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   The Makeup Artist

   by Stephanie Rose

   (A sexy makeup artist loves her celebrity clients.)

   ~~~

   Chapter 7: Alicia Keys models in Miami.

   ~~~

   It was so good to be back home in Miami.

   I stepped into my condo in South Beach's famed ICON Building and
breathed a heavy sigh of relief.  What started as a one-day job in Las
Vegas turned into over a week, and it was one of the most enjoyable weeks
I'd had.

   Doing makeup for Christina Milian, Amerie and Nicole Scherzinger turned
out to be some of the most incredible days of my life.  I had a wonderful
time hanging out with three of the most beautiful and most recognized Black
starlets in the business, but I was pretty exhausted from working and
needed a bit of rest.

   After the doorman took my luggage to the bedroom, I bid him goodbye with
a generous tip.

   Still holding a stack of letters that I'd gathered from the front desk,
I went into the kitchen for a tall glass of apple juice.  Sipping the
sweet, cool liquid, I went out to my spacious balcony to read the mail and
enjoy the peace and serenity of the Miami sunset.

   Since working in Miami with Gabrielle Union, I discovered that I really
loved this city.  As such, after only a short period of time, I decided to
relocate here.  Thankfully, I'd earned enough from that job and others, to
start looking for a permanent home in the Magic City.

   However, for convenience, I decided to lease a condo until I found the
perfect place to live.  After careful research and negotiation, the ICON
Building was the perfect choice.  The breathtaking view of the Miami
skyline sold me immediately.

   In addition, tonight, just as when I first moved in, a grand mix of
colors danced across the skyline.  I loved the cool blues, hot pinks and
vibrant oranges that wafted across the sky.  I heard the gentle roar of the
ocean and smelled the tang of the salt water in the air.  I took a deep
breath and relaxed, ever so grateful to be home.

   Settling into my plush lounge chair on the balcony, I flipped lazily
through the envelopes in my lap.

   Then I saw it: The correspondence I'd been waiting on.

   It was in a brightly-colored pink envelope, a definite representation of
the wild personality who sent it.

   Excitedly, I ripped it open, anxious to see what decision had been made.
I swiftly read the bright pink stationery.

   "Yessss!" I shouted.  "I'm in!  Heyyyyy!"

   ~~~

   Señora Françesca Torres was a world-renowned makeup artist based right
here in Miami.  Her works of art, usually beautiful African-American models
and celebrities, were prominently displayed in fashion magazines throughout
the world.

   Her Afro-Cuban roots were clearly evident in her appearance.  Her long,
curly, reddish-brown hair, wild and tousled, her smooth and creamy soft
olive skin, her rapid-fire speech and her seductive Cuban accent were all
unmistakable clues to her rich heritage.

   She was also a true beauty.  She was statuesque; standing a full six
feet in height yet was extremely shapely.  Her curvy, hourglass figure was
an absolute dream.  She had full, round breasts that sloped into a taut
stomach and thick, sultry hips.

   Señora Torres was known for her makeup artistry.  No one else that I'd
modeled myself after had such a passion for the beauty of women of color.

   I first studied Señora Torres back in high school.  In fact, her work
was one of the main reasons why I picked this profession.  Her
understanding of ethnic skin, particularly darker skin tones, really
resonated with me.

   According to the letter I now held in my hands, I was chosen to
participate in one of her exclusive makeup artistry training sessions.  Not
only that, the event would serve as a soft launch of her new cosmetics
line, Spanish Rose.

   I'd gotten the invitation to attend over a month ago and was ecstatic
that a solo artist as new as I was had even been invited.  I immediately
submitted my RSVP along with my payment and waited expectantly for an
answer.  Her classes were only held twice a year, and they filled up
immediately.  However, I could now rejoice because I'd actually gotten in.

   This exclusive class was for one day only.  The class would meet this
Thursday, with a three-hour session in the morning, a break for lunch and
then a three-hour session in the afternoon.

   Since it was already Monday evening, I only had a couple of days to
prepare.  Since I had been out of town longer than expected, my mind
swirled with a list of all the tasks I had to complete before the class.

   First I had meetings scheduled on Wednesday with my lawyer and my
accountant about the recent work I'd done as well as my upcoming projects.
To be fully prepared, I'd have to organize and make copies of all of the
contracts for the work I'd done in Vegas.  Then I'd have to sort through
and copy all of my receipts.  Finally, I'd have to print out the production
notes I'd made on my upcoming book and DVD series, along with the sample
pages and packaging designs.

   I also had a number of other tasks to complete.  I had to clean and dry
my brushes, replace all of the product I was low on, clean and organize my
makeup case, update my portfolio with all of my Vegas pictures, brush up on
a few techniques...

   Just then, I heard the light chime of my cell phone.  Picking it up, I
smiled.  It was a text message from Fran, who I'd met a few weeks ago on
the Gabrielle Union shoot.  She was checking to see if I was back in town
and if I was, did I want to hang out.

   I grinned as I pictured the petite, brown beauty.  I licked my lips at
the thought of her tasty, wet pussy.

   Work could wait until tomorrow.

   ~~~

   Thursday morning, I found myself seated in an elaborate hotel conference
room.  The Shore Club was one of South Beach's most luxurious properties,
and I was extremely excited to be there.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen.  Thank you so much for coming today." A sexy,
honey-brown woman addressed the small group of us seated in the room.  "My
name is Kayla Donovan, and I'm Señora Torres' assistant.  Welcome to her
class.  Thank you so much for coming!"

   She beamed at our applause.  "She'll begin the class at 9am sharp. 
Until then, please feel free to mingle amongst yourselves.  Also, please
enjoy the refreshments in the back of the room.  Thank you."

   I looked around, pleased to see all the people present.  There were
about twenty of us seated in the spacious conference room.  As we walked
in, at the far end of the room, a large stage had been constructed, and a
large mirror sat at its rear.  Also on the stage sat a podium with a
microphone attached to it.

   The front of the stage was connected to a long runway that led down the
middle of the room and into the audience.

   Also, two large video screens were set up on either side of the stage. I
noticed a number of camera operators setting up the cables and checking the
video, audio and lighting equipment.

   In the room, to the right, were three long tables.  On each table were
several individual makeup cases.  Each case was open and brimming with
various beauty products.

   The rest of the room consisted of several rows of chairs along with two
refreshment tables at the back, providing us with a light, continental
breakfast.

   After Kayla's welcome speech, I rose to grab a bite to eat.  Filling my
plate with fresh fruit and a couple of hot, flaky croissants, I chatted
briefly with some of the other participants.  I found that most of them
were as excited as I was to finally have a chance to learn the art of
professional makeup application from Señora Torres.

   A few minutes later, I glanced at the clock.  It was just before nine.
As I took my seat, Kayla walked up and sat next to me.  I was immediately
enchanted with her bright smile.

   "Hi.  Nikii Clarke?"

   "Yes?" I couldn't help but smile at the gorgeous creature.

   She extended her hand.  "Hi.  I'm Kayla Donovan.  Señora Torres wanted
me to welcome you personally.  We've seen your work.  You're pretty amazing
to be such a new artist."

   Kayla had a warm and inviting smile that put me instantly at ease.  Her
jet-black hair fell in wild ringlets that complemented her rich,
honey-brown skin.  The soft spirals caressed her face, framing her
almond-shaped eyes perfectly.  Her cute, pert nose and smooth skin made me
smile, but I decided to focus back on her full, juicy lips.

   As we shook hands, touching her smooth and silky brown skin gave me a
delicious shiver.

   "Well, thanks for the invitation," I said.  "As soon as I got it, I
filled it out and sent it back immediately!" We both laughed.  "I wasn't
sure if I'd gotten in, but I'm definitely glad I'm here now."

   She shook her head.  "Oh no.  You were fine.  Rose Grandon from Essence
magazine gave us your name.  Constance Sharpe called us too.  They both
said you have natural talent." Her voice lowered.  "Actually, I heard you
were fantastic on the Gabrielle Union shoot."

   I flashed back to my conversation with Rose in the Las Vegas airport. 
That's what she was talking about?  She'd referred me for this class?  I
grinned, pleased at my good luck.

   However, I paused for a moment.  Rose was only commenting on my makeup
skills, right?  She couldn't have known about "my other skills," could she?

   Then Kayla eyed me up and down and winked at me.

   Wait.  Did Gabrielle tell Rose about me?  Did Fran?  I sighed and shook
my head.  If one more person spilled my personal teaJust then, I heard the
first few bars of a popular Latin song come through the speakers.

   Kayla jumped up.  "Uh oh.  I have to go.  We're ready to get started. 
It was nice meeting you.  I'll talk to you later," she said as she hurried
toward the stage.

   A few moments later, the entire room darkened.  The Latin music grew
louder, and a forceful guitar solo pulsated from the speakers.  All of a
sudden, wafts of smoke rose from the back of the room.

   I turned toward the back just in time to see the doors fly open.

   Then two by two, twenty of the most incredibly beautiful women of color
emerged through the doors.  Each woman carried an elaborate hand-held fan,
made out of hot-pink ostrich feathers, and waved it wildly.  Their
complexions ranged from the lightest golden brown to the richest expresso.
The slender and svelte models were as gorgeous and regal as the lush and
curvy ones.

