Make-Up for the Models

Disclaimer: This is all a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not represent any real individuals, actions, scenarios, companies, etc.

This was what you had told yourself it was all for. All those years of enduring the questions from your family and teasing from your friends about getting a degree from beauty school meant nothing now. You were on location with the crew of Sports Illustrated swimsuit shooting for their latest issue to come out next February. Who was laughing now?

For starters you were on a paid trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico a beautiful island in the Caribbean. Most importantly though, you were interacting with five stunning supermodels on a day to day, even minute to minute basis. Being the make-up guy, one of the few on the trip, you had to make sure they looked perfect before and during the shoot. If that meant running over to fix some powder while she covered her bare breast, well then so be it.

Each job had its hardships right?

The only hardship about this job was not to get hard. It was a very loose and friendly environment but popping a boner while putting on a girl’s makeup was hardly professional. So you usually took care of it in the morning before getting ready for the day or prayed that the problem didn’t come up later on.

This was just the beginning of what was going to be a long day. It was an 8 am call which meant that you had to be up by at the least 7 to be there and get everything ready for when the models arrived. Rubbing your eyes and a coffee in your hand, you greeted some of the other crew members as they began to get ready for the long shoot ahead.

“ John !” you hear someone call you and turn towards the source of the voice. Walking over to you is the woman in charge of all this known as MJ. “How are you darling?”

“Not too bad, you?” you reply taking a sip of your coffee.

“Oh the same, pulling my hair out to make sure we’ve got everything ready. Supposed to be the perfect day to shoot” she says before stopping herself and remembering why she called out to you in the first place. “This is the first bikini for the shoot, could you take it over to her?” she asked referring to the first model of the day.

You look down noticing the hangar with an ocean blue bikini top and bottom attached to it, in her hand. “Yeah, sure” you say in reply, giving her a smile as well. As if you were going to pass up the chance to go sneak a peek at the model while she changed.

“Thanks darling, I’ll see you in makeup later” she hands the bikini to you before heading off, barking instructions in her walkie-talkie.

It suddenly strikes you that she never said explicitly who’s bikini this was. Luckily there was a nametag attached to the hangar, reading it over you see it belongs too…