Katie's eyes

"I like to start with the lips and the eyes before going to foundation and cheeks. I always think we want to focus on the highlights first."

"You think my lips are a highlight?" Katie asked.

Sam laughed. "Absolutely. Now let's look at your eyes." Sam gazed into Katie's eyes for a long time. At first, Katie didn't register the mutual eye contact -- she accepted this as a makeup job. But after Sam lingered for what felt like an awfully long time, she realized that he was just looking at her, not the work.

She smiled. "Well? What do you have in mind?"

Sam pulled out various pencils, and began to draw lines along the edges of her eyelids. "Look up." He accented the natural shape of the lid, emphasizing the angles without exaggeration. "Look down." He pulled out a few different little tubs of color. "Close." He spread small amounts of silver and maroon over each lid, blending them together. "Open." He looked at her. "Blink."

Katie enjoyed being told what to do, even as trivially as someone putting eye makeup on her. She was an actress, and part of what made her a good one was her ability to simply follow directions, accurately, consistently, reliably. When Sam told her to blink, she did, but she also batted her eyes at him playfully.

"Lashes," he said. He pulled out several options for false lashes, but they decided that wasn't the right approach. "You have such a natural glow about you, it seems that we want to do as much as we can to keep you looking real. Fake lashes will take this too far." He offered her a few different mascara options, and Katie selected one of them. "I think you can apply this yourself." She nodded, and took the mascara wand.

Sam talked briefly with Danny, out of Katie's earshot. Katie's mind drifted, as it often did, to sex. Danny and Sam were quite attractive, and Katie smiled as she imagined what they might be talking about. They were probably discussing her -- but was it purely professional, and all about the pictures, or did the moment she shared with Sam with the lipstick inspire anything else? The thought that something, anything, might happen was enough to arouse her senses, and she felt her pussy moistening slightly at the idea. She took a deep breath, but rather than reaching her hand between her legs to touch herself, she simply finished the work of the mascara.