   Each model wore a hot-pink cropped halter top and matching tap pants. 
Gold sequins trimmed the silky material.  Each wore gold high-heeled shoes
that were at least four inches in height.  Their makeup was flawless, and
each woman's hair was styled beautifully.

   Their procession continued up the middle of the aisle all the way to the
runway.  Walking up the length of the runway, the ladies continued
strutting toward the stage.  Once they all hit the stage, they gracefully
fluttered across and took various positions on the raised platform.

   Finally, in unison with the musical crescendo, a wildly dressed figure
entered from the doors and strutted down to the middle of the runway.

   Señora Françesca Torres, in all her glory, seemed to glide straight up
the runway to the stage.

   Her long, curly reddish-brown hair was wild and tousled as usual.  She
wore a vibrant orange sundress that fit every luscious curve on her body.
Her full breasts, nearly bursting out, were accentuated with a bit of
delicate, orange lace trim on the bodice of the dress.  Several antique
gold bangles adorned her slender wrists, and four-inch stilettos decorated
her tiny feet.

   Grabbing the microphone, her voice boomed.  "Señors, Señoras y
Señoritas! Bienvenido!  Welcome!"

   A burst of applause erupted around the room.  I, too, was caught up,
clapping wildly.

   She continued.  "Gracias!  Gracias!  Me llamo...  Françesca Torres!  And
today I am going to teach you about...beauty!" Her hand extended upward
into a grand gesture.

   We began clapping again, caught up in the festive atmosphere.

   She threw her head back and laughed heartily.  The grand spectacle was
mesmerizing.

   She extended her hand, with a grand flourish, toward the young models on
the stage.  "And please welcome mi Rose Petals!" We clapped wildly as the
lovely ladies took a bow.

   Señora Torres continued her introduction in a delicious blend of English
and Spanish.  She quickly regaled us with tales of the photo shoots she'd
done and the celebrities she'd worked on.

   Then she paused.  "Enough about me.  Let's get on with the class! 
Primero, I need a volunteer."

   She looked around the room.  "You!  You there in the red!  Señorita! 
Bella!"

   Huh?  I looked around.  Me?

   "Yes, you!" Françesca waved me up.  "Let's hear it for the pretty lady
in red!"

   I heard the wild applause as I tentatively rose to my feet and made my
way up to the stage.  I relaxed, however, once I saw my reflection in the
large mirror behind the stage.

   Thankfully, I knew I looked great.  I wore a scarlet red short-sleeved
wrap dress, cinched tightly around my slender waist.  The soft jersey
material swung freely, and the hem fell just at my mid-thigh.  I was also
grateful that I wore my secret weapon: A pair of black patent leather
peep-toe pumps.  The extra inches of height not only gave me a more regal
look but also made my calves look fantastic.

   "Sit here, Chica," Señora Torres said as a member of the hotel staff
placed a chair in the middle of the stage.  "¿Como se llama usted?  What is
your name?"

   "Nikii.  Nikii Clarke."

   "Señorita Clarke!  Welcome!"

   She addressed the group.  "I'm introducing my new line of makeup, and
Señorita Clarke is my model today.  The line is called Spanish Rose by
Françesca Torres.  Each of you will receive a sample of the line to use
throughout the duration of the class, and it will be yours to keep." She
paused.  "Now, I shall work my magic on this Bella Chica!"

   I sat perfectly still as she quickly removed my makeup with one of her
new products.  The rose fragrances swirled and tickled my nose
delightfully. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

   "Ahhh, Señorita Clarke likes it," she teased.

   All I could do was blush.

   Then she quickly blended a set of marvelous golds and soft browns and
deftly added them to my eyes, cheeks and lips.  I noticed that while she
held the brushes, her pinky finger kept brushing against the side of my
face, stroking it gently.  I hoped that it was on purpose, and I hoped that
no one else noticed.

   After only a few minutes, she stepped back.  "He lo aqu'!  Here it is!"
she exclaimed.

   The audience oohed and ahhed at my transformation.

   She handed me a small mirror.  When I looked at my reflection, I gasped.
The change was incredibly dramatic.  I instantly looked more sophisticated
and more polished.  Now I knew I had skills, but this woman was truly an
artist.

   "You like?" she whispered.

   "It's wonderful."

   "Gracias, Señorita Clarke.  You can take your seat.  Adiós Bella Chica!
Everyone, give her a round of applause for being such a good sport and such
a beautiful model!"

   As I went back to my seat, Kayla came to the microphone and announced a
short break.

   Quickly, and seemingly out of nowhere, the hotel staff entered and
changed the setup of the room.  In the middle of the room, just at the foot
of the runway, they arranged twenty chairs into a tight circle.  Outside of
that circle, they placed another twenty chairs in a slightly larger circle.
The double circle of chairs took up most of the center of the room.

   Once everything was ready, the real program began.  First, Kayla
instructed us to take a makeup case filled with Señora Torres' beauty
products from the tables located on the right side of the room.  Then we
were directed to take seats in the outer circle of chairs.

   At that point, Señora Torres announced "Here come your models!"

   At that moment, the twenty "Rose Petals" reappeared from the back of the
room.  Kayla informed us that the models had been pre-assigned to us by a
number on the back of our makeup cases.  Turning mine around, I chuckled. I
had lucky number seven.

   Just then, an incredible 5'9" beauty strolled over to me.  "I have
number seven.  Are you mine?" she said saucily.

   She shouldn't play with me like that.

   "Yes," I said.  "I'm Nikii.  Nikii Clarke."

   "Yes.  I know who you are.  I'm Dayanna.  Dayanna Lewis." Her skin, the
color of rich milk chocolate, absolutely gleamed.  Her long, dark hair lay
sleek and straight down her back.

   Dayanna's curvy figure was neatly dressed in a gold silk top and a pair
of fitted white pants that clung to her lusciously full hips and thighs. 
As I admired the chocolate beauty, her fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I
immediately recognized her scent as the latest offering from a mega
popstar.

   Then Kayla instructed our models to take a seat in the inner circle of
chairs, and turn them around so that the models sat directly in front of
us. Once everyone was situated, Señora Torres began the instruction.

