- Marisha, beautiful, help me dear! - With these words Lyudmila flew into the archival office of the financial department. The girl opened her affectionate always wide and innocently charming eyes looking at her blankly. - Our model did not come. Everything is ready for the shooting: a photographer, make-up artists, advertisers ... equipment was brought over, the authorities were here. Tomorrow the photo will go to print, the photographer will be paid for the triple payment for urgency ... and this pancake ... bitch took and got sick ... Help out, put it on, pay you. Good money by the way.

- In terms of... ? A-aa ... And what should I do that?

- Yes, I say to pose. We need to advertise. Tomorrow photo in print to pass for the booklet. And our model took and got sick. And even if I had warned, I didn’t even call.

- So listen, I do not know how ...

“All you can do,” Lyudmila interrupted her — there’s no special need there. Photographer will tell. Do you have a face, a figure - what is not a fashion model? Well help out, please, darling! - she even folded her palms on her chest, as if she was praying for Marina.

Marina was confused. Coming to practice, a student who looked younger than her 20 years was still quite a girl and was in no way ready for such tasks. Fetching papers in the archive, covers, daddies ... and here it is. On the other hand, with all her innate modesty and strict upbringing, she had long realized that nature had endowed her with her very appearance, which is considered the standard of a model type — medium height, slim, without a single extra kilogram, perfect features, blond curly hair below shoulders.

- And tell me more in detail what exactly is needed from me?

- Our products for the catalog to advertise?

- What kind of products?

- Underwear. I do not know what. Shirt like some. Advertisers will show everything.

- Nooo. You what? Underwear. Not. Lyudmila Alekseevna, this is not for me.

- Marish, yes there is nothing like that. There is a regular shirt. Choose What is more decent, that sits well. Do not be shy. There is a way and a photographer girl.

- Yes, I can not. I do not like to take a picture, but here is half-naked ... Well, no

- Marin, do you understand that they will fire me? Yesterday, the general flew to Russia. In the morning I have to report to him. Personally. Do you understand the level?

- Well, take someone else - now the girl begged his mentor for mercy.

- You know that there is no one. For 20 minutes I will not bring anyone here. Help out, dear. I do not forget.

- What is the booklet? Who will see him?

- Yes, he will be in stores, maybe on the site. Few will see him. And the payment is good, you won’t earn so much in six months.

- And when shooting, who will see me?

- No one! Only a photographer. The girl is great, good. We have been working with her for a long time. She will tell you everything. Professional. Let's go to. - To prevent further resistance, Lyudmila took the girl by the elbow and pulled her slightly towards the door. Marina didn’t even have to give her consent. She only silently obeyed her boss.

Lyudmila Alekseevna brought Marina to a special studio, located on the floor below, and with the words that in a minute she would return, she passed into the hands of two women, whose duties, as Marina realized, were to do her hair and make-up. I must say that the process brought Marina a lot of pleasure. Both masters were real pros, and the girl liked to look at the transformation of her already sweet face. For this pleasant occupation at some moment she completely forgot about the absence of Lyudmila Alekseevna. And she remembered only when she was brought an outfit in which she should pose. White nightgown, for all its attractiveness, was beyond admissible frankness. Short, mid-thigh, spacious with a deep neckline, it was almost transparent.Made very beautiful, soft soft-touch material, elegant straps - everything was all harmonious, even the not so beloved Marina rhinestones successfully fit into the lowest points of the cut-out in the hollow between the breasts. But the breasts themselves at the same time appeared on a universal review. It was still possible to put up with a deep cleavage, but the completely transparent fabric could not cover the girl’s chest. Shorts were attached to the shirt. Of the same white color and equally elegant, they were no less frank. The narrow strip could not hide the priests, and the transparent front only emphasized the charm of the most cherished folds of the girl's body. Only the lack of readiness for such a turn and the still absence of Lyudmila Sergeyevna, who started it all, did not allow Marina to stop what was happening at the very first moment.

Already sitting in the fitting room, for some reason, still pulling off the blouse, under which a simple bra remained, the girl in despair hurriedly sorted through the words, what better way and who should be told that there could be no such kind of photography. Not that, by virtue of her upbringing, she was more likely by nature to know herself to be very modest, even sometimes shy. Various life situations only confirmed this assessment. Her friends, all modest educated girls, were nevertheless much more relaxed. Marina, always shy to expose his body. A beautiful, graceful body is the envy of women and the sweet dream of men. It was all the more surprising that she perfectly understood how beautiful and elegant her figure was. For 20 years, only one person managed to master her. But even to him she never allowed to consider her nudity. They made love only when the lights were off, in the classic pose and without unnecessary liberties. Remembering for a split second those few intimate events of her life, the girl even slightly winced: “Damn, I came here. It’s me who has managed ... "

- Marin, why are you digging ... - Olga, from the advertising department, broke into the fitting room and cut off the sentence in mid-sentence - “You haven’t even dressed!” What are you sitting then? Only everyone is waiting for you !!!

- Olga ... I do not ... I can not ... - only Marina could utter, automatically covering her chest with her hand in her bra.

- What?

- Olga, understand, I can not. I was told that everything will be modest ... and here ...

- Yes, are you kidding or what? You bl ... What are you building here! I will, I will not ... Then I mean, I will not ... princess bl ... - she barely restrained - why are you making us all idiots ?! Fifa pancake! I right now will insert your Luda. Come on quickly! 3 minutes maximum.

- Lyudmila Alekseevna nothing to do with!

"Damn ... damn ... what the hell? ..." Marina realized that she was about to cry. "You can not, damn it, the mascara will spread." Having somehow restrained herself, not realizing what was happening, the girl began to pull off the remnants of clothes. Wearing a shirt and shorts, whether from shame, but rather from the fact that they had just shouted at her, she did not even look in the mirror. Leaning out of the fitting room, she saw that one of the women who did the makeup was in the room the whole time.

- Should I go out?

- Yes, yes, come on.

- Give me at least something to hide in order to walk.

- So ... keep that robe. Let me take a look at you first.

Having examined, and here and there powdered, the woman said:

- Come down - and so too late - come on come, beauty!

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Marina went to the studio.

Music came from the room equipped for the photo studio. The pleasant melody seemed familiar at the same time, but also somehow incomprehensible. Inside, there were four of them: Olga, two men, who were spinning around lighting devices, and a young woman. Apparently, Lyudmila Alekseevna her and had in mind, speaking of the photographer.

- Here, this is Marina, - pointing to her, Olga turned to the photographer - excuse me, the girl is not experienced. But you know, force majeure.

- Well. Will be working. Tanya - the photographer introduced herself and smiled. However, the smile seemed to Marina naigra. “Not only are they forced to do this, everyone is still unhappy.”

- And I was told that no one else would be in the studio - Marina looked at the two men.

- The guys are leaving now. Guys, finish, then I'll ruin myself.

- We leave.

Without further ado guys ...