes and a rich, berry color to make my lips and cheeks pop.
Finally ready to get dressed, I slipped on a Victoria's Secret sheer black bra and panty set, then a light blue top with snug jeans and matching light-blue sandals. I loved how the tight denim showed off my curvy ass, thighs and calves.
As I looked in the mirror, I loved how radiant I looked. Vegas seemed to be having a wonderful effect on me.
Because I wasn't quite ready to book my flight home yet, I decided to head down to the hotel restaurant for a leisurely breakfast and then maybe hit a few shops before I decided to leave.
Then I heard my cell phone ring. I quickly pulled it out of my handbag.
"Hello?"
"Hi Nikii! This is Saadia, your sorority sister! What's up, sweetie?"
I first met Saadia Jeffries, Nicole Scherzinger's lead stylist, Sunday night at the VMAs while working with Christina. I saw her again on Monday while I was working with Amerie. I suddenly remembered that she left me a voicemail last night about a possible job styling Nicole today.
Saadia definitely had my attention. Besides being my sorority sister, she was absolutely gorgeous. I loved beautiful women and the image of her light brown skin, soft curly hair and cute freckles danced in my mind.
"Hey there, Soror! How's it goin'?" I asked.
"Good, thanks. I'm sorry I'm calling you so early, but I've really liked your work over the past couple of days. So I was wondering...I need a makeup artist for Nicole tonight. Her regular girl's out sick unexpectedly. Are you interested?"
Was she kidding? "Yes, I'm interested," I said, grabbing a pen and paper out of my handbag. "What's the job?"
"Nicole's doing a special performance tonight here in Vegas. She'll be performing at the new Pussycat Doll Lounge, which is located in Caesar's Palace. She hits the stage right at midnight. You'll do her make up for a press conference beforehand, the performance itself and then an afterparty. As such, I'll need you from about 5pm 'till about 2am. And I'll make sure you get a really nice bonus for filling-in on such short notice. How's that sound?"
Once we talked about the looks she wanted to achieve, set the terms and confirmed my fee, I quickly agreed.
She let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks so much, Nikii. I was in a pinch, so you're really helping me out. I'm just sorry I called you so early. Were you asleep?"
"Oh no. In fact, I just finished working out and now I'm starving. I was about to go downstairs and get some breakfast."
"Oh! Well, it looks like I called just in time. Why don't I take you out? It'll be my treat for you coming to my rescue."
I grinned. Rescuing beautiful damsels in distress seemed to be my specialty. "Ok, cool. And thanks. Breakfast sounds great."
I looked over at my luggage and a few outfits I had strewn over one of the chairs. "Now I'm still at The Palms. I guess I need to check out of here by 11am..."
"Oh, I got that. Since the Pussycat Doll Lounge is here at Caesar's, I'll just get you a room here. So go ahead, pack your things, check out now and just bring your stuff with you. I'll pick you up in a bit, and then we can go eat. After breakfast, I'll take you to your room and you can settle in and chill until tonight."
I smiled. I could get used to this. "You're such a sweetheart. Thanks for taking such good care of me!"
"You're my Soror. I'm gonna look out for my peeps!" she said. I could hear her smile though the phone and I was convinced that her freckles were twinkling. "Look, it's just after 7am now. I'll see you in about an hour."
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Just after 8am, I called the hotel operator for a bellhop to help me with my luggage. A handsome gentleman came right up and soon we made our way to the front desk. When I walked up, I looked at the desk clerk and stopped dead in my tracks. A second later, a huge smile spread across my face.
My new friend Monica was on duty. "Hey Monica!"