Falling Down(9)

"Ready for primping, ladies?" Spenser asks, perky as ever.
"Spenser! It's been too long!"
"Don't I know it. I've missed your gorgeous faces." He air kisses both cheeks then does the same to Sera.
Spenser Clarity is the best makeup artist I've ever encountered. Spenser is the best because he's worked long and hard to get there and he has natural talent. No one takes care of my skin and hair like Spenser. No one.
I note he has two new people working with him and wonder how he likes that. Spenser hates incompetence and is a perfectionist.
"New girls?" I ask with a raised brow.
"Yes and they're amazing. I got so lucky with these two. They were interning. Interning! If you can believe that. I saw what they could do and immediately snatched them up. Come here, girls."
The two gorgeous redheads walk up smiling.
"You've got to meet Lucy and Sera. We've got it made today. These two don't require much work at all, they're so naturally beautiful."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Simone and this is Carmen."
I smile, "A pleasure."
Sera mumbles incoherently around her pastry.
"So, what's on the agenda today? Looks like skimpy and slutty?"
"Oh, no. No. Definitely skimpy but never slutty. Not for you two. We always keep it classy."
"Thank God."
"Do you know who we're working with?" Sera asks.
Spenser grins then closes his lips and pretends to turn a lock and throw away the key.
"Secrets. I promised."
"You know me, Spense. I'm going to go crazy not knowing."
"We'll just have to distract you. Let's get started."
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An hour later we're made up and my hair is primped and curled and slightly sprayed. That's what I love most about Spenser, he doesn't spray an entire can of lacquer hairspray onto whatever style he gives us, and what he does spray is unscented for which I'm very grateful. The scented stuff makes me sneeze.
"Ah, here's Gina. Wardrobe time!" Spenser claps. "I can't wait to see what they've chosen."
"Let's go, ladies," Gina says with a smile. She leads us over to the wardrobe area and immediately heads for the racks of clothes.
Turns out we aren't going to be rockstar hookers after all. They dress me in a red corset top that ends with red ruffles just above my belly button. The straps are a bit wider than spaghetti straps. Laces thread through on the side and behind the laces is a lacy, see-through fabric. What I love about it the most is the bustline. It's white with red polka dots which contrasts nicely with the red straps and bottom as well as the red ruffles that line the top bustline. All in all it's pretty conservative. My boobs are, of course, pushed up to within an inch of their life giving me some pretty rocking cleavage for someone who only wears a C-cup. The ruffles seem to enhance the boobage which I think is pretty awesome. They pair the top with a pair of super tight white crop pants that stop just below the knee. With the pants being white, it brings forth one of my worst enemies.
I hold the pants up to Spenser and he raises a brow.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
"Luce, if the worst of your wardrobe is the white thong that you'll be wearing underneath your other clothing, don't bitch about it. They could have you out there in a bikini that is the equivalent to three triangles and a few pieces of thread."
"Valid." What can I say to that? He's right. I suck it up and head behind the dressing screen with Gina.
"Can I keep these shoes?" I ask Gina. They're a pair of three-inch criss-cross, strappy, ankle-wrap sandals that are amazingly comfortable and easy to walk in.