<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen and Dressing Room</strong><br/>            (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br/><br/><em>“Well, thank you very much Ms. Rivers.  But I'd rather leave one under their door so as to not have it lost by accident.........At any rate, I could just wait around here for them to wake up.  You seem to be a bit of an early riser, Ms. Rivers.  Commendable, says something of your work ethic, and I like that in models.  So do many photographers, please don't lose that quality.” </em>Courtney smiled at the man as she slowly picked at a small piece of bread.  His arrogance was almost sweet in a very pretentious way.  Like he knew he was acting arrogant, but he almost wanted to apologize for it.  "Thank you, I try my best, but like most people, I am lazy.  It's a struggle every day."  She grinned.<em>“Might I ask what you specialize in?  I like to keep things fresh in my mind just in case something inspires me to create art with a particular model.</em>Just as he asked her, Katherine stepped into the kitchen,<em>"Good morning,"</em>was all she said as she walked over to the sink and drew a long glass of water.<br/><br/>Looking back at the man before her, she considered his question carefully.  "I've done all sorts of stuff from regular commercial work to more rough underground scene.  I usually do artful softcore, but my tastes are as varied as the photographers I have met.  I'm very picky about who I pose for and I've got to see your vision and like what I see before I'll pose for anyone.  It's a bit of a pet peeve I have.  I've had a few bad experiences that have taught me better.  By the way, that's Katherine Jones, I'm not sure what room the other Catherine is in."<br/><br/><em>"Ah that's better."</em>Katherine seemed to say more to herself that to the other people in the kitchen.  Courtney giggled a bit to herself as Katherine finished the glass of water off with the pomp and circumstance of her seven year old niece finishing a glass of milk.  Then she promptly sat down at the table and tore sharply into a red apple.  The crack of the skin echoed from the walls.<em>"Have you gotten your assignment yet?"</em>she asked after she had devoured most of the piece of apple she bit off.  "Yeah!"  Courtney giggled visually, her mouth turning into a semi-toothy grin.  "The buyer called Dorian last night while I was up in his studio last night.  It was quite an amusing conversation, but should be an interesting shoot.  I think you're about to get yours."  She said as she nodded towards the man in the suit who'd been standing by the door.<br/><br/>Having helped the man in the suit who had failed to introduce himself and Katherine get in touch with each other, Courtney walked out of the kitchen and walked into the changing room in back of the mail room.  I was a large room with a number of vanities on each wall with lights and stools.  Each vanity had an assortment of makeups, and other sundry items a model might need to make herself up for a shoot.<br/><br/>Happy to be the only one in the room, Courtney stripped off her sweatpants and tshirt and admired herself in the full length mirror on the back wall.  Wanting to make sure there weren't any blemishes or unsightly bruises that needed to be covered.  Satisfied with things, she sat down at the vanity and applied a simple covering of makeup.  A light layer of blueish grey eye liner to bring out the natural strength of her eyes, along with a very small bit of mascara to accentuate her lashes.  A dark ruby red lip stick carefully applied to every curve of her lips gave them an amazing contrast to her skin.  A light dusting of blush on her cheeks and her forehead brought out a little more color than usual, she wasn't entirely sure it would be needed with Dorian's style of vision, but looking good for a shoot was necessary.  She pulled her hair out of its pony tail and ran the blow dryer through, smiling as the natural free curl of her hair combined with being in a wet pony tail gave her hair a bit of a natural bounce.<br/><br/>She chose a red and black leather corset from the rack of costumes and fit it tightly to her body, allowing the soft lace top to accentuate but not crush her breasts.  The tops of her breasts pushed up, giving her a pronounced cleavage.  Next a pair of red thong underwear and black garters with black mesh stockings running up her smooth trim legs.  Finally she chose a shiny pair of black six inch heel calf high leather boots with zippers up each side.  She wasn't sure what kind of image Mr Driscoll had in mind, but she would dress in her way and let him adjust her look once he saw her.  Turning in the mirror to check and make sure verything was in place, she grabbed a robe from the clothing rack to cover her costume and headed to the elevator.<br/><br/>