Lights crashed. Blinding. Bright. The electric wind-up signaled each of their bursts which briefly exposed faces floating in the dark.
A raised platform lay centered in the room, long and sleek. Glossy under the lights.
Silence.
And then voices. Pens scratching as explosions rocked the huge room.
Tanya crossed her right leg in front of her left, lifting her chin to look down upon the anonymous crowd. And then she walked. Strutting with exaggerated motions down the runway. Her dress flared out above her hips to show thin black panties that barely covered her hidden lips. A wide piece of velvet hung down her back like a bastardized cloak. The top she wore was stiff with an inverted V cut-out showing off of midriff and its mirror showing her pendulous, tanned breasts. Her nipples showed with each step in a mesmerizing alternating pattern.
The people murmured as she stalked down the lane, left hand on left hip, right raised to shoulder height.
At the end, she paused and almost smiled, displaying her superiority for all to see.
And turn.
Jesika was ten paces behind her, already walking her way and waving coquettishly at men and women on the sidelines.
Training prevented the snarl from reaching her lips. Tanya paused for an extra, over-indulgent second and then walked, passing within a calculated hair-width distance from Jesika. She reached the curtains.
And turn.
Chaos greeted her and her face dropped all pretenses, her flawless skin rising over her high cheekbones as she centered her fury on the beardless man shouting out directions in the middle of the room. Men and women yelled and cajoled and - yes, one girl was crying - as everyone changed their outfits and made ready for their turn.
"I don't have time-" he started to say as he caught sight of her.
Her slap wasn't strong but she had years of practice perfecting the proper way of striking to ensure it stung.
"How dare you!" Tanya screamed, her pouting lips drawn back to show tall, perfect white teeth. "You sent her out too early! You
know
you're to wait until I've returned and you
still
sent her out."
"Tanya," he tried to say, raising his hands.
She tore at her clothes and pins flung through the air as they fell apart, leaving her standing in her panties and heels and nothing more.
"Who do you think set this in motion for you, Stefan?" she screamed, coming closer to him.
"I-"
"Do you think anyone will pay for your shitty designs if my father spreads the word among his friends? If he smears your name in our circles? Do you think you'll be nothing more than a- a- dishwasher if I so much as whisper in his ear?!"
"Tanya, please," he begged.
The other models were frozen. Perfect statues in various states of disarray.
"I'm done," she said, her voice dropping to a disturbing calm. She regarded him with brilliant green eyes as he began to sweat.
"No, I-"
"Tomorrow you will feature me in ten outfits," she told him, watching his expressions. Noting the panic and pain that flashed in his eyes.
"That's almost half," he moaned, rubbing his hands together.
And turn.
She walked to her private changing room. Her heels cracked against the tile like the keys of a madman's typewriter.
"Where's Angelica?!" Stefan yelled behind her as she closed her door.
Tanya threw herself onto her couch with her arms spread over the back. A single lock of brilliant gold hair escaped her braids but she ignored it as she sat there, seething while replaying her walk in her mind.
She screamed and slapped the couch before drawing a deep breath.
Finally, she stood and began dressing herself, reaching for the red and black silk kimono she'd purchased earlier before the show. She paired it with black silk shorts that hung tightly against her boyish hips and showed the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. A red and gold belt completed the outfit and she tied it lightly, letting the kimono open to show her cleavage.
A door at the opposite end of the room opened.
"Ms. Javier," a gravelly voice said quietly. "Your car is ready."
The girl's dainty feet sunk into the rich carpeting as she walked to the floor. Light glittered from her toenails, fracturing off of the tiny diamond chips she'd had applied earlier in the morning. The door opened wider at her approach and her bodyguard stood to the side. Tanya slipped into her sandals before walking through the doorway.
She ignored him as she always did. The pair of them were shadows and nothing more.
A jet black BMW waited curbside before her, with her second bodyguard holding the door open. She noted the glass of wine before she gathered her kimono to sit inside, crossing her leg and lifting the glass to down it in one go. The door closed with a nearly silent thump and immediately pulled away.
Tanya poured more wine and sipped it before pushing a discrete button in the center console.
"I want to go shopping first," she said. "Amar's."
The car hummed with power yet she barely felt it change lanes. The outside world was dim through the tinted windows but she didn't care. Instead, she focused on the mirror before her, leaning forward to check her reflection for any flaws.
Satisfied, as always, with her appearance, she sat back to finish her drink, closing her eyes to rest until she felt the rumbling car grow quiet. The door opened to show both bodyguards standing ready. She swiveled and pushed herself out, pulling her sunglasses from a pocket at the back of the passenger seat.
"Clear it," she told her bodyguards as they made their way to a small clothing store.
The store's signage, simply named "Amar" after its owner, took up over half of the glass front. Tanya stood aside with her sunglasses resting against her pert nose, waiting and watching as women left the store. One of the two men held the giant brass door handle, pulling it open and waiting for her entry.
"Ah, Ms. Javier," the owner said, bowing minutely as she entered. He was short and balding with a gray beard but wearing an exceptionally tailored suit. "You honor me."
She ignored him as she did everyone else, instead walking through the nearly empty racks, touching the various outfits.
"Ms. Javier, if you please," the man said from the side of the store.
She frowned but looked up at him.
"I have an item that I've kept waiting for your return," he told her, gesturing toward an ornate wooden box. "Please."
It was unusual but she was interested. Amar sold a small number of items to select clients and even she knew that if he had something special that it
must
be unusual.
As she approached, he lifted the lid of the box and Tanya's plucked eyebrows rose. Resting upon a gold satin pillow lay a pair of viridescent thigh-high boots. She came closer to realize they were covered in tiny scales that appeared almost oily in their reflectiveness.
"And?" she asked, hiding her interest.
"They are truly unique," he told her. "It is well that your men asked everyone to leave as I wouldn't dare show these to prying, unworthy eyes."