LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton


Chapter 1


A cool breeze cut shyly through the hot midmorning overcast of Los 
Angeles smog and gently bristled through the bamboo curtain shading the 
half-open window of the shabby beach cottage. The girl sprawled lazily 
on her stomach over the bedcovers absently sipping away at a mug of 
lukewarm coffee and puffing at the short butt of the filtered 
cigarette.

She stared through the bamboo slits with mild disinterest, observing 
the passing scene of summer people, brightly clad in scant bikinis and 
straw bonnets, making their way to the sandy beach area, a few blocks 
down the street. Already the hot sun had warmed the asphalt to such a 
degree that they delicately quickened their steps against the tickling 
heat and rapidly made their way down to the soft sand in brisk paces.

She reached over to the bedstand and placed the half-empty mug on the 
scarred wood, not bothering to place a protective covering under it, 
then turned over on her back and propped her hands beneath her head. 
Stretching her firm youthful legs to their fullest length, she glanced 
down at her softly tanned body, now bursting forth from the flimsy 
silken material of her robe. The creamy spheres of her upraised breasts 
contrasted in stark whiteness against the tanned flesh surrounding 
them, accentuating their full voluptuousness with seductive appeal. She 
ran her long tapered fingers over the curve of her small waist and onto 
the full expanse of her generously full thighs, pleased with the beauty 
of her body, and at the same time frustrated that she had not yet been 
able to acquire a modeling job to prove her talent.

Not wanting the familiar depression to take hold of her, she got up 
quickly from the bed and made her way into the small bathroom, turning 
on the cold water to its fullest pressure and splashing it freely over 
her hot face and throat. She loaded her toothbrush with a mint-flavored 
paste and brushed vigorously at the small, even white teeth beneath her 
bud-shaped lips, trying to get rid of the bitter aftertaste the coffee 
had left in her mouth. Just over the sink, a paneled mirror reflected 
the tired look in her eyes and the expression of sheer misery on her 
face. She had never felt so frustrated before in her life. When she had 
made the final decision to leave home, and the restrictions her parents 
had placed on her, she had been sure that her youthful beauty would 
guarantee her swift success in the modeling world of Hollywood. If it 
had not been for her savings, now almost gone, and her roommate 
Jennifer's generosity, she would have been forced to return home months 
ago.

Patricia wrinkled her nose and dabbed her mouth with Kleenex, thinking 
that she was indeed lucky to have met Jennifer when she did and that 
there was still time to break into the modeling scene if she applied a 
concentrated effort with the more popular agencies in downtown 
Hollywood.


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