   ~~~

   Over two hours later, I was impressed with how much I'd learned.

   Dayanna looked gorgeous in the new makeup I applied to her pretty face.
Her soft, brown skin glowed with the satiny browns, regal coppers and rich
golds I applied to her eyes.  I also used a soft berry blush on her high
cheekbones and a matching lipstick on her full, kissable lips.

   Señora Torres was a patient instructor, walking around and giving
private instruction and tips to each of the participants.  And every time
she instructed me personally, she rested her soft hands on my shoulders,
squeezing them gently.

   Once the morning session was done, Señora Torres called for the lunch
break.  "And make sure you come back after lunch!" she announced.  "I have
a special surprise at the end of our class!"

   Suddenly famished, I remembered that there was an upscale restaurant on
the first floor.  As I was about to leave, Señora Torres and Kayla stopped
me to chat for a moment.  I quickly grabbed my newly updated photo book and
let them flip through it.  Both of them were impressed with my work,
especially with what I'd just done in Las Vegas.

   Señora Torres fawned over my work.  "Muy buena, Señorita Clarke.  I'm
very, very impressed.  I look forward to working with you in the future."

   "Gracias Señora Torres," I beamed.  "I've loved every minute so far."

   "Well, we've taken up enough of your time.  Enjoy your lunch, Bella
Chica!" she replied.  She and Kayla left with a wave.

   As I headed downstairs, I heard a light voice call my name.

   "Nikii?"

   I turned.  It was Dayanna.  My heart pounded at her exquisite beauty.

   "Hey girl!" she beamed.

   "Hey Dayanna."

   "You did an awesome job on my makeup.  I love it a lot."

   "Thanks."

   "Hey, are you busy?  Want to have lunch together?"

   Just like that?  "Sure."

   Ten minutes later, Dayanna and I were seated at the bar in the Shore
Club waiting for a table.  In that short span of time, I learned that she
was originally from Indianapolis and that she'd been modeling for a little
over four years.

   Finally, the Ma"tre d' came over and showed us to our table.  As I
walked behind her, I watched Dayanna's full, plump ass wiggle in front of
me.  I smiled as I imagined my lips and tongue licking and caressing her
soft, dark skin.

   Once we were seated, it only took a few minutes for the waiter to come
and take our orders.  As he scurried away, she leaned in and looked me
straight in the eye.

   "Nikii, I'm not really hungry," she confessed.  "Or at least not for
food."

   She grabbed my hand.  "Are you game for some fun?"

   I nodded.  She was moving fast, but I was definitely game.

   She motioned for the waiter.  "Excuse me, sir?  Please send our order up
to Room 507.  Thanks!"

   I was floored.  "You have a room here?"

   She winked.  "Sure do.  I was flown in last night to model for Señora
Torres.  Come with me."

   We raced up to her suite.  We barely got into the room before she pulled
my hand and dragged me to the bed.  As we lay down, she grabbed the back of
my neck, pulled me toward her and kissed me violently.  Her tongue went
deep into my mouth, and I began to tremble.

   Loving her extreme passion, I needed to see her naked body.  "Get
undressed," I moaned.

   Just then, there was a knock at the door.  Dayanna jumped up, opened the
door for the waiter and impatiently hurried him inside.  Once he set up our
meal, she quickly ushered him out.  Then she quickly slid back onto the
bed.

   She ripped off her clothes until she was completely nude and reached for
me.  She slid her hand underneath my wrap dress and went straight for my
panties.

   As her fingers slid inside and hit my clit, I grabbed the tie on my wrap
dress and yanked it unloose.  Underneath, I wore a gold bra and panty set,
complete with a matching garter belt.  She slid off my undergarments and
marveled at my body.

   "Nice, baby.  Very nice," she whispered in my ear, nipping my sensitive
skin.

   She reached up and grabbed a black velvet bag from atop the nightstand.
She slowly removed a black harness with a long, black dildo attached.  My
pussy jumped at the sight of the dark intruder.

   "I saw that," she said.  "Why did you jump?  Is it because you haven't
been fucked in a while?" she teased.

   I drew in my breath sharply and shook my head.  It'd been ages since I'd
been dicked down.

   "Good," she said as she strapped up.  "Now lie back, and take this
fucking like a good little girl."

   Her aggressiveness set me on fire as I obeyed her command.  I spread my
legs wide as she leaned into my pussy and took a long lick.  I trembled at
the ticklish sensation.  She licked harder, savoring every drop, until I
nearly erupted right then and there.

   Then she slowly crawled up the bed until she was hovering right over me.
She lowered her body just until we were barely touching, with the tip of
her dick right at the entrance of my wet slit.  She teased me, slipping it
in an inch, and then out.  She repeated the movements as I bucked my hips
toward her, trying to get her stiff cock inside.

   She kept up the taunting until I cried out.  Then suddenly, she impaled
me.

   "Oh fuck me," I screamed.

   She slid her arms around me and took me fully.  I wrapped my legs
tightly around her waist as she bucked against me, her dick driving faster
and harder into me.

   I wrapped my arms around her tightly, and I felt the sweat on her back
as she pounded me senseless.  Tears slipped out of the corner of my eyes
when I realized it had been way too long since I'd been fucked.

   Though I loved and preferred oral play, there were times when I needed
the discipline of a good stiff pounding.  This turned out to be one of
those times.

   I lie there helplessly as her hips thrust against me, her dick plunging
into me at a rapid pace.  Beads of sweat dripped from my body as her rhythm
increased.  Her stiff, black dick inched closer and closer to my G-spot.

   "Deeper, baby," I moaned.  "Deeper!"

   She plunged even harder as she kissed and sucked my neck.  Then I looked
deep into her eyes.  The raw passion that was reflected there upped the
intensity even more.  Suddenly overwhelmed, I rained kisses all over her
face as she continued her assault on my pussy.

   My body tensed, and I arched into her, reading myself for the explosive
climax that was just heartbeats away.  She leaned down as she continued
stroking me and drew my stiff nipple into her mouth.

   "Dayanna!" I shrieked.  "Oh God, Dayanna!" I hunkered against her as she
continued ravishing my body.

   Suddenly she hit my sweet spot, and I went insane.  "Oh my God!" I
screamed.  I literally saw stars as I exploded.  I cried out, sure the
entire hotel could hear me.  I rode the delicious waves of ecstasy, needing
and wanting every bit of the immense pleasure she was giving me.

   She continued her delicious thrusting until I could only lie there, limp
and exhausted.  Finally she slowed down and eventually stopped.  I lie
there panting as she slowly pulled out.

   "You're so sweet," she whispered as she licked my neck.  "Such a good
girl!"

   Then I remembered who I was and what my talents were.  Not to be
outdone, I was determined to turn this sweet bitch out.  "Now your turn," I
said as I unhooked her harness.  "You'd better be ready for this tongue
lashing you're about to get."

   Her eyes widened as I flipped her onto her back.  She opened her mouth
to speak, but I stopped her.

   "Hush," I said.  "You want to be in control?  Well, your time has
passed. Now you're gonna lie back, and take it!" I pressed my lips to hers,
putting a halt to any of her protests.  Soon, she gave up and surrendered
to my passionate kisses.

   Relinquishing control, she lay there open for me.  I moved my mouth and
tongue lower and nipped at her neck.  As I did so, I grabbed her breasts
and pushed them together.  Then I bent my head and licked from one nipple
to the other as she squirmed on the bed.

   After teasing her, I licked lower and lower, teasing the soft skin
underneath her breasts, then on to her stomach.  Finally, I spread her legs
and took a long lick of her heated pussy.  Her sweet taste lingered on my
eager tongue.  Delighted, I licked again.

   "Oh yes," she sighed.  "Yes, Nikii!  Yes!"

   I slurped the sweet juices from her pussy as fast as I could.  Knowing
she was already close, I wanted to bring her off as quickly as I could. 
Grabbing her hips to hold her steady, I licked hard and fast.

   "Oh, oh, oh!" she screamed.  "Oh God, yessss!" Her words turned into
whimpers and moans as her passion sent her body into overload.

   Quickly, I slid two fingers deep inside her pussy and pressed upward.

   "Fuck me, Nikii!  Fuck me!" she cried.  Her hips wriggled around so much
that I could barely hang on.

   I felt her legs twitch and shake and I knew that she was almost over the
edge.  I pumped my fingers harder as I sped up my tongue strokes.

   Suddenly, she was there.  "Fuck!  I'm cumming!  Oh God!  Now!"

   Pure, sweet, sugary liquid flowed from her core onto my fingers, lips
and tongue.  I slurped up every drop.

   "Ohhhh," she sighed as her passion ebbed.  She pulled me up and wrapped
her arms around me, her body still trembling.  "God that was great!  I
loved it!"

   I kissed her gently on the lips.  Then I kissed her again.  "So did I,
honey.  So did I."

   ~~~

   "Welcome back from lunch, everyone!" Señora Torres announced.  She had
changed from the orange sundress into a sky blue flowy top, black leggings
and black sandals.  "Let's continue with the class."

   I was still trembling at Dayanna's manhandling of me, but I struggled to
get back to work.

   The Rose Petals came out in black silk robes, tightly knotted at the
waist and black high-heeled shoes.  Once they were seated before us, Señora
Torres launched into another set of makeup tips and tricks that allowed us
to make the ladies look even lovelier than before.

   Before I knew it, another hour had passed.  I was impressed at my newly
found skill due to Señora Torres' expert instruction.  Over the course of
the hour, I experimented on Dayanna's rich brown skin with pinks, purples,
browns and even a bit of vibrant orange.  I enjoyed applying the beautiful
makeup to Dayanna and each look I gave her looked ravishing.

   Before long, Señora Torres called us all to attention.  "Now for the
final two hours," she announced, "we're going to learn something special."
She took a dramatic pause as she looked around the room.  "Today, I will
teach you the art of...body painting!"

   My eyes widened.  I was truly in heaven.  Actually touching such
beautiful bodies?  Was she serious?

   Just then, each of the Rose Petals stood and undid their robes. 
Slipping them off, every single model wore a hot pink bikini swimsuit. 
Exquisite crystal beading outlined each piece.  My heart fluttered when I
noticed that Dayanna's large breasts threatened to spill over the cups of
her bra.  The shiny crystal beads sparkled against her smooth, dark skin.

   "Many times as makeup artists, you'll be called to do something more
dramatic than normal makeup application," Señora Torres said.  "After
today, you'll be able to command greater fees and greater respect with
these body painting and body artistry techniques in your repertoire."

   Señora Torres moved next to one of the participants, picked up one of
the makeup cases she'd given us and held it up.  "Now those of you who are
new to body painting, please use the pack of stencils I've developed that's
been included in your makeup kit.  Those of you who are more comfortable
with drawing freehand may do so instead."

   She set the makeup case down and moved back into the center of our
circle.  "First, we're going to start with drawing simple circles.  Take
the gold shadow in the two-ounce pot and start with the face.  Use brush
number two and start with the model's right cheek first.  Everyone watch
me."

   She dipped the flat brush in the gold shadow and with the flick of her
wrist, drew a tiny circle on her model's bare skin.  One of the camera
operators zoomed in on her work, which popped up on the large screens.

   Señora Torres stood back and looked at us.  "Now you try.  And draw
different sizes of circles.  Varying the size gives you more options.  Make
them as large and as small as you can."

   Dayanna winked at me as I carefully outlined a small circle on her
cheek. In that instant, my mind flashed back on her fucking me into
oblivion.  I shook my head to clear the image and, my hands trembling, I
filled in the tiny gold sphere with two swirls of my brush.

   Señora Torres then moved on to other easy symbols, such as triangles,
squares and rectangles.  We all practiced the techniques on the beautiful
models, giggling at the cute designs.

   "Now, all of the models, please stand," Señora Torres said.  "We're
going to try some body art."

   When the models stood, I nearly passed out at their nearly nude,
gorgeous brown figures.

   "Now, let's try a heart." Señora Torres dipped her brush into the red
shadow and outlined a heart on her model's stomach.

   Once Dayanna stood, I copied Señora Torres' movement and drew a heart on
Dayanna's firm stomach.  She giggled at the ticklish sensation of my
brushstrokes as I smiled at the sexy brand I'd just placed on her.

   "Ok.  Let's try something more complicated," Señora Torres instructed.
"Try a diamond.  Just use the triangle technique that I showed you earlier
and add another one to make a diamond.  Then fill it in.  And this time,
use the silver shadow.  Then use the white shadow as an accent."

