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“You better take your dress off now, dearie,” said Mrs. Porter in the sweet-little-old-lady voice which had been irritating Ann Larkin for at least six months. “We don’t want to get make-up on it do we?” Having just finished braiding Ann’s long brown hair, the make-up lady was now impatient to get the rest of the job done so she could go back to reading her movie magazine.
The full-figured young model disliked getting undressed until it was absolutely necessary because there was nothing private about her dressing room. At the moment, she and Mrs. Porter were alone, but any instant now a cameraman or set designer or one of the company’s executives would take it into his head to come barging in, and none of these people had ever heard of knocking. Ann knew perfectly well that they did it on purpose, knowing that she was shy and hoping to catch her off-guard, but there was little she could do about it and complaining only made her feel ridiculous.
But she turned her back on Mrs. Porter to allow her to unzip the back of her dress and slide it down off her shoulders, revealing a lush full body with smoothly rounded curves and soft, well-tanned skin.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.