in modeling looming on the horizon. Any other life than that just would not be worth living.
T he fitting room was so dull, but at least it allowed Lisa to daydream all she wanted. It was better than being out on the floor, where you were actually expected to work. Lisa even had time to watch a whole Gucci fashion show on her phone, analyzing all the models while thinking how incredibly zombie-like they looked.
Lisa never understood why high fashion models acted so stiff and wooden. Lisa's plan was to bring excitement and sexiness to the catwalk. The days of boring zombie-like models were over!
Who says models can’t be sexy ?
She had even set up an account online at Model Mayhem, feeling far superior to the other would-be models on the site. In Lisa’s opinion, some of them were an out and out disaster, looking like they were at least thirty frickin ’ years old!
Sometimes Lisa liked to daydream about her life as a supermodel . And she always saw herself as a supermodel... never just a regular model doing catalogue work. She would travel all over the globe.... Japan, Italy, Africa, and especially, the south of France...and what was that cool island with all the statues? Bali. She wanted to go to Bali!
There would be endless parties on expensive yachts...and fabulous dinners, always with the best champagne...and gorgeous swimming pools with fountains and grottos....
God, she loved grottos! Only cool rich people hung out in grottos.
And tons of hot guys to choose from instead of these boring rednecks and geeks and losers from the Midwest…
A few minutes after nine, Lisa got a call on her cell phone. It was her geeky skinny friend Drew. Lisa liked to hang out with girls who were l ess attractive than she was . And Drew with her straight up and down body and stringy hair fit the bill perfectly. Patty worked well as a "less attractive friend" too, since she was on the pudgy side with frizzy hair.
Andrea, on the other hand, had become a little too cute for Lisa's taste. Lisa consoled herself with the fact that Andrea didn't know how to dress sexy; always wearing those lame girly dresses with tons of flowers and lace .
"Hey, Lees!" Drew exclaimed . "How would you like to go to a party tonight?"
"You have no idea," Lisa replied.
Then Lisa saw her boss peeking over at her from behind a rack of women's bathing suits.
"I am so bored I could die," Lisa said softly into the phone. "Will there be champagne and hot guys at this party?"
"Probably not," Drew replied. "But there might be a bag of Cheese Doodles and some soda if you're lucky. It's at Andrea's house. Her parents are away for the weekend."
"Really?" said Lisa, noticing her boss starting to move closer to the fitting room, while pretending to arrange bathing suits.
Stupid dumb Andrea. Lisa could swear the girl had a thyroid problem. She was convinced Andrea used her oversized peepers to look super young and cute all the time, like an innocent fairy princess with those annoying poofy dresses and her ridiculously immature fascination with mermaids.
But hey...a party is a party. And Lisa was between boyfriends. Her last boyfriend, Cory, insisted on anal sex all the time. It was like, "What? My vagina isn't good enough?" At first, Lisa went along with it. After all, she didn't want anyone calling her a prude. But then she got worried that the guy was going to stretch out her butt hole, and besides, maybe he was gay.
So, she ditched him.
"Patty's coming?" Lisa asked.
Lisa paced nervously around behind the counter, feeling fidgety. Her boss was closing in on her . A lthough she hated this job, she needed it to buy make-up, clothes, and accessories.
Lisa had learned that a well-placed Maybelline’s scarf or a cheap pair of bright dangly earrings had the power to elevate a boring outfit into a semi-couture looking ensemble.
She also needed this lame job to save for plane
T he fitting room was so dull, but at least it allowed Lisa to daydream all she wanted. It was better than being out on the floor, where you were actually expected to work. Lisa even had time to watch a whole Gucci fashion show on her phone, analyzing all the models while thinking how incredibly zombie-like they looked.
Lisa never understood why high fashion models acted so stiff and wooden. Lisa's plan was to bring excitement and sexiness to the catwalk. The days of boring zombie-like models were over!
Who says models can’t be sexy ?
She had even set up an account online at Model Mayhem, feeling far superior to the other would-be models on the site. In Lisa’s opinion, some of them were an out and out disaster, looking like they were at least thirty frickin ’ years old!
Sometimes Lisa liked to daydream about her life as a supermodel . And she always saw herself as a supermodel... never just a regular model doing catalogue work. She would travel all over the globe.... Japan, Italy, Africa, and especially, the south of France...and what was that cool island with all the statues? Bali. She wanted to go to Bali!
There would be endless parties on expensive yachts...and fabulous dinners, always with the best champagne...and gorgeous swimming pools with fountains and grottos....
God, she loved grottos! Only cool rich people hung out in grottos.
And tons of hot guys to choose from instead of these boring rednecks and geeks and losers from the Midwest…
A few minutes after nine, Lisa got a call on her cell phone. It was her geeky skinny friend Drew. Lisa liked to hang out with girls who were l ess attractive than she was . And Drew with her straight up and down body and stringy hair fit the bill perfectly. Patty worked well as a "less attractive friend" too, since she was on the pudgy side with frizzy hair.
Andrea, on the other hand, had become a little too cute for Lisa's taste. Lisa consoled herself with the fact that Andrea didn't know how to dress sexy; always wearing those lame girly dresses with tons of flowers and lace .
"Hey, Lees!" Drew exclaimed . "How would you like to go to a party tonight?"
"You have no idea," Lisa replied.
Then Lisa saw her boss peeking over at her from behind a rack of women's bathing suits.
"I am so bored I could die," Lisa said softly into the phone. "Will there be champagne and hot guys at this party?"
"Probably not," Drew replied. "But there might be a bag of Cheese Doodles and some soda if you're lucky. It's at Andrea's house. Her parents are away for the weekend."
"Really?" said Lisa, noticing her boss starting to move closer to the fitting room, while pretending to arrange bathing suits.
Stupid dumb Andrea. Lisa could swear the girl had a thyroid problem. She was convinced Andrea used her oversized peepers to look super young and cute all the time, like an innocent fairy princess with those annoying poofy dresses and her ridiculously immature fascination with mermaids.
But hey...a party is a party. And Lisa was between boyfriends. Her last boyfriend, Cory, insisted on anal sex all the time. It was like, "What? My vagina isn't good enough?" At first, Lisa went along with it. After all, she didn't want anyone calling her a prude. But then she got worried that the guy was going to stretch out her butt hole, and besides, maybe he was gay.
So, she ditched him.
"Patty's coming?" Lisa asked.
Lisa paced nervously around behind the counter, feeling fidgety. Her boss was closing in on her . A lthough she hated this job, she needed it to buy make-up, clothes, and accessories.
Lisa had learned that a well-placed Maybelline’s scarf or a cheap pair of bright dangly earrings had the power to elevate a boring outfit into a semi-couture looking ensemble.
She also needed this lame job to save for plane
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