   Within a few seconds, Dayanna's chocolate skin had a brilliantly painted
diamond.

   "Now let's do squiggles," Señora Torres announced.  "Now, drawing a
bunch of squiggles does sound a bit childlike, but just wait.  Squiggles
are the basis of many other shapes, such as elaborate dragons and serpents.
Now you try."

   I followed her instructions and played on Dayanna's skin.  She giggled
as I swirled the brush over her skin.

   "Now, let's wipe off all of the makeup and try a few more techniques."
Señora Torres grabbed her brush again.  "For the final hour, we'll just
freestyle some designs.  Treating the face and body like a blank canvas is
my favorite technique.  Just do some freehand art on your living canvas,"
she smiled.

   "Yes, Nikii," Dayanna whispered.  "Feel free to use my body any way you
like!"

   She needn't tease me like that.  Especially not now.

   "And remember," Señora Torres added, "every one of your makeup designs
can be accented with crystals, beads, glitter, feathers and other
materials. Just use standard eyelash glue to affix such accessories to the
body."

   Dayanna was a great sport as I decorated her face and body with the most
avant-garde designs and images.

   As the time wound down, Señora Torres was kind enough to let us take
pictures of our own designs.  Thankfully, my digital cameral always
traveled with me since, whenever possible, I took photos of my own work. 
Though I always got copies of the pictures from my clients, I liked to keep
my own collection of my artistry.

   Dayanna was gracious enough to not only give me permission to photograph
her, but she even signed one of my quick and dirty release forms.  Her
signed release allowed me to use the pictures commercially as long as I
gave her reasonable compensation.

   Soon Señora Torres called us all to attention.  "Thank you so much for
your participation.  Now we'll take one more intermission.  Please take a
few moments to gather your belongings and pack up your equipment.  Also, be
sure to check the inside of your makeup kit to find an evaluation form. 
Please fill it out and leave it in the basket on the side table.  When we
come back...we'll have the grand finale!"

   As we all packed up our equipment, I thanked Dayanna with a warm hug. 
"Thank you so much!  You were the best model here." I pulled back and
looked directly into her eyes.  "Actually, you were one of the best ever,"
I whispered.

   She smiled and gently touched my cheek.  "You're very talented, Nikii,"
she winked.  "I wish you the best of luck." Then she scurried to the back
to prepare for the finale.

   The hotel staff came back into the room and removed the double circles
of chairs.  They also cleaned up the loose makeup that had fallen on the
chairs and to the floor, straightened up the room and made everything nice
and neat again.

   A few moments later, once everyone was settled, the room darkened and
Señora Torres walked out to the front of the stage.  "Ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you again for your participation.  Please sit back, relax and enjoy
the ride!"

   Suddenly, wafts of gray smoke surrounded her ankles.  All at once, the
smoke became very thick and engulfed her completely.  After only a minute,
the smoke dissipated and Señora Torres had seemingly vanished into thin
air. We all clapped and cheered loudly.

   As up-tempo Latin music boomed through the speakers, we were treated to
an elaborate fashion show with the Rose Petals.  Each of the women wore a
beautifully designed outfit, and each had impeccable makeup.  I clapped
wildly at all of the stunning models.

   All too soon, the fashion show looked as if it were ending.  As the
models took their final pass across the stage and down the runway, a hooded
figure was last in line.  The person was cloaked in a long, dramatic, black
satin cape.

   The figure twirled and spun in the center of the stage.  Finally, with a
grand gesture, the figure threw back the hood.

   My breath caught.

   Right in front of us, stood the amazingly talented Alicia Keys.

   Alicia Keys, one of the greatest songstresses of our time, was
absolutely stunning.  Her hair, jet black and shiny, fell in beautiful
waves that fanned her face and draped over her shoulders.

   Dark red glitter had been applied to her eyelids, and her lips were
decorated with a crimson-red lipstick.  Her smooth, light skin was simply
flawless.

   Then she unsnapped the front of her cape and I gasped.

   Alicia wore a sparkly crimson dress, draped off one shoulder, that
gently skimmed her ankles.  The brilliantly sequined material looked
radiant against her smooth skin.

   She pranced across the stage, as dramatic as I'd ever seen her.  We all
went crazy, clapping and cheering for the Grammy-winning singer and
musician.

   As Alicia took her final bow, the twenty Rose Petals gathered around her
on the stage.  Señora Torres then appeared and took Alicia's hand.  Both
women took a grand bow.

   Señora Torres spoke into her microphone.  "Ladies and gentlemen! 
Presenting Ms.  Alicia Keys!" We again went wild with applause.

   Alicia took another bow and one of the Rose Petals, a light brown
beauty, handed Alicia a microphone.  "Thank you so much!" she said.  "I
want all of you to know that I love and appreciate all the support you've
given me over the years."

   Then she turned to Señora Torres.  "This woman, Señora Torres, means so
much to me.  Not only does she make ethnic women more beautiful and more
elegant, she's also a philanthropist and a humanitarian.  She donates to
numerous charities all over the world.  Señora Torres truly is a special
individual."

   "We have one last surprise for all of you," Señora Torres announced as
one of the Rose Petals brought a small fishbowl to the stage.  "Each of
your pre-assigned numbers has been entered into a raffle for tonight's
grand prize."

   Grand prize?  I didn't see or hear anything about a grand prize.

   Señora Torres paused for dramatic effect.  "Two lucky winners selected
tonight will win...dinner tonight...with myself and Alicia Keys!"

   I almost fell out of my chair.  I was number seven.  Would I get lucky
tonight?

   Reaching into the bowl, Señora Torres pulled out a small piece of paper.
"The first lucky winner is...number fifteen!  Number fifteen!"

   A shriek rang out across the room.  An older woman ran up to the stage
and hugged both Señora Torres and Alicia.  The pretty woman whispered in
Señora Torres' ear.

   Señora Torres embraced the woman again, then spoke into her microphone.
"Congratulations to Emily Stewart!  Everyone, let's hear it for Emily!"

   After our applause died down, Señora Torres reached into the bowl again.
"And now for the final winner.  The second person who will join me and
Alicia Keys for dinner tonight is..."

   My hands clenched and my heart pounded.  Seven.  Seven.  Please call
number seven!

   Señora Torres paused.  "The winner is...number four!  Number four!" A
young man leapt out of his chair and ran up to the stage.  We clapped as he
hugged Alicia and Señora Torres.

   Then he whispered in Señora Torres' ear.  "Everyone," she announced,
"let's hear it for Aaron!"

   Damn.  I'd have loved to join them.  Wistfully, I wished both Emily and
Aaron a silent congratulations.

   Señora Torres said her final thanks and goodbyes and wished us well in
our careers.  She and Alicia linked arm-in-arm and left the stage, with the
Rose Petals close behind.  Dayanna waved at me as she followed the
procession off the stage.  Smiling, I waved back.  She had been simply
fantastic.

   The program regrettably over, I carefully collected my belongings as I
rose to leave.  Holding my old makeup case in my hand, while tucking the
new case underneath my arm, caused a dilemma.  Trying to balance both
cases, my purse and my backpack was proving to be a challenge.

   "Need some help?"

   I looked around.  Kayla reached from behind me and grabbed one of the
cases.  "I got it," she smiled.  "Don't worry."

   She set the case down in one of the chairs next to us.  "Why don't we
sit for a moment?"

   We both sat down.  Then she smiled at me.

   "So how are you?" she asked.

   "Oh, I'm fine.  I got to play in makeup all day," I smiled.  "The real
question is how are you?  You must be worn out!"

   "A little," she laughed.  "But I'm good.  Well, almost.  I am
exhausted!"

   "Oh, you poor thing!" I said.  "Well for what it's worth, you all did a
fantastic job.  I loved everything!"

   "Thanks!  That means a lot.  So now that class is over, are you free, or
do you have plans tonight?"

   "No, no plans.  Well, nothing except going home to chill."

   "Well," she said, "would you like to come to dinner with us?  The
restaurant's just within walking distance, and we have a private room
reserved for all of us."

   I frowned.  "But I didn't win the drawing..."

   Kayla chuckled.  "Did you really think you weren't coming?  You're the
newest star in this business!" She looked me up and down.  "Señora Torres
and I have so much to teach you..." she trailed off as she lightly pinched
my thigh.  "And Alicia does too."

   Then she paused.  "You think you're ready for all of us?"

   I grinned.

   She had no idea.

