Make-Up for the Models (2016)

(Author's note: this is not a re-write but something closer to a sequel to my original story Make-Up for the Models. While it's not necessary to read it if you want to give it a crack feel free. I will still be adding threads to it. Disclaimer: all names, characters, etc in this story are fictional.)

You stepped out on the balcony of the hotel and for a moment just paused to breath it all in. A beautiful view of the sun as it started to rise signalling the start of the day. The smell of the sea water carrying through the air on a light breeze. Yep, it felt good to be on the job again. Only two years ago you had the trip of your life and now it felt like you were starting another one all over again. Of course you weren't going in with any preconceived notions.

First and foremost you were a make up artist.

A make up artist who just happened to land a job with Sports Illustrated and was lucky enough to be hired for their Swimsuit Edition. Who was laughing now? The details no one new about ( although maybe there were rumors after all the shenanigans that occurred ) was that you had your run of the roster on the last shoot, fucking a number of the models on the way to success. It had been a hell of an experience but now it was a new year and a new day.

The day was set to start like any other. After some breakfast you'd head down to the location with some of the crew. It wasn't unusual for a couple different shoots to be happening at once in different locations but usually your job took you to the make-up tent to start with and from there you went where you were needed. A pretty straight forward job and although you took pride in it - to be honest anything you missed could always be airbrushed in these days. A sad reality in truth.

As you made your way down to the lobby of the hotel you had to make a choice; you could head straight down to set now or you could go grab some breakfast in the food court. Or was that someone calling your name?