London photo shoots models and escorts

Well I knew I would feel nervous. How many London students, waitresses, cloakroom attendants and of course escorts were told, at least twenty times a year, that you looked like a young Brigitte Bardot? Later this afternoon I would have my first photo-shoot!

I had just come back from an eye-brow shape, a manicure, pedicure, and was sitting in my robe with a cucumber face-mask on my face. I had to be dressed and out in an hour, and luckily I’d showered earlier.

I rinsed my face, dressed and booked my Uber car. The thought of being ‘sans’ make-up was a little daunting, but I had to look as fresh as possible, down to my shell-pink French manicure, and clear varnish on my toes OMG I’m such a slut but, I do look!

When I arrived, a young receptionist asked me to sit down. It looked professional enough; on the edge of Soho, but not within the red-light district which I usually avoided. She dialled an extension and smiled at me as she did so. ”Brigitte is here,” she shrilled.

Within a few minutes, the woman who had ‘found’ me, opened a door and greeted me. Her name was Carla, as she’d given me a card, and I’d checked out her profile on LinkedIn. She was above-board and that mattered to me.

Carla showed me to a dressing room, where an array of nice, fancy underwear was laid out. A stylist was present and she came over and looked at me. Then she tipped my chin up and looked at me. “I can’t believe you’ve not been found before now. What do you do?” My cheeks reddened as I talked about my soft furnishings business and cleverly omitting anything that could cause her to suspect that I was an escort to some of the most well connected men in the city.

Within a half-hour my hair was now wavy and up in a bouffant style. Then a make-up artist came through and didn’t use more than foundation, eye-liner, smoky eye shadow, mascara, a touch of powder puff, and a pink lip gloss.

She unveiled my look in a full-length mirror and I giggled. “That is very close to the pictures I’ve seen of her.”

My nerves started as I was shown to a door into the main studio. Carla smiled and told me I was a natural. “I could tell by how you walked, that you’d be good!”

 

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