   ~~~

   Dinner with Alicia and Señora Torres was wonderful.

   We all met at a swank restaurant located right on South Beach.  Though
we were seated in a VIP room on the second floor, the room had a large
picture window with a wonderful view of the Atlantic Ocean.  The sun was
beginning to set, and the sky was filled with a wonderful blend of colors.

   I was pleased to see that several members of Alicia's team joined us. 
Alicia's manager, Troy Ross, and her hair stylist, Vance Jordan were both
incredibly handsome men; each tall and regal with rich, brown skin.

   Alicia's personal assistant, Robin Hill, was a lush and curvy beauty
with a dazzling white smile.  I also met Alicia's lead stylist Shannon
Kingston.  Shannon, a stunning, tall beauty with blonde streaks in her
auburn hair, surprised me with her equally stunning Australian accent.

   Everyone was very friendly and engaging, especially Alicia.  She
entertained us with stories of her recent pilgrimage to Egypt.  I was
enthralled listening to her passionately describe the natural beauty of the
great pyramids.  Hearing her describe the majestic stonework and seeing the
excited gleam in her eyes made me excited about taking such a trip myself.

   Soon we finished our meal, and I thanked everyone for their
graciousness.

   As I was leaving, Kayla stopped me again.  "Nikii, I've really enjoyed
your company.  We all did.  A small group of us are going to Señora Torres'
studio.  Would you like to come?"

   "I'd love to come.  I wouldn't miss it."

   "The studio's here in South Beach, right off Collins Avenue at 16th."

   "Oh, yeah.  I heard her studio was in that area.  What's the address?"

   As she spoke, I typed the address into my new iPhone.  Plotting out the
directions, I told Kayla I'd see them shortly.

   Ten minutes later, I pulled up in front of a small, yet elegant
storefront.  As I parked and walked in, Shannon was in the front room. 
"Nikii Baby!" she exclaimed, her clipped Australian accent in full effect.
"Glad you could make it."

   "I am too," I smiled.  "Y'all are really fun to hang around."

   "Yeah.  All of us `ave been together for years.  Five at least."

   "I'm jealous."

   "Don't be.  It's a lot of work.  Hardly any free time a'all."

   Shannon and I stood there chatting for a few more moments when I heard
someone call my name

   "Hey Nikii!" Vance called out to me as he walked toward us with Alicia
in tow.

   He was just about to ask me something when, at that same moment, Señora
Torres came out of the back with a tray of drinks.  "Ok everyone.  Grab a
glass for a toast."

   "Champagne?  How nice," I smiled as I took a glass.  "Thanks!"

   As I admired the ripe strawberry at the bottom of my champagne glass, I
looked over to see several trays of fresh fruit on a table near the back of
the room.  Pineapple slices, strawberries and cherries lay on glass
platters on the elaborately dressed table.

   As I looked at the fruit, a wicked thought of my tryst with Amerie in
Las Vegas raced through my mind.  The thought of her soft, nude body and my
head between her legs made me blush.

   "E'rything alright, mate?" Shannon asked.

   "Huh?  Yeah, I'm fine.  I was just..."

   Thankfully Señora Torres began to speak.  "Everyone?  I propose a toast.
Here's to Alicia and her wonderful team.  May her upcoming album give them
all the success in the world!  Cheers!"

   We all clinked glasses and I took a sip of the cool liquid.  Absolutely
delicious.

   Señora Torres continued.  "Please help yourselves to the light dessert
I've prepared for you.  There's plenty of food and drink, so enjoy!"

   As we all mingled, I started chatting with Alicia's manager Troy.  He
and I were getting along great.  He impressed me with all the events he'd
scheduled for Alicia lately, and he made me laugh with stories of some of
their less than professional moments.

   As we joked, I noticed that Alicia was at the other end of the room with
Señora Torres, Kayla, Shannon, Robin and Vance.

   Breaking away from her group, Alicia walked over to Troy and I.  She
wrapped one arm around him and the other around me.  Then she leaned her
head on my shoulder.  "Hey Nikii!  How are you?"

   Her soft skin touching mine sent electric shocks through me.  "I'm
great. You?"

   "I'm good.  Listen.  I've really liked your work today.  And I've heard
so much about you," she winked.

   I shook my head.  This was too much.

   Alicia continued.  "I'm on my way to New York.  I have a busy day
scheduled tomorrow.  First, I'm shooting a feature for Ebony magazine. 
Then I'm doing promotion for my new album.  After that, I have some charity
events.  Finally, I'm attending the premiere for my new movie.  Señora
Torres is coming along to be my makeup artist.  Now Kayla's coming with
her, but she's going to need another assistant.  Are you interested?"

   I nearly said yes right on the spot.  Thankfully, Troy was standing
right there, so we negotiated as a threesome.  As we ironed out the
details, I found out that there would be several events that I could style
Alicia for.  We ultimately agreed upon a killer fee that would set me up
for quite a while.

   Alicia perked up.  "Great!  That settles it.  You're officially mine for
the next two days!" I grinned as Alicia winked and hugged me tight.

   ~~~

   "Ladies and gentlemen, we're preparing for takeoff." The friendly voice
booming from the speakers set me at ease.  Flying always made me a bit
nervous, but the comfort of Alicia's chartered flight on a private jet was
hard to ignore.

   The interior of the spacious, luxurious plane was unlike any other I'd
ever seen.  No expense had been spared to make the jet lavish and elegant
yet still relaxed and comfortable.

   The entire front cabin was decorated solely in a soft cream color.  From
the plush leather seats, to the walls, to the overhead compartments, cream
was the dominant shade.

   Elaborate gold fixtures and polished wood grain trim also adorned the
cabin.  There was even an expensive hand-woven rug down the center aisle.

   As for the seating arrangements, the front of the cabin had five rows,
where each row had two plush seats on each side.  Toward the back of the
cabin were two couches, one on each side, each decorated with cream-colored
pillows.  A plasma screen TV, along with a DVD/CD player and the requisite
speakers, were installed in the wall console at the rear.

   Just behind the front cabin was a hot galley where one of the flight
attendants prepared a light snack for us.  At the very rear of the plane, I
was told, was a door that led to a private stateroom for Alicia.

   As I relaxed in a seat in one of the back rows of chairs, I again heard
the pilot's voice over the loudspeaker.

   "We are scheduled to arrive in New York City at approximately 11:30pm
Eastern Standard Time." After a few additional pre-flight instructions, we
were cleared for takeoff.

   Once we were in the air, everyone went to his or her own work:

   Alicia was in the back bedroom alone, resting.

   Troy sat near the cockpit while he worked in order to stay close to the
action.  As he worked, he scribbled notes onto a legal pad and made notes
into a mini recorder.

   Robin napped in her seat next to Kayla.

   However, I sat quietly, watching and taking notes as Vance, Shannon and
Señora Torres sat on the back couches and discussed Alicia's upcoming
schedule:
Once we landed late tonight and got to the hotel, Alicia would do three

nighttime radio interviews before going to bed.

   Then first thing in the morning, at 6:30am, she was to arrive at the
Ebony magazine shoot.  She'd take the photos while conducting a few
interviews in between.  When she was done, she had a break until about 3pm
when she'd head over to a local record store for an album signing.

   That afternoon, by 4pm, she would appear at a charity event.  Then at
4:30pm, she was off to a hospital to meet with children in the pediatric
ward.

   Back at the hotel by 5pm, we'd then style her for her evening events.

   At 7pm, she'd arrive on the red carpet for her new movie premiere.  Once
she left the premiere party at about midnight, since it would be Friday
night, she would make appearances at two or three clubs before the night
was done.

   Because Alicia wanted a stylish appearance for each of the events in her
busy day, Señora Torres had many ideas for Alicia's many looks.  She, Vance
and Shannon discussed all of Alicia's clothing changes and came up with a
master list of her looks.  Then they coordinated the hair and makeup that
she'd need.  I listened intently, making mental notes about what I had in
my own case and how it would fit into the overall job.

   The style meeting lasted for over an hour.  Once we were done, everyone
else went to his or her own work.  Wanting to be thorough, I checked the
notes I'd made and filled in the gaps.  Then I decided to settle in for a
quick nap.

   After about thirty minutes of relative silence, the intercom buzzed. 
The loud noise woke me from my slumber.  Then Alicia's sexy, husky voice
came over the speaker.  "Nikii, can you come back here for a second?"

   Still a bit groggy, I rose from my seat.  I felt the heat of everyone's
eyes on me as I walked to the back of the plane.  Though it made me
uncomfortable to have everyone staring at me, I was glad that Alicia wanted
to see me privately.

   When I got to the back, I knocked softly on the door.

   "Come in."

   When I walked in, I was greeted with the sight of Alicia sitting up in
bed.  She was lying on top of the comforter, wearing a black jacquard silk
robe.  Her wavy hair was down and softly skimmed her shoulders.  Continuing
my gaze downward, I grew warm when I saw flashes of her modest cleavage
peeking from underneath.  Then I admired her long, slender legs, amazed
that they looked so fantastic.

   She had several file folders stacked on the night table next to her and
one in her hand.  She wore a pair of dark-rimmed glasses, and I was struck
that she looked cute, sexy and studious all at the same time.

   As I walked in, Alicia looked up from her papers.  "Hey Nikii," she said
in that husky voice.  "Come.  Have a seat." Instead of directing me to the
chair across the room, she patted the space next to her on the bed.

   As I eased down beside her, she set the folder in her hand on top of the
others on the nightstand.  Then she turned and looked me up and down. 
"I've heard about you," she smiled.  "A few of your...um...clients have
been talking you up."

   I blushed, but I wasn't going to make a move unless I was sure.  "Well,
makeup is my life.  I love working with talented women."

   She gave me a wry smile.  "Yes, you're a great makeup artist.  One of
the best new talents I've seen.  But, girl, you know I'm not talking about
putting on blush and lipstick..." Then she placed her hand on my thigh and
squeezed gently.

   That was my cue.  I was going to go all out for this beautiful woman.

