I introduce this story to you all as fiction and fantasy however it draws from many of my own experiences in the fashion industry. The things taking place in this story are not to be implied or understood to have ever taken place or assumed to be "par for the course" so to speak. This story has evolved from an idea I've been previously working on and a fantasy of one of our very own Literotica members. I hope you all enjoy this story and I especially hope that it is all she expected and more.
Love, Nicole
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I love the city in the early mornings, especially so in the winter when there's a downy blanket of snow over every corner of New York when you awake to the watery, searching tendrils of sunshine inching their way across virgin snow. The lonely and meandering trail, of some early morning adventurer, as it turns the corner to disappear in singular solitude remains an inviolable metaphor for the sudden hush of a snow silenced metropolis. Soon the pristine expanse will be trampled into an ugly slush by millions of feet, but for now it is my sparkling sanctuary. The coffee rolls back my murkiness. I'm packed, and there my bags wait by the door. Catherine sleeps while for two hours now I've been juggling schedules and finalizing flights for the models and photographers and support staff. I'm ready to go.
This is our biggest shoot ever. The woman I work for designs ladies intimates, or racy-lacy lingerie so to speak, and we've decided to produce a catalog for the Spring season. I have been planning for 4 months. We're sharing the costs with one of our clients and have six quite well known models, and a support staff of nine. Today we all meet at the airport for an early flight to Miami, then Puerto Rico and on to the French island of St. Bart's.
The arrival was breathtaking as usual. The tropical scrub covered hills seeming to reach out for the small prop-plane as the ground rushes up, and just when your panic surges with the certainty that you will perish on the side of a mountain, you see a narrow ribbon of road pass inches under the plane. In the next instant you are plummeting down at an exaggerated angle and slamming into the runway which runs down the steep slope of the hill and onto the narrow flat patch of land just off one of the many beaches. Most of the girls have been here many times and haven't stopped chatting and smiling and laughing through the ordeal. One lovely and angelic young woman stares wide eyed at me, the color drained from her face so that her lips seem pale and translucent. I mouth silently that it'll be ok. She smiles wanly and turns away trembling. I remember my first time arriving in St. Bart's by plane and smile.
"So, I assume this is your first time in St. Bart's?" I ask the angel while we're getting everyone in vans for the hotel.
"Yy-es, yes it is." She stammers. "I'm sorry, but I must still be shaken from that landing. You know I thought we were going to crash." She said more steadily.
"Hi, I'm sorry, I'm Nicole." And smiling broadly I extended my hand.
"Oh yes I know, I work for Ginny and Liz. I'm the wardrobe assistant and I spoke with you the other day." She said smiling nervously and extending her hand. "Oh shit!" As she dropped her satchel, spilling it's contents at her feet.
"Ok, hey ladies let's load up." I was shouting, "Go on both vans and I'll follow."
I stooped and helped that stunningly gorgeous and darling angel scoop up the contents of her satchel. Pens, pencils, paperclips, straight pins, a stapler, staples, pieces of paper fitters tapes and a myriad of like items. We stood and she was stammering that she was sorry. She was precious.
"Hey, come on. This is the last taxi in line so ride with me." I urged.
"Oh no I can't, Ginny and Liz will need me here." She said looking away as if seeking Ginny and Liz and being terribly unsure of herself. And, with more confidence she looked me in the eyes and smiled, "I'm so sorry, I forgot. Hi, I'm Penny."
"Well Penny, it is a pleasure to meet you." I smiled, "I've been meaning to ask since you have such a lovely voice and delicate accent. Are you Australian? It's just a hint of an accent and hard to place."
"Why yes, yes I am from OZ, but I've been in New York for 2 years studying and working." She said smiling, "I should go look for Ginny and Liz now really." Penny said firmly.
"No, don't worry Penny. I saw Liz before you got through customs and she suggested you go on ahead to the hotel and get settled with your stuff and theirs and start unpacking. They have to go to the customs yard at the other end of the airport and sign out all the boxes of our clothes and things with Leo and Randy the photographers." I explained, "So hop in sweetie." I said taking her hand and sliding into the back.
The ride to the hotel was winding and perilous, but the views were stunning and Penny was smiling as her eyes sparkled in wonder. We arrived at the hotel and met up with the rest of our group in the lobby and I set the schedule for the afternoon. In 3 hours if all went well I wanted to start shooting in the gardens.
The shoot was finishing up and I found myself watching Penny. She stood off to the side in a trance watching P model a pale blue thong and bra set, and I have to admit she was looking extremely hot, which would explain Penny's dreamy gaze. Leo finished up and P sauntered over and as Penny extended the robe and P slipped her arms through and wrapped herself, her hand stroked Penny's and paused a full beat. I saw Penny blushing as P turned her head and gave Penny a light little peck on the cheek and whisper.