The ambience backstage at Lincoln Center for Performing Arts looked hectic and somewhat wild, just like rushing around the Grand Central Terminal; everybody was vigorously busy! Models, hairstylists, makeup artists, and assistant dressers were moving around frantically getting ready for the show. Clearly, they were trying to make something spectacular after some time. It was day four of New York Fashion Week and my friend, Sophie, was having her first runway show. I observed her instructing the hairstylists and makeup artists on how each model should look. She was a perfectionist and never tolerated mistakes!
Sophie was a thin Asian woman with long silky black hair. She looked more like a fashion model with her exotic looks, and always had a passion for fashion. I knew she was talented enough to enliven her dreams. She had hired me as an assistant dresser for her show and I was so happy to be a part of the event.
"Maré, Ashley Vee has just arrived." Sophie told me. "Please assist her with this dress."
"Sure." I replied.
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Sophie said, rushing off to assist a blonde-haired runway model. With the lavender dress in my hands, I hurried to where Ashley was standing. She was a short, slender Filipina with long black hair and perky tits. Looking at her silky toned legs drifted my mind to the sex fruit between her thighs. Ashley looked innocent and introverted, but her big brown eyes told me she was a girl of surprises.
"Hi, Ashley, here's your first dress."
"Thank you," Ashley said and smiled. "It's beautiful."
She removed her skirt and shirt, exposing a pair of perfect tits. I licked my lips; her erect nipples seemed to implore me for a good attention! My dick throbbed and hardened instantly.
"This must be the best job in the world," I spoke. "I'm working with the most beautiful star, known to the showbiz world."
Ashley laughed and put on the lavender dress. A short dark-haired makeup artist groomed her face, and a tanned hairstylist did her hair. They transformed her into a butterfly! The lavender gown and matching heels brought forth her charismatic appeal.
"The show is about to start." Sophie announced.
Ashley went up the polished stairs, which led to the runway; I was fortunate enough to watch the show from the black flat screen above me. Kimora Lee Simmons, Victoria Beckham, and Tyra Banks were sitting in the front row chatting and laughing. Ashley looked utterly like a different person on the runway, and she knew how to captivate the audience with her body movements. Her walk was beguiling! That instant, I desired to sit in the front row as it felt like a concert out there. The up-tempo music blared energetically! I smiled, watching her walking with fluidity; she did not miss a step!
When the models walked backstage, assistants and staff members proceeded to help them for changing into the next outfit. When Ashley rushed downstairs, I had her next outfit in my hands, which was a Japanese Blooms corset. Ashley stripped out of the gown and changed briskly. I grabbed her by the waist and she laughed. We pecked each other on lips, and the feeling surprised me. Taking our time, we made out without any interruption and distraction.
After the show, the models were all hugs and smiles, feeling proud about their performance. Cinematographers and videographers were taking pictures and getting interviews. Sophie thanked everybody for doing a great job and reminded us that there will be an after party at the 40/40 Club. I spotted Ashley, who was changing into her street clothes and sauntered to her.
"You were amazing out there." I told Ashley. "Great job!"
"Thank you!" She said sweetly. "I'm glad the show is over. It made me nervous though."
"Nervous? You owned the runway babe!"
"You don't know how nerve-racking it was! Tripping in those small-ass shoes could embarrass me. Are you going to the after party?"
"Yes, I'll be there."
"Great! Erm ... may I ask your name?"
"Sure! You can call me Maré, like everybody does," I said, grinning broadly.
She laughed. "That's a nice name."
"Likewise," I added.
Later that night, I went to the after party; The 40/40 Club was located in the Flatiron District neighborhood of Manhattan. I had put on my black tailored khakis; black T-shirt, and matching Air Jordan III sneakers. Some 10 scores of the guests thronged the place. The music genres being played there were 1990s pop, R&B, and hip-hop.
I sat at the bar, sipping on Jack & Coke and a bottle of Armand de Brignac while enjoying the music. Some models stood in awe before a massive flat screen to watch the fashion show, the one they participated for doing runways. With amusement, I gazed at their transfixed faces.
Finally, Ashley walked in the club. She was dressed in a platinum colored minidress with brightened up beads on its broad straps that clung to every curve of her figure. If she was not the sexiest woman in the 40/40 club, she was close to be called so. I waved to her with my hand. Luckily, she found me and smiled. Swaying her hips, she walked with the same fluidity. Her ripe tits bounced with each step.
"Hi, Maré," she said. "Mmm ... Watching the event, aren't you?"
"Yeah, and that was amazing." I admitted. "It was enjoyable, every second of it!"
"It was really a good experience," Ashley admitted, "though it made me anxious as well." She looked at the drinks and asked, "How many drinks you had?"
"Two!" I answered. "When I go to clubs, I only have one or two drinks. That keeps me cool!"
"Fine!" she said. "Do you smoke?"
"No, I don't like being around smokers!"
"I'm a chain smoker." Ashley laughed.
"Oh, God! I wish I had known this."
"I'm joking!" Miko murmured. "I hate smokers too. Do you like Asians, erm ... girls I mean?"
"Yeah baby, I love their exotic-looks! They're HOT! I'm known to have a good taste and it's easy for me to pick them!"
"I know you can, playa!"
"Oh, you know me already!" I laughed. "I guess it's a Harlem thing. Ha!"
"Yep, yep!" Ashley replied.
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