   Then I noticed a beautiful tea set on an antique silver tray.  It sat on
the nightstand at my side of the bed.

   She caught my glance.  "I need the tea for my throat.  Singing can be
murder on the vocal cords."

   As I looked more closely at the other items on the tray, I couldn't help
but laugh.

   She shot me a puzzled look.  "What's so funny?"

   "The honey," I said, gazing at the small squeeze bottle filled with the
sweet, sticky substance.  "You know, there are so many interesting things
that I could do with honey..."

   She laughed, her low voice sending delicious shivers all through me. 
"Do your thing, mama!"

   That was all I needed to hear.  I reached over and grabbed the tie on
her robe.  Then I looked up at her.  She winked.

   I pulled the tie ever so slowly.  Once undone, I reached out and gently
separated the silky folds of fabric.  I gasped at the beautiful sight I
uncovered.

   Alicia was completely nude underneath.  The expanse of her smooth
buttermilk skin lit a fire in me.  Her warm, soft breasts looked delicious,
capped with stiff dark brown nipples.  Her sexy, curvy hips gently flared
into her silky, smooth thighs.  I looked lower to see a tiny swipe of soft,
dark hair covering the honey mound between her legs.

   "Take off your clothes," she ordered.

   Thankfully, before the flight, I had time to run back to my apartment to
pack and change clothes.  As such, I now wore a simple black and white
nylon tracksuit along with white sneakers.

   I rose from the bed, quickly unzipped the jacket and threw it off.  Next
went my white tank top.  Then as I kicked off my shoes and socks, I slid
the track pants down too.  With only a soft-pink bra and panties covering
my body, I crawled back on the bed next to her.

   Alicia reached over and around me and unfastened my bra.  As the
material fell away, her hands covered my breasts and caressed them gently.
She used her slim fingers to tease my hardened peaks.

   Then she bent her head and sucked my nipple deep into her mouth.  I
sighed at the intense pleasure.  She licked and kissed my full breasts
until I cried out in ecstasy.

   Needing to taste her, I moved forward until my lips touched hers. 
Closing my eyes, I kissed her softly at first, then increasing the
intensity as my passion rose.

   She slid her hands into my panties as I kissed from her neck to her
lips. I trembled as I felt her fingers teasing my clit.  I moaned into her
neck as she rubbed and stroked my most intimate spot.

   After endless moments of pleasuring each other, I pulled away, reaching
for the bottle of honey.  I twist it open, turned it over and held it
dangerously above her breasts.

   "Do it, Nikii," she whispered.

   I hesitated for a second, teasing her.  Then I squeezed the bottle
gently and watched a stream of golden sweetness flow from the spout onto
her buttermilk skin.  I bent my head down to her erect nipple and drew it
into my mouth.

   "Mmmmm," I moaned as I sucked the peak deeply.  The sugary taste nearly
made me come undone.  I swirled my tongue all in the honeyed concoction.

   "Ohhhh!  Oh, that feels so good," she said as she squirmed on the bed.
"More, Nikii!  More!"

   I grabbed both of her breasts and licked between them.  I licked and
sucked all over the soft skin as I manipulated her globes in my eager
hands. I groaned at the sweet taste and dove in for more.

   Finally, I released her breasts and licked lower and lower.  Taking the
honey again, I squeezed more of the thick liquid all over her stomach. 
Again, I buried my face in her softness and licked for all I was worth.

   As my mouth, lips and tongue worked together to bring her the utmost
joy, I used my hands to rub and stroke her body.

   "Ooooh Nikii.  Nikii baby!  Oh my God!" Her head twisted from side to
side on the pillow.  Then she slid her hands in my hair and steadied my
movements.  Her moans rang in my ears as I devoured her sweet flesh.  Then
she pushed my head lower and spread her legs wide.  "Please," she moaned.
"Please, baby?"

   I took the bottle one last time.  Squeezing gently, I released more of
the honey onto her inner thighs.  I admired the golden crisscrossed lines
for a moment.  Then I plunged right in.

   At the first touch of my tongue onto her wet pussy, her back arched off
the bed.  "Oh yes!" she cried.

   I licked the honey slowly, enjoying every bit.  I made soft, gentle
licks all over her pussy lips.  Avoiding her clit, I stroked up one side of
her pussy and down the other.  Her intimate fragrance wafted into my
nostrils, and it urged me on even more.

   I pulled back for a moment and admired her pinkness.  Her lips were open
like a delicate flower, complete with a tiny bud that beckoned to me.  I
used my hand to open her up even more.  Her pink gem glistened with her
excitement.

   "Nikii," she whined.  "Please don't make me wait!"

   Needing to satisfy this glorious angel, I made a gentle flick of my
tongue onto her pussy.  She writhed on the bed, arching toward me for more.
I flicked again.  And again.  Soon I was licking her clit furiously.  Her
sweet taste rolled over my tongue.

   "Oooooh!" she cried.  "Oh God!  Oh!  Oh!  Ohhhh!" She grasped my head
even tighter and ground her pussy into my mouth.

   More and more of her juices flowed onto my tongue.  For every drop I
consumed, another two were ready to take its place.  Her wetness increased
and flowed all over my lips and chin.  Loving the slipperiness, I swirled
my tongue faster and harder.

   She began to pant and heave as I felt her racing closer to her climax.
As I licked, her body twisted and turned, tangling the sheets.  I felt her
body tensing, and I knew she was close.

   Finally, I licked my index finger and slid it smoothly into her pussy.
She nearly leapt off the bed as I slid it in and out.

   "Oh Nikii," she shrieked as I slid in a second finger.  "I'm gonna cum!
Now!"

   I urged her on as I kept up the rapid pace of my fingers and tongue. 
"Do it, Alicia!  Right in my mouth!  Right on my tongue, baby!  Do it!"

   Suddenly I tasted a spurt of hot, sweet liquid.  The liquid increased as
she exploded into orgasmic ecstasy.  Her cries and moans were
uncontrollable as she rode out the waves of her intense climax.

   I kept up my movements until she finally released my head and let her
arms flail to her sides.

   "Oh baby," she panted.  "Damn, baby that was awesome!"

   She eventually calmed down but still struggled to catch her breath.  "Oh
my goodness!  That was wonderful." Her body continued to shake as she held
out her arms to me.  "Nikii, I'm so glad you're here."

   I fell into her arms as she hugged me tight.  Then she whispered in my
ear.  "I'm gonna want some more of that tonight before I go to bed!  And
some more tomorrow!"

   I grinned.  I most certainly could take care of her anytime she wanted.

   Then she yawned.  "But right now, I'm going to bed."

   "Then I'll catch up with you later," I winked.  "Sweet dreams!"

   I slipped out of the room and quietly made my way to the empty row
behind Shannon.  Thankfully, everyone was sleeping and no one noticed when
I sat down.

   I took my seat and, worn out, promptly fell asleep.

   ~~~

   All of a sudden, I felt something shaking me.

   "Nikii?  Nikii?"

   "Hmm?" I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Shannon sitting right
next to me.  When had she moved, and why hadn't I noticed?

   "Are you ok?" Shannon's accent and her hand on my knee sent a shiver
through me.

   "Yes, I'm fine." Groggy, I stretched my arms out to their full length.

   "We're about to land.  You should put your seatbelt on."

   "Oh, ok," I yawned.

   She looked at me for a long moment.  "Hard work?" she whispered.

   "Excuse me?"

   "I said, hard work, that one.  She's insatiable, `eh?"

   I just stared at her.  Certainly she couldn't beShe laughed.  "Nikii,
you really need to loosen up.  You'll have a much better time if you
relax."

   "Shannon-"

   "You certainly don't think you're the first piece, do you?" she snorted.
"Frankly, I'm surprised at your behavior.  I actually thought you were a
professional.  And to think I kinda liked you."

   I was taken aback at her forwardness.  "Shannon-"

   Just then, the pilot's voice came on over the intercom.  "Ladies and
gentlemen, we're preparing our final descent into JFK airport..."

   I shot an evil glare at Shannon as she went to take a seat in another
row.

   However, thoughts of Shannon faded as we began our descent into New
York.

   Once we landed, we were shuttled to the Waldorf Astoria hotel in
Manhattan.  The staff quickly and courteously checked us all in.  I was
originally scheduled to bunk with Kayla; however, remembering Alicia's
words, I decided to pay for a suite of my own.  Privacy was first and
foremost in my mind.

   A bit later, lying in my bed, I was too stressed out over Shannon's
comments to make my usual nighttime notes on my upcoming projects. 
However, I didn't want to be unprepared for the morning shoot, so I went
ahead and forced myself check the contents of my makeup case against my
notes from the style meeting.  As it turned out, I had all of the required
equipment, so I was all set for the morning.

   However, I was too outdone to make my notes on my own projects.  I was
still working on my upcoming book and DVD series, so I could have used the
time to make some progress, but I was still too frazzled.

   Needing a fun distraction, I grabbed my phone and sent a text to the one
person who knew me better than anyone:

   "Hey Sam!  I'm back in NYC.  Call me!"

   A little more relaxed, I settled back into the pile of plush pillows. 
Then my phone rang.

   "Hello?"

   "Nikii!"

   I sat up, excited.  "Hey Sam!  How are you, hon?"

   "I'm good.  You're back in town?"

   I paused.  "Yes.  I just snagged a job with Alicia Keys!"

   Silence.  Then: "Are you serious?  Oh my God!  That's great."

   "Yeah, thanks."

   "Well, when you get a chance, come see me.  How long are you in town? 
You need a place to stay?"

   I laughed.  "No, I'm good.  But, unfortunately, I'm leaving tomorrow
night.  Sorry."

   "Well come by if you can.  I know how your schedule is, so I won't trip.
But come see me if you can, ok?

   "Ok," I yawned.  "I'm going to get some sleep now.  We have an early day
tomorrow.  I just wanted to check in."

   "Well, I'm at the desk, so I gotta go too.  Call me.  Love you!"

   "Love you too." I smiled as I hung up and sank back into the pillows. 
Those words never sounded so good.

   ~~~

   My alarm clock went off at 4:30am.  Cutting it off, I basked in the warm
sunlight streaming into my suite.  However, still a bit groggy, I suddenly
realized that Alicia hadn't called me last night.  However, the small
consolation was that I was still a part of her styling team.  Plus, I was
making an outrageous fee, so I really couldn't be disappointed.  Maybe I'd
have my chance another time.

