The room was filled with the soft, almost musical sounds of silverware against fine China and subdued conversation. Andrea's eyes were drawn to the elegant gowns that the women were wearing, some so shear that you could clearly see undergarments beneath the expensive cloth, or not if the woman had forgone wearing anything beneath their dresses.
The men were just as debonair in suites that probably cost as much as Andrea's old Honda Civic but with a hunger, an anticipation in their eyes whenever she caught someone glancing at her.
She found it so hard not to move, to remain perfectly still and motionless while her belly growled at the sight of the food brought out in successive courses. Waiters and waitresses with silver platers of finger food followed by soups, salads, a prime rib that had had Andrea's mouth watering at the sight of the juicy, pink flesh seared a dark brown, and finally pie with a dollop of ice cream. Everyone had taken their time with each course and now sat at the table either enjoying the last of their desert or with large snifters in hand filled with a deep burgundy brandy.
A soft chime sounded and Andrea sifted her pose, her hands moving from covering her left breast and mound to reach above her head to clasp them together with the back of one hand pressed into the palm of the other, one foot raising up onto her toes so that her knee was slightly bent and angled outward to the side.
There were five other women posing with Andrea, two of them visible from where she stood and the other three behind her back. She took slow, even breaths and concentrated on remaining motionless while she watched the other two women.
The closest was tall and slim, with narrow, almost boyish hips and small A cup conical breasts who had one leg extended straight out with her toes pointed and the back of her hands pressed into the small of her back. The second woman was near to Andrea's five five height, with wide, amble hips and firm, C cup breasts standing in a way that reminded Andrea of 4th position from ballet lessons as a child.
She had no idea what either of the women's hair color was since both of their heads were shaved so smooth that the skin reflected the overhead lighting with even their eyebrows removed... just like her own. The women's nude bodies gleamed in the light from the oil that they had applied to themselves before taking their positions for the night.
Having her hair and eyebrows shaved had been by far the worst experience of tonight's job. If she were honest with herself, she was bothered more by the absence of her hair than she was with the absence of any clothes or that they were expected to pose nude for at least two hours straight.
But for the money that had been offered...
Hair grew back and she already kept her pubic hair completely shaved anyway.
The chime sounded again and Andrea shifted to a new pose. She wanted to try a yoga Tree Pose but was sure she couldn't hold standing on one foot without moving for the ten minutes before she got to reposition, so instead moved into a Triangle Pose with the flat of one hand on the table to help balance her weight.
She could only imagine the view someone behind her would be getting.
