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Chapter 7: Alicia Keys models in Miami.
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It was so good to be back home in Miami.
I stepped into my condo in South Beach's famed ICON Building and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. What started as a one-day job in Las Vegas turned into over a week, and it was one of the most enjoyable weeks I'd had.
Doing makeup for Christina Milian, Amerie and Nicole Scherzinger turned out to be some of the most incredible days of my life. I had a wonderful time hanging out with three of the most beautiful and most recognized Black starlets in the business, but I was pretty exhausted from working and needed a bit of rest.
After the doorman took my luggage to the bedroom, I bid him goodbye with a generous tip.
Still holding a stack of letters that I'd gathered from the front desk, I went into the kitchen for a tall glass of apple juice. Sipping the sweet, cool liquid, I went out to my spacious balcony to read the mail and enjoy the peace and serenity of the Miami sunset.
Since working in Miami with Gabrielle Union, I discovered that I really loved this city. As such, after only a short period of time, I decided to relocate here. Thankfully, I'd earned enough from that job and others, to start looking for a permanent home in the Magic City.
However, for convenience, I decided to lease a condo until I found the perfect place to live. After careful research and negotiation, the ICON Building was the perfect choice. The breathtaking view of the Miami skyline sold me immediately.
In addition, tonight, just as when I first moved in, a grand mix of colors danced across the skyline. I loved the cool blues, hot pinks and vibrant oranges that wafted across the sky. I heard the gentle roar of the ocean and smelled the tang of the salt water in the air. I took a deep breath and relaxed, ever so grateful to be home.
Settling into my plush lounge chair on the balcony, I flipped lazily through the envelopes in my lap.
Then I saw it: The correspondence I'd been waiting on.
It was in a brightly-colored pink envelope, a definite representation of the wild personality who sent it.
Excitedly, I ripped it open, anxious to see what decision had been made. I swiftly read the bright pink stationery.
"Yessss!" I shouted. "I'm in! Heyyyyy!"
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Señora Françesca Torres was a world-renowned makeup artist based right here in Miami. Her works of art, usually beautiful African-American models and celebrities, were prominently displayed in fashion magazines throughout the world.
Her Afro-Cuban roots were clearly evident in her appearance. Her long, curly, reddish-brown hair, wild and tousled, her smooth and creamy soft olive skin, her rapid-fire speech and her seductive Cuban accent were all unmistakable clues to her rich heritage.
She was also a true beauty. She was statuesque; standing a full six feet in height yet was extremely shapely. Her curvy, hourglass figure was an absolute dream. She had full, round breasts that sloped into a taut stomach and thick, sultry hips.
Señora Torres was known for her makeup artistry. No one else that I'd modeled myself after had such a passion for the beauty of women of color.
I first studied Señora Torres back in high school. In fact, her work was one of the main reasons why I picked this profession. Her understanding of ethnic skin, particularly darker skin tones, really resonated with me.
According to the letter I now held in my hands, I was chosen to participate in one of her exclusive makeup artistry training sessions. Not only that, the event would serve as a soft launch of her new cosmetics line, Spanish Rose.
I'd gotten the invitation to attend over a month ago and was ecstatic that a solo artist as new as I was had even been invited. I immediately submitted my RSVP along with my payment and waited expectantly for an answer. Her classes were only held twice a year, and they filled up immediately. However, I could now rejoice because I'd actually gotten in.
This exclusive class was for one day only. The class would meet this Thursday, with a three-hour session in the morning, a break for lunch and then a three-hour session in the afternoon.
Since it was already Monday evening, I only had a couple of days to prepare. Since I had been out of town longer than expected, my mind swirled with a list of all the tasks I had to complete before the class.
First I had meetings scheduled on Wednesday with my lawyer and my accountant about the recent work I'd done as well as my upcoming projects. To be fully prepared, I'd have to organize and make copies of all of the contracts for the work I'd done in Vegas. Then I'd have to sort through and copy all of my receipts. Finally, I'd have to print out the production notes I'd made on my upcoming book and DVD series, along with the sample pages and packaging designs.
I also had a number of other tasks to complete. I had to clean and dry my brushes, replace all of the product I was low on, clean and organize my makeup case, update my portfolio with all of my Vegas pictures, brush up on a few techniques...
Just then, I heard the light chime of my cell phone. Picking it up, I smiled. It was a text message from Fran, who I'd met a few weeks ago on the Gabrielle Union shoot. She was checking to see if I was back in town and if I was, did I want to hang out.
I grinned as I pictured the petite, brown beauty. I licked my lips at the thought of her tasty, wet pussy.
Work could wait until tomorrow.
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Thursday morning, I found myself seated in an elaborate hotel conference room. The Shore Club was one of South Beach's most luxurious properties, and I was extremely excited to be there.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you so much for coming today." A sexy, honey-brown woman addressed the small group of us seated in the room. "My name is Kayla Donovan, and I'm Señora Torres' assistant. Welcome to her class. Thank you so much for coming!"
She beamed at our applause. "She'll begin the class at 9am sharp. Until then, please feel free to mingle amongst yourselves. Also, please enjoy the refreshments in the back of the room. Thank you."
I looked around, pleased to see all the people present. There were about twenty of us seated in the spacious conference room. As we walked in, at the far end of the room, a large stage had been constructed, and a large mirror sat at its rear. Also on the stage sat a podium with a microphone attached to it.
The front of the stage was connected to a long runway that led down the middle of the room and into the audience.
Also, two large video screens were set up on either side of the stage. I noticed a number of camera operators setting up the cables and checking the video, audio and lighting equipment.
In the room, to the right, were three long tables. On each table were several individual makeup cases. Each case was open and brimming with various beauty products.