   I called Room Service for a quick meal of croissants and a fresh fruit
platter.  While waiting for it to arrive, I jumped in the shower. 
Lathering my soft, brown skin with a coconut body wash, I swished and
swirled the thick, fragrant suds all over my wet, naked body.

   After I finished and dried off, I padded around the room nude, going
straight to my luggage.  Thankfully, before the flight, I had a chance to
run back to my condo and quickly pack a couple of bags.

   I opened my garment bag and the perfect outfit was in front.

   I first took out the simple pair of tight jeans, a white top and a pair
of black ballet slippers.  However, needing to look a bit more
professional, I also chose a fitted, maroon corduroy jacket.

   Before I dressed, I went back into the bathroom to do my hair and
makeup. I first pulled my jet-black hair, which was rapidly growing past my
shoulders, into a cute ponytail.  I brushed the ponytail out and curled the
long strands into several large spirals.  I went light with my makeup, only
using a sable brown eyeshadow, jet-black mascara and a soft brown lipgloss.


   After I dressed, I went back into the main room and double-checked my
makeup case to make sure I had all of my equipment.  I also checked my
style notes from our meeting on the plane.

   Then there was a knock on the door.  My food arrived and I ate quickly.
It was almost 5:30am and I knew it would be time to leave soon.

   As if on queue, the hotel phone rang.  I quickly answered it.

   "Hello?"

   "Nikii?  Hi.  It's Robin.  How are you?"

   "Fine, thanks."

   "We're meeting downstairs in the lobby just before six.  Are you almost
ready?"

   "I sure am.  I'll meet you down there.  Thanks!" A few minutes later, I
grabbed my handbag and my makeup case and made my way downstairs.  I was
pleased to see that I was the first one there.  As everyone else trickled
down, we all mused about being a bit tired.

   When Alicia came down, we all perked up and were ready to go.

   She wore a cute, powder blue velour hoodie, the hood pulled up over her
head, and dark sunglasses.  She also wore a pair of low-rise cargo pants. I
grinned at the flash of her slender tummy that peeked from over the fitted
khaki material.  When she thought no one was looking, she winked at me.  I
winked back.

   Promptly at 6am, the cars came to the curb and we all filed outside.

   Señora Torres, Kayla and I loaded into a white cargo van on the way to
the Ebony shoot.  Shannon, Robin and Vance rode with us too.  Alicia and
Troy rode ahead of us in a jet-black Town Car.

   While in the car, Señora Torres told me that she'd allow me to do
Alicia's makeup for the day, but that she'd be right there to supervise. 
The fact that she trusted me that much made me ecstatic.

   We were shooting the Ebony cover at the Hiro Lounge nightclub in the
basement of Manhattan's Maritime Hotel.  After a short time, we arrived at
the hotel and then immediately started getting Alicia ready.  She was due
to start shooting by 8am.

   Alicia's first look was a racy, leopard print halter dress.  The deep
v-neck showed off her light brown cleavage.  As Shannon was making the
final alterations on the dress, Vance and I worked on her hair and makeup.
Vance first styled her hair in large, bouncy spiral curls.  Then he gently
brushed the crown back and secured it with a gold hairclip, letting the
back flow freely.  I used browns and golds on her eyes and a cute
reddish-gold lipstick.

   When she was ready, she let the photographer snap the photos while she
posed like a pro.  As always, I also snapped my own pictures for my
business portfolio.

   Her second look was a black, see-through shirtdress.  Black fishnet
stockings decorated her shapely legs.  Vance released her hairclip and left
her curly hair to swing freely.  I used more silvery eyeshadow and changed
her lipcolor to a brick red.  While we were styling her, she was on her
cell phone conducting two more interviews.  I was amazed at her ability to
focus on two important things at the same time.

   Once she was ready, she went back in front of the camera.  Again she
adopted perfect poses and came away with tens of usable frames.  I was
amazed at her versatility and secretly admired her ability to become a
chameleon in front of the camera.

   For the finale, Alicia was dressed in vintage scarlet red gown.  A
beaded band just below the bodice of the dress cinched her tiny waist. 
Vance combed out her curls until they became flowy, cascading waves.  I
added a rosy eyeshadow to her almond-shaped eyes, along with a touch of
glittery silver shadow on the inside corner of her eyes for a sexy accent.
I used a rich coral blush and matching lipcolor to complement the dramatic
dress.

   The photographer was again pleased with her performance as he directed
her though the final round of shots.  We all stood there enchanted by her
natural beauty.

   All too soon, however, the photo shoot was over.  Because our team was
so efficient, we finished the shoot at 1pm, giving us two hours before
Alicia's autograph signing.

   We thanked the Ebony staff, hugging everyone goodbye.  They promised to
email us the proofs of the shoot as soon as possible.  Then Alicia and the
rest of us went back up to the lobby of the hotel and waited for our cars.

   "Ok Alicia," Troy said.  "Your car's on its way.  We can go back to the
hotel, and you can chill out and have lunch before we get you ready for the
afternoon events."

   "You all go on back to the hotel, Troy," she said.  "I want to ride
around the city for a bit.  By myself.  Just to relax and unwind.  I
promise I'll be back before 2."

   When the cars arrived, the entire team started to pile into the cargo
van.  As I was getting in, Alicia grabbed my wrist.  "But not you, Nikii. I
want you to come with me."

   Again, I felt the eyes of everyone on me as her driver helped us into
her Town Car.  As soon as she got in, Alicia hit a button, and the dark,
glass partition rose, separating us from the driver.  Then she hit the
button for the intercom.  "Carlos?  Please wait until the cargo van pulls
off, then drive us around Manhattan until I give you the word."

   Once we were settled in, I happened to glance out the window as the
cargo van pulled out into the street in front of us.  As it passed by, I
swore I saw Shannon in the window glaring at us.  She had an evil grimace
on her face as they passed by.

   I knew she couldn't really see us through the Town Car's dark windows,
but I couldn't help but grin at her discomfort.  Take that, bitch.

   Thankfully, Alicia saw her too.  "Don't worry about Shannon, honey.  Now
she's a great stylist but as far as her lovemaking skills?  I had her two
or three times, but I haven't indulged since.  Quite frankly, she wasn't
that good." Then she grasped my chin in her soft hand.  "You, on the other
hand, are fantastic."

   As severe as that sounded, I was secretly elated.  But then I thought
for a moment.  "Wait.  Two or three times?"

   She blushed.  "Well, I had to make sure, didn't I?" Then she started
laughing and we dissolved into giggles.

   Then we chatted for a little while as we drove around the city.  Since
we'd both spent considerable time in New York, we showed each other our
favorite spots.

   After a short time, however, she began to get antsy.  "But for real,
Nikii.  We don't have much time.  So please?" she said as she sat back in
the plush seat and unbuttoned her pants.

   Suddenly desperate for more of her sweet juices, I knelt before her.  I
grabbed her pants and panties and in one fell swoop, yanked them off.

   I looked up and winked at her right before I buried my head deep into
her sugary sweetness.

   "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as my tongue went straight to her clit.  She
jumped as though an electric shock ran through her.  She moaned, and her
ass bounced and wiggled all over the leather cushion.  "Damn it, Nikii! 
That feels so good, honey!"

   My tongue strokes increased until I was furiously laving her sweet
pussy. Her juices were even sweeter than the day before and I loved every
drop.  I grabbed her hips, pulled her even closer and licked even harder.

   Teasing her, I wouldn't allow her to climax right away.  I alternated
slow and fast strokes, so I could keep her right on the edge.  In her
excitement, she grabbed my head and tried to make me move faster, but I
resisted.  As I licked and sucked, she grew more and more impatient.

   "Come on," she moaned.  "Hurry up!"

   I refused and slowed down my licks in defiance.  She groaned loudly and
I snickered.  I kept up the sweet torment until I knew she was about to go
mad.

   I spread her legs even wider and took long licks, from the bottom to the
top.  I even teased the dark rosebud underneath.  Finally, I inserted a
finger and pumped swiftly, searching for her G-spot.

   She cried out and humped even harder against my face.  "More, Nikii! 
More!  Don't stop!  I'm almost there!  Don't stop!"

