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quite rivalling Champagne's six-seater, at least now provided respectable room for two.
    'You've got lovely bones, you know,' Amber said matter-of-factly, snatching away a stray eyebrow hair with a pair of tweezers. 'You should wear your hair up more often. Or get it cut short to show off your face a bit.'
    'Do you really think so?' asked Jane, settling back into the chair happily. She was beginning to enjoy being a supermodel. She hoped Dave would give her a Polaroid shot to take back to Nick. He could keep it in his wallet. On the other hand, as he so rarely opened it, that might not be the best place.
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    'What the fuck's going on?' It was Champagne's turn to sound indignant. Her demanding tones echoed round the studio.
    'I didn't realise this was a shoot for Evans the Outsize,' Champagne snarled, striding up to Jane. Her heels clattered furiously on the wooden floor. 'Who the fuck are you? Her brilliant green eyes homed pitilessly in on the greasy roots of Jane's hair. Nick had taken all the hot water again that morning.
    'I'm Jane from Gorgeous,' Jane stammered, terrified despite herself. Being sneered at by someone so beautiful was an intimidating experience. 'I've come to write your ... I mean, I've come to discuss your, er, column.'
    'Well, what the hell are you doing in front of the camera then?' Champagne's drill-like gaze moved from Jane's scuffed shoes to the sagging bra beneath her not-very-well-ironed white blouse. Jane's cheeks burned with shame.
    'Jane very kindly stepped in to help us with the light reading since you were so busy? said Dave.
    Champagne seethed. Pausing only to throw a glance as green as a glassful of Chartreuse at Dave, she flounced out of the studio, muttering a stream of invective of which only 'fucking old poofter' could clearly be heard.
    There was a short silence.
    Dave sighed. 'Go and sort her out, FabergeY he murmured to his snub-nosed assistant. Faberge' started eagerly forward. But his services, it seemed, were not required.
    Tm ready.' Husky tones had replaced the honk. Turning round, Jane saw Champagne standing in the doorway wearing nothing more than a challenging gaze.
    There really was, Jane saw, nothing holding those breasts up. Full and glorious, they soared onwards and upwards like helium balloons, each topped with its rosy
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    nub of nipple. Champagne grinned at her astonished and silent audience. She strode forward, long muscles sliding up and down her slender thighs as she moved. She walked up to Dave and, thanks to the disparity in their heights, thrust her nipples practically in his face. 'Dress me,' she said in her huskiest tones, running both hands down the sides of her body. 'If you want to, that is.' She shot a searing glance from beneath her thick lashes and pouted at the room.
    Jane sighed. Champagne had turned a tantrum into a triumph simply by taking her clothes off. Satisfied at the sensation she had caused, Champagne swung on her heel and began to sashay up and down the room like a supermodel. Watching her prance around, utterly uninhibited, it struck Jane that nakedness was a concept that only really applied to those with less than perfect figures. People with bodies as stunning as Champagne's were always dressed, in the sense that there was never anything embarrassing to conceal.
    Delighted to be the centre of attention, Champagne now dazzled the assembled company with a radiant smile.
    'She can certainly turn on the charm when she wants to,' Dave muttered grudgingly.
    'She can turn on more than that,' Jane whispered. 'Look at FabergeT
    Dave turned round to see his assistant bending over some boxes. He was clearly trying desperately to conceal an enormous erection in his tight white trousers.
    ' Well,' said Dave delightedly, raising both eyebrows and grinning widely. 'I had no idea he was such a talented boy.'
    Dave's good humour restored, the shoot proceeded. Champagne was in her element, posing, pouting and slinking about in a succession of tiny, tight