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then giggled like teenagers. Actually, the more I looked, the more I realized they were teenagers just with a lot of makeup on.
“Misty and Marcia, our twin babies. We all watch out for them. Keep them out of trouble… don’t need them turning into some island hoochies. Right girls?”
They giggled once more and it reminded me of Maddy. I couldn’t wait for my sister and Ginelle to come at the end of the month. The twins were also considered plus sized, along with everyone else, but they couldn’t be more than a size ten. I was barely smaller and not by much.
MiChelle led me over to a spot and held my suit while I dropped my clothes. She continued updating me about the models. “The twins are only sixteen. Here without family even though they have a chaperone designated to them from their modeling agency. That glow-in-the-dark motherfucker is never around. Their Dad back home is single and works to provide for his girls, but as you can see, they’re gorgeous and got picked up without trying. This is a huge gig for them and will set them up for college. Only reason their Dad allowed ‘em to come.”
Once I was suited up, a female attendant sprayed something on my bum to make sure the suit didn’t ride up in the pictures and taped the suit to my chest, keeping the look exactly where they wanted it for the shoot. Then she poured some oil onto her hands and proceeded to rub me down to a nice shine. MiChelle stood with her ebony arms out in a T, her legs in a wide-legged stance as the same thing was done to her.
A brisk knock on the door had all of us quieting down. “Mia and MiChelle, you’re up!” A booming voice hollered through the door.
“Show time, MiChelle said.”
Angel was an amazing photographer and human being. Working with him and MiChelle on the first shoot was the highlight of my day. This ad was going to be labeled “Yin and Yang” based on the opposite colors of our skin tone, and he positioned us into lying head to toe, curving our bodies into a crescent shape. He took the photos from up above. At one point, he had us holding one another’s hand and ankle, stretched out into a complicated design but the end result was philosophical and thought provoking.
Once finished, MiChelle and I hung out with the other girls pigging out on pizza. Probably not what models should be doing, but MiChelle made a point to note that the pizza did have spinach, artichoke, tomatoes, green peppers, olives, and chicken. All healthy things. That explanation was good enough for me and every other girl. Besides, we lamented that we were plus sized models and got the gig based on the figure we had, not the size society wanted us to be.
***
Over the next couple days, I did single shots and group shots with the girls. Tai had been off duty; unfortunately, I worked from dawn until I couldn’t stay awake any longer. Modeling was no joke. These women worked their asses off. I mean, there were parts that were really fun and each shoot started out that way, until you’ve had to keep your toe pointed for over an hour, your chest arched up, your booty tucked in so you weren’t looking like a girl at the club, and repeated slight adjustments to your form, as well as your hair, makeup, and environment. I’m pretty sure I had a permanent cramp in my right foot from attempting to make the shape of a Barbie foot all day with my very real flesh and bone, non-plastic limb.
Today, I was meeting up again with Tai. I smiled thinking about all that male, warm, yummy skin and how he’d wrap it all over me. Hopefully, we’d have another night full of meeting one another’s carnal desires. However, he was dead set on showing me the island. As much as I wanted to lie in bed with him all day, I did want to explore my surroundings and get the full island experience.
The first spot we hit was a place not far from Honolulu, located in the center of the lower half of the island called Pali Lookout. At the top of the mountain, there
“Misty and Marcia, our twin babies. We all watch out for them. Keep them out of trouble… don’t need them turning into some island hoochies. Right girls?”
They giggled once more and it reminded me of Maddy. I couldn’t wait for my sister and Ginelle to come at the end of the month. The twins were also considered plus sized, along with everyone else, but they couldn’t be more than a size ten. I was barely smaller and not by much.
MiChelle led me over to a spot and held my suit while I dropped my clothes. She continued updating me about the models. “The twins are only sixteen. Here without family even though they have a chaperone designated to them from their modeling agency. That glow-in-the-dark motherfucker is never around. Their Dad back home is single and works to provide for his girls, but as you can see, they’re gorgeous and got picked up without trying. This is a huge gig for them and will set them up for college. Only reason their Dad allowed ‘em to come.”
Once I was suited up, a female attendant sprayed something on my bum to make sure the suit didn’t ride up in the pictures and taped the suit to my chest, keeping the look exactly where they wanted it for the shoot. Then she poured some oil onto her hands and proceeded to rub me down to a nice shine. MiChelle stood with her ebony arms out in a T, her legs in a wide-legged stance as the same thing was done to her.
A brisk knock on the door had all of us quieting down. “Mia and MiChelle, you’re up!” A booming voice hollered through the door.
“Show time, MiChelle said.”
Angel was an amazing photographer and human being. Working with him and MiChelle on the first shoot was the highlight of my day. This ad was going to be labeled “Yin and Yang” based on the opposite colors of our skin tone, and he positioned us into lying head to toe, curving our bodies into a crescent shape. He took the photos from up above. At one point, he had us holding one another’s hand and ankle, stretched out into a complicated design but the end result was philosophical and thought provoking.
Once finished, MiChelle and I hung out with the other girls pigging out on pizza. Probably not what models should be doing, but MiChelle made a point to note that the pizza did have spinach, artichoke, tomatoes, green peppers, olives, and chicken. All healthy things. That explanation was good enough for me and every other girl. Besides, we lamented that we were plus sized models and got the gig based on the figure we had, not the size society wanted us to be.
***
Over the next couple days, I did single shots and group shots with the girls. Tai had been off duty; unfortunately, I worked from dawn until I couldn’t stay awake any longer. Modeling was no joke. These women worked their asses off. I mean, there were parts that were really fun and each shoot started out that way, until you’ve had to keep your toe pointed for over an hour, your chest arched up, your booty tucked in so you weren’t looking like a girl at the club, and repeated slight adjustments to your form, as well as your hair, makeup, and environment. I’m pretty sure I had a permanent cramp in my right foot from attempting to make the shape of a Barbie foot all day with my very real flesh and bone, non-plastic limb.
Today, I was meeting up again with Tai. I smiled thinking about all that male, warm, yummy skin and how he’d wrap it all over me. Hopefully, we’d have another night full of meeting one another’s carnal desires. However, he was dead set on showing me the island. As much as I wanted to lie in bed with him all day, I did want to explore my surroundings and get the full island experience.
The first spot we hit was a place not far from Honolulu, located in the center of the lower half of the island called Pali Lookout. At the top of the mountain, there
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