   I pumped my finger faster and swirled my tongue harder against her clit.
Then she started shaking.  Gently at first but soon she began to tremble
violently.  "Ohhhhh!"

   I took a second finger and slid it deftly into her pussy.  I rotated my
wrist as I wiggled her clit with my tongue.

   That was all it took.

   "Nikii!" she screamed.  "Oh God, I'm cumming!"

   Her sweet liquid flowed copiously into my mouth until she fell limp.  As
she calmed down, I rose from my knees and sat next to her.

   She rested her head on my shoulder.  "You are fantastic.  Damn!" She
caressed my thigh.  "Now things are going to be extremely hectic later.  So
let me say goodbye to you now."

   She tilted her head up and kissed me on my neck.  I shivered as her lips
gently nipped and nibbled at my still-heated skin.  Then she moved up and
kissed me square on the lips.  "Thank you, baby.  For everything," she
whispered.

   I sighed, contented.  "Anytime, sweetie.  Anytime."

   ~~~

   Once we got back to the hotel, Alicia conducted a few phone interviews
with the local radio stations.  All the while, we styled her for her
autograph signing and the charity events.

   Once finished, we shuttled her off to her afternoon events.  When she
was done, we rode back to the hotel.  Because it was now 5pm, we
immediately started getting her ready for her movie premiere.

   We dressed her in a demure, cream-colored silk dress.  The floor-length,
fitted dress caressed her slender frame perfectly.  Vance styled her hair
into an elegant updo, and I used neutral makeup shades to allow her natural
beauty to shine through.

   As we worked, I smirked as I felt her hands secretly caress me.  Every
so often she'd rub my thigh or gently pinch me.  Her touch sent tingles
through me, and I struggled to keep my mind on the work at hand.

   Once we were done, we all went downstairs and loaded into our cars.  At
7pm sharp, we arrived at the premiere of Alicia's new film.  As she worked
the red carpet, I stood back behind the paparazzi, admiring her lean frame.
I swore I saw her wink at me.

   Just then, Troy came up to me.  "Well, I guess you're done, Nikii. 
Alicia's going to the nightclubs right after this and Señora Torres is
going to style her final look.  So, actually, you're done for the night. 
What's next for you?"

   "Thanks for everything, Troy" I said.  "Actually, I'm going try and
catch a late flight back to Miami.  What about you guys?"

   "We're flying out to Chicago.  Alicia's got a full set of events
scheduled for the weekend, and she's taping a segment for Oprah on Monday.
I wish I could take you with us, but we're using her regular makeup artist.
But I have an idea.  Let's all keep in touch.  There's definitely going to
be a lot more promotion for the movie and the album.  There'll even be a
world tour at some point next year.  Maybe we can make some room for you?"

   I was speechless.  The universe really loves me.

   Troy handed me a small envelope.  "At any rate, here's your check.  And
Alicia wanted me to give you a bonus." His eyebrow raised.  "It's a huge
one.  You must really be something!" he laughed.  "Anyway, I wish you the
best of luck in your career.  Oh, and you have copies of all the pictures,
right?"

   I nodded.  I made sure that each of the photographers had my email
address.  They were all so nice that they agreed to email me the proofs at
once.  In fact, I'd already downloaded them to my iPhone while we were just
in the van.

   Troy gave me another hug.  "Thanks again, Nikii!"

   As I was leaving, I half-heartedly waved at Shannon, but we refused to
say anything else to each other.

   Robin and Vance cracked me up as they hugged me goodbye.  I hoped I'd
see them soon.

   Before I headed to the airport, I said goodbye to Señora Torres and
Kayla.  Señora Torres handed me a small envelope.  "Here's a bonus for
being such a great assistant.  You took very good care of Alicia."

   I hugged her.  "Thank you so much.  Thanks for everything, Señora."

   She whispered in my ear.  "You're quite welcome.  I hope to see you back
in Miami, Chica.  There's so much more I could teach you..."

   All I could do was grin.

   ~~~

   "Ladies and gentlemen.  Flight 1502 to Miami, Florida will soon begin
boarding for our first-class passengers..."

   I sat in JFK airport absolutely amazed at the past twenty-four hours.  I
still couldn't believe that I got a chance to style the amazing Alicia Keys
during an incredibly hectic day of promotion for her new album and movie.

   Just then, my cell phone rang.  It was a New York exchange, but I didn't
recognize the number.

   "Hello?"

   "Hi there.  I'm looking for Nikii Clarke?"

   "This is she.  How can I help you?"

   "Good evening.  This is Amanda Stewart.  I'm looking for a makeup artist
and I hear that you're one of the best."

   I smiled at the soft, demure voice.  "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms.
Stewart.  Thanks for the compliment.  I appreciate it.  What services do
you need?"

   She explained that she needed a makeup artist for a photo shoot.  I
quickly explained my usual fee structure.  I charged a set rate to do
makeup for a standard one-hour photo shoot.  However, the fees increased
for more elaborate makeup, additional makeup changes, longer shoots and
additional travel.

   "I'm curious.  What projects are you working on now?" she asked.

   "If you have an email address, I can send you some pictures of the work
that I did today.  I'm in New York and I just styled Alicia Keys."

   She gave me the info and while balancing the cell phone in one ear, I
whipped out my laptop and typed a few keys.  "Ok, Ms.  Stewart.  You should
have those pictures, as well as a few others, shortly."

   We talked for a minute more and then I heard her gasp.  "Oh!  I just got
them.  This is great makeup application.  Wow!  I'm impressed." Her voice
rang sweetly in my ears.  "I'm in New York too.  What's your availability
in the next day or so?"

   We spoke for a minute longer as I answered her final questions.

   "Well, Nikii, it was nice talking with you.  I appreciate the
consultation.  Thank you so much for your help, and I look forward to
speaking with you soon."

   "I look forward to it, Ms.  Stewart.  Take care."

   I hung up, pretty satisfied.  It would be great to book another job
before I left the city.

   A few minutes later, my cell phone rang again.  Still a New York
exchange but a different number and still unfamiliar.

   "Hello?"

   A low, seductive female voice came on the line.  "Hi.  This is Malia. 
I'm a stylist for Kimora Lee Simmons.  I'm calling for Nikii Clarke.  How
are you tonight?"

   I was stunned.  Kimora Lee Simmons?  The clothing, jewelry and fragrance
mogul?  That Kimora?  Damn.  She was one of my absolute favorites.

   "Hi, this is Nikii and I'm fine, Malia.  Thank you for calling.  How can
I help you?"

   "Mrs.  Simmons has heard a lot about you, and she wanted to consult with
you.  She's looking for a makeup artist for an upcoming project, and we
wanted to check your rates."

   Malia quoted me a price that was nearly triple my normal rate.  "Is that
about how much you charge?" she asked.

   Though I was tempted to take the extra amount, my conscience made me
correct her.  "No, Malia.  That's more than my normal rate.  Let me
explain." I launched into the exact same fee structure I'd just explained
to the caller before and made sure to cover the extra fees for additional
services.  After I finished talking, I was silent.

   "Oh, I see," she said.  "Well, thank you for clearing that up for me.  I
just have a few more questions." We chatted for a few more minutes as I
made sure she had all the information she needed and that it was accurate.

   "Well thank you so much, Ms.  Clarke," Malia said.  "I'll relay this
information back to Mrs.  Simmons.  We'll definitely be in touch."

   Hanging up, I was amazed.  Two business calls in less than ten minutes?
Things were definitely picking up.

   About a minute later, my phone rang again.  This was getting fun.

   "Hello?"

   "Hello, Nikii?"

   "Yes?"

   "This is Kimora Lee Simmons.  My office called you a moment ago and got
a quote for your rates?"

   Kimora herself was on my phone?  This was almost too much.  "Yes.  I
spoke with Malia.  Do you have any other questions?  Did you get all the
information you need?"

   She paused for a moment.  "You gave me plenty of information.  As a
matter of fact, you gave Amanda Stewart the exact same information."

   Now I was confused.

   She must have read my silence.  "I was Amanda, honey.  I was just
testing you to see if you'd give two different rates to two very different
people.  And you passed.  Congratulations," she laughed.

   I sighed.  Things kept getting better and better.  "Ok," I laughed. 
"What happens now?"

   "Well, I'd love to meet with you.  You're in New York?"

   "Yes.  Actually, I'm at JFK Airport.  I was just about to leave for
Miami."

   "Well don't leave just yet.  Stay here in town.  Let's meet tomorrow at
my office at, say, 11am?  I'll have Malia text you the address and the
directions.  Here's her number just in case." I copied down Malia's phone
number on a pen and paper I'd dug out of my purse.

   "Thanks so much Mrs.  Simmons.  I'll see you tomorrow at 11am."

   "No, thank you, Nikii.  I appreciate your honesty.  I just hope your
work is as good."

   I chuckled.  She had no idea.

   My work would be good.  In fact, my work would be flawless.

   "Thanks again, Nikii," she said, bringing me out of my reverie.  "Oh,
and bring plenty of pics, ok?  Ok.  Ciao!"

   Hanging up my phone, I hurried to the ticket counter.  "I'd like to
change my flight please.  I'll be in New York for a few more days..."

   Life was definitely good.

   Definitely.



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