Meeting the other amateurs

Rachel hurried down the corridor, both excited and nervous, with a tinge of shame inside that she would stoop to stripping to make money. Still, Demi Moore had done it and she'd become a big star afterward, And hadn't Liz Hurley made gone on to great things from a stripping role? Or was that Elizabeth Berkley? Whatever, wasn't she reknowned for something too?

The door at the end of the hall opened to a brightly lit room, though it was bright mostly because of the lights hanging over a dozen makeup tables. She squinted against the glare, looking around for some sort of guidance. Older girls with hard edges to them glanced at her for a moment then looked away, returning to applying stage makeup, adjusting surgically enhanced breasts, and glaring at a far less relaxed group at the end, clustered around a trio of makeup table that failed to hold back the dense shadows at the end of the room.

Figuring those must be the other amateurs Rachel made her way back there. She observed the pros with interest, knowing that she'd soon be joining their ranks, if only temporarily.

"Hi. is this the place to go for the amateur competition?" she asked brightly.

"No, you've got to go to hell," a tall angular woman told her caustically.

"Oh now Rita, don't be mean," a somewhat plump giggled. She leaned over to Rachel and breathed **** fumes in her face as she gave her a welcoming hug.

"Um, thanks," Rachel replied. "I'm Rachel, by the way."

"I'm Dorie," the large woman told her.

"Lori," came the soft voice of a rather plain woman who looked rather down-at-the-heels.

"And I'm Liz," came a smoky voice from the shadows, the kind of voice that men loved.

Rachel gaped at the stunningly beautiful woman who came towards her. She was probably in her early thirties, but with her fine-boned face and delicate features she was easily the most beautiful of the five amateurs. Her body was equally amazing, looking like a dancer but blessed with much larger breasts than dancers normally achieved.

Rachel found herself look up in awe at the women, who must have stood at least six inches taller than her even if she hadn't been wearing tall heels.

"Um, I'm Rachel," she repeated shyly, and Dorie giggled while Rita rolled her eyes.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Rachel. You're very beautiful, I'm not sure I'll be able to compete," the woman said with a laugh, though Rachel knew that it was she who stood no chance against this gorgeous woman.

"Oh no, I'm plain compared to you," she breathed, and more giggling ensued.

Liz took her arm with hands adorned with blood red nails as sharp as talons, put pulled Rachel towards her gently. A zing went through her body at the touch, her groin seeming to wake fully, sniffing the air and liking what it found.

"Let me help you pick a costume," Liz offered softly, her striking green eyes piercing Rachel, trapping her with their glittering gaze.