Description: After a morning of intense prep, it's all lights, camera, action on Eve Jones as she strikes poses, wets her lips, and says cheese for the glamor shots that will take her straight to stardom and back.
Eve Goes to New York! PART 6.
For the better portion of the morning in the photographer’s studio, Eve was rushed through a whole series of events leading up to her actual shoot. She listened to the photographer’s assistant named Tee-Top, who sounded like a woman, rattle off insanely nonsensical ideas for different poses that he had in mind. Then he would demonstrate them by walking an imaginary cat-walk and flail his arms about. Wickedly shifting his hips left and right, he struck a pose like he was the main attraction. Finally, he declared with hands, fingers, and eyes wide open, That! That is what I want you to do!
Then it was all about clothes: dresses, bikinis, you name it, all laid out in front of her. She tried them all on and practiced posing the way Tee-Top wanted her to, but she couldn’t get the poses just right. She must have fallen at least a dozen times trying to flail her arms and stand like Tee-Top had. Instead of berating her, however, Tee-Top squealed excitedly and clapped with his fingertips when she struck a pose the way he had demonstrated.
Afterwards, for well over an hour, she sat in the chair and got her hair and makeup done by a woman who was dressed in florescent clothes, had half-closed bloodshot eyes, and smelled like marijuana. But it was all worth it. In the end, Eve had more makeup on than she had ever worn in her life and looked almost better than she felt!
Filled with confidence, she strapped on the bikini and went for broke, posing left, right, and all points in between. She was on point with every pose that Tee-Top had coached her on and she didn’t fall even once. With the backdrop of a fantasy island, she acted like she was on the beach with the sea breeze through her hair. The experience was so exhilarating that she decided that if acting didn’t work out for some unforeseen reason, modeling would be her next choice.
Hector of Hollywood was not at all the way she had imagined him. With gray hair and tired eyes, he looked more like a retired school master, but later she realized that when he was behind the camera, his super power clearly showed through.
“Natural!” Hector belted as he snapped off several shots in rapid succession. “Look natural. Wet your lips… say ‘cheese’… and there we go!”
The second shoot was in a blouse and skirt where Hector kept asking her to pull it up over the knee. Then he would draw closer, snapping off one, two, or three shots with moaning and groaning into the camera like he was making love to it. Honestly, Eve found it more than a little creepy, but if this was what stardom was like, she was determined to do exactly what he asked, and then some.
“Just the ghost of a smile,” he bellowed. “No, not a grin. I only want the slightest hint of some inner mirth,” he further explained with stifled passion as he squeezed out several more shots at various angles, including one from lying on the floor!
When it was finally over, Eve was exhausted. She turned to him and shared the honest-to-goodness truth. “Gosh,” Eve gasped. “I never dreamed posing was such hard work!”
“Ghastly!” he admitted with a tinge of sarcasm. “You’ll want to leave a deposit now, I presume?”
For a moment, Eve held her breath. A… deposit?
