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I was in makeup at the studio by 7 am that morning. When I dream of being model I imagine life of incredible glamour and of luxury. Well it was apparent that sleeping in it was not one of those luxuries. Since this was going to Paul’s shoot, he was there, my Svengali and he supervise every detail. When he see what makeup girl has spent a hour doing to me, he frowned and shakes his head. He erase dark line of makeup from under my cheekbones and put line of luminous pinky white cream from huge cosmetics kit on very top of my cheekbone and on my forehead.

It was like bold stripe on each side of my face. He put his finger in dark pancake makeup and put two smudges on each side of my nose. The makeup girl, she looks and me and nods grudgingly in approval. When it comes to my eye makeup, the two of them look closely at me, heads together, murmuring, conferring, nodding. My eyelids they paint a translucent pink with smoky shadow on the arch. The do heavy black eyeliner for cat eye affect. But still they are not satisfied! “Fish scales,” says Paul and open tiny pot and rub it together with a dab of Benefit highlighter and carefully apply mixture to my eyelids with a soft sable brush.

To me the affect it is garish and clownlike and I voice my objection. We are trying to please the camera not you, says Paul. Then I am out under the hot lights, Paul’s camera flashes over and over again, he barking orders at me, never is he satisfied. I cannot achieve expression he wants.

I want to go home now. The flashing of the lights, the movements, all is like a blur. I have no place here. It is mistake. I cannot get the expression he wants and I feel like crying but no. I will not cry. I never cry.

Then suddenly Paul says, “Look Jasmine. It is your brother!”

I turn toward the camera, my mouth parted my eyes they fill with shock and fear and and —

And that is the look he wanted.

“If you ever mention my brother again,” I say to him my voice my entire body shaking with rage “I will end your life”.

And I mean it too.

Later on, I see the proofs from the shoot and it was almost impossible to believe it was me. My face in the pictures with my dark eyes wide, my full lips parted well I look more than beautiful.

Every flaw I have seen when I scrutinize myself in mirror they are gone and I look so beautiful it is almost unreal. I have been transformed by skillful hairstyling and application of cosmetics and lighting into a woman more perfect beyond anything I could imagine.

See, what did I tell you, says Paul and he reaches over and grabs me.

We fuck like wild things on the floor.

But my mind it is not with him in that moment.

I am thinking instead of my brother. It is him I think of as Paul thrusts his cock inside me, as he sucks hard on my tits.

I am thinking of the girl in those pictures. In my mind it is that girl who is fucking my brother, his big hard cock is filling her tight wet pussy, his mouth is on her tits as their excitement grows.

It is for them I cry out inarticulate in orgasm.

It is for that girl and my brother that I cum.

 

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