Mother discovered as a model finds lots of fun.I am so excited to tell you my story of fame and fortune. I dreamed of it for most of my life but after marriage, two beautiful daughters and ten extra years I had given it all up. They just don't look for thirty-five year old models.
I love coffee. Every week my girlfriends and I get together after we take the kids to school and talk about our husbands, the kids and how bored we are with our mundane lives. They're certainly not the lives we had dreamed of when we were thinking about adulthood.
It was a Thursday morning about ten o'clock. The four of us were scrunched around a table for two because for some reason the Coffeehouse was full of college kids and blue-gray-haired old women.
As I glanced around the shop I smiled. I wondered if I would still sit here with my friends when my hair was white and complain about my lazy husband and brag about the kids' latest accomplishments.
Deep in a conversation about the new report cards and that our husbands needed to learn how to wash their own soiled underwear; we were approached by one of those white haired women.
But this one was very beautiful. She stood very tall and erect and her skin, though thin was radiant. She looked like a model. Still beautiful in her advanced years.
She stood there, a few feet from the table and seemed to be looking right at me. I smiled at her and she nodded back.
Then she came and stood by me. "May I have a word with you in private, Miss?" she inquired.
I smiled at her and thanked her for calling Miss. "I have two little girls ages eight and ten, so thank you for making me feel young."
"But you are young, you are beautifully radiant and you glow. Have you ever done any modeling?"
I stuttered; my eyes grew big and filled with a mist of tears. "Wow, you must be psychic. I've dreamed of being a mole most of my life; but now I'm a bit old for that profession." I told her.
"Oh but you're not. You are very vibrant and beautiful. With the right clothes and makeup people would see you as a twenty-five year old, a beautiful twenty-five year old. Would you like to come to my office for an interview?
Stuttering, I somehow got the words, "I would love to but I still think I'm much too old to start modeling. I'm sure I'm not what you're looking for."
"Oh but you are," she handed me her card and asked me to be there tomorrow morning after I had dropped the kids off for school.
As she walked away, my friends stared at me in awe and I was numb. I couldn't believe what had just happened.
My first words were, "What do I tell Michael?"
They just laughed. Melissa said, "Tell him to go fuck himself!" and everyone laughed.
The appointment was for nine o'clock, and the kids needed to be dropped off at school fifteen miles away at eight thirty. With rush hour traffic I had to ask Michael to take the kids to school.
"Why, that's your job" he complained.
"Because I have a job interview and we need the money," I told him honestly.
"You never told me you had an interview," he grumbled but took the kids to school.
I didn't know what I should wear. I found a great forest green dress in the back of my closet that I hadn't worn in a year. I wasn't sure that I could fit in it anymore. But I guess the gods were with me because it fit better than it did when I brought it.
My hands were shaking and I had to pee like mad when I drove up to the modeling agency parking lot. I checked the card to make sure that I was at the right place. My hands were trembling.
The company name was Perfect Models. And the women I saw going in were beautiful and definitely perfect.
I almost turned around and ran back to my SUV. Then I thought, this is my last chance to make my dream come true.
I lifted my head high and walked in as if I belonged there. The name on the card was Anabella Stuart.
I found the receptionist area and asked for directions to her office. She was called to verify that I was expected and then a man came an escorted me to her office.
The office was painted in pinks and mauve. Expensive antique furniture filled the office and she invited me to sit in one of the fragile chairs.
My hands shook as I sat. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your name yesterday, what is it?" she inquired.
"It's Marina, ma'am."
"Oh that's a beautiful and it fits you well. Please don't look so confused. I chose you for your beauty and your enthusiasm. I saw it in your eyes as you were talking to your friends yesterday. I asked you here today to offer you a modeling position.
You walk with style and your beauty is timeless. You will have to work your way up the ranks, but I can see you in all of the latest style and you are beautiful.
I blushed. "Thank you, Ms Stuart.
"I am serious. I'm not complimenting you. You are what I've been looking for. But this is a grueling profession. I know that you have children, so is your husband willing to support you if you become a model?"
Taking a deep breath; I confessed that I hadn't thought that far in advance. "I am still in a state of shock that you even invited me here today."
"I'll tell you what, why don't we do a makeup session and your hair and take a few pictures. I'll send them out to my clients and see if they see in you what I see. If they do, I'll pay you fifteen-hundred a week and you can start in two weeks, agreed?"
"She was definitely a business woman, but when she told me how much I could make, I knew that this was what I wanted. I knew this would give my kids the good life and I would get the glamour I had always envied.
"I hope you're not shy, because we are going to be trying some clothes on you and having you walk the runway and see how you do. You do have time, right?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I lied. But I need to call my husband so he will pick up the kids first."
She handed me a phone and said; "Go ahead."
I told Michel that the interview as going to take longer than anticipated and that he needed to pick up the girls. He grumbled a bit but agreed to do so.
"Okay, let's get started," Anabella stood up and headed out of the office.
She led me first to makeup where they made me look ten years younger and absolutely beautiful. Then came wardrobe the clothes were beautiful and I was afraid to touch them.
I tried on several pieces in a room with five other women, all much younger than me. None of them were shy about their bodies as I was. They laughed and giggled and were having a lot of fun. I had to take a couple of deep breaths to keep from passing out. Most of the girls walked around naked or half naked and didn't even think about the others in the dressing room.
As I dressed, I felt their eyes on me. I felt embarrassed and didn't look around. Then this man just waltzed into the dressing area without announcing himself. I was the only one that covered her body.
One of the other models laughed and said, "It's only Fred; he's a gay as they come. He's not interested in your pretty tits."
She pinched one of my exposed nipples and walked away.
Miss Stuart came in and fussed with the outfit I had on then asked me to get on the runway and just walk naturally.
I had on three-inch heels and I was very nervous. I was sure that I would fall flat on my face. But somehow, I managed to make it all the way down the runway and back without falling on my face.
When I returned to the starting point, I exhaled and I needed to pee again.
Anabella, as she insisted I call her, came up to me and told me that it was beautiful and handed me a long gown and asked me to do the same with it on.
"You have four minutes to change." She called after me.
I don't know how I got the dress on so quickly; the help of one of the other models helped.
"Thanks," I called back as I was headed for the runway.
I took a deep breath and composed myself then strode down the runway once again hoping that I wouldn't trip on the length of the gown. I made it to the end of the twenty-foot runway without tripping over the hem.
Anabella smiled upon my return. "You're a natural! Come; let's talk some more.
I took a deep breath of relief and followed her to the dressing room. An assistant, the gay guy, took off the dress and I really breathed for the first time in what seemed forever.
"Let's go back to my office, we still have a lot to do. Upon arriving she said, " Have a seat; I have a lot of questions that I need to ask. Just relax."
I took a deep breath and she started asking me about a lot of personal things.
"Do you love your husband?" "Why yes, I do! But what does that have to do with being a model?" she just looked at me. "Do you plan on having more children?"
"No, but that can't be guaranteed."
"So you're not using protection?"
"Why do you need to know this stuff?"
"Just answer the question."
"Yes, we use protection ninety-eight percent of the time. But there are those unexpected moments."
"Are you willing to hand over the household chores to your husband?"
"I could if it's necessary?"
"Do you have a problem with other people touching your bare skin?"
"I don't know; I don't think so."
"Would you walk down the runway with just a bra and panties?"
