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Astra was so relieved when she was finally done with this woman’s hair and makeup. She rarely did house visits, but the lady was going to give her a good pay, so why not? Why not...because this woman was so picky, and refused half the looks she had suggested and was whining the whole time about this mysterious date wouldn’t like this or that, too much, not enough. 

Finally after three hours, she was satisfied, and just in time since this part was to start in a few minutes. “Here, hurry up and leave before the guests come in.” Astra rolled her eyes as she took the check but kept her smile up. A small thank you and she packed herself up. This was not her best work, but hey she did what the woman wanted. She heard the doorbell go off, and then the muffled woman’s voice coming up the stairs. It was so sickly sweet and obvious that it made the make up artist cringe as she grew closer to the stairs.

         Vivian had always been a courteous worker, making sure to say thank you for everyone’s hard work to make her photoshoots and runway shows possible. Even after being told by other models and even some of the people she was thanking to stop being such a ‘goody two shoes’, but they didn’t even know her and she wasn’t going to stop being polite, or have good work ethic because others didn’t and it bothered them. They and their assumptions about her could go right ahead and fuck off. 

          Today Vivian was working at a photoshoot of some big deal CEO back home, and she could see why they use his villa, it was gorgeous and the location was prime for photoshoots. When the session was over and everyone was packing it up, Vivian wanted to thank you to the homeowner for allowing them to take pictures and compliment on his beautiful place. The only three things she knew about Andros was that this was his villa, he was a CEO and his first name, but she did not know what he looked like, so she found herself asking and when they pointed him out to her she was, pleasantly surprised. 

From the day her parents got divorced, Brie avoided her father as much as possible. She focused on her own life, especially after dropping out of college to get a job, find a nice apartment and save money to travel as much as possible. Maybe her life wasn’t ideal, but to her it was; she was happy and that’s all that mattered. That is, until one day she got an unexpected call from her father.

The man begged her to come and see him at one bar he always hanged out at; he sounded desperate, needed someone to talk to and as much as she didn’t want to see him, because all of the problems he had with her mother were because of his gambling issues and that’s why she never had a real family to grow up in. Still, Brie agreed to come and meet him for a drink, but regretted it the moment she was there. He was all soppy of the old days, tried to play the emotional card, but Brie wasn’t buying it. In fact she was feeling so annoyed and wanted to leave the first moment she could; but half drink in and Brie began to feel dizzy; her head was spinning and got up, excusing herself to the bathroom. Little did she know that her own father spiked her the drink, maybe even a bit too much because she didn’t even make it to the bathroom before starting to collapse and the old man caught her in his arms.

As Brie started coming to her senses, she couldn’t open her eyes still just yet; but she heard her father’s voice loud and clear. Her legs felt numb still but he was holding her up, dragging her towards something. “I told you she is a pretty one.”he said to someone, making her brows furrowed and slowly open them up. It took her a few good blinks to clear the vision; but Brie had no idea where she was; nor who the men in front of her were. They seemed dangerous, and one of them was eyeing her up from head to toe. “Dad… dad, what’s happening?”Brie asked as her head rolled to the side and over to look at him as he shushed her.

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Hermione was just ‘finishing up’ cleaning the main parlor when she heard the car pull up the drive. The sound of the engine shut off, the sound of the horn as it beeped, telling her he’d locked it and was on his way up the walk to the manor home. Her hair was falling around her shoulders still, and her little outfit left little to the imagination, but then again, that was how it was meant to be. She was his live-in maid, of course; she made sure his home remained spotless, orderly; prepared his meals and made sure his food was to perfection; always ensured everything was done absolutely perfectly, because that was just the kind of woman she was. 

But Hermione was also more than that to her ‘employer’, as her short little outfit demonstrated. It wasn’t exactly the most conservative by any means, and while she was still able to clean and do her regular duties as his maid, the outfit allowed Hermione to fulfill her... other duties more easily. 

While Lara didn’t exactly care for the lifestyle that her late parents had tried to thrust her into, she’d be putting on too much of a front if she didn’t admit, at least to herself, that there were certain advantages that her own, independent wealth had granted her. Such as access to this remote, island resort, location and existence only known to select members of the apparent elite. Lara of course being one of them. And while she normally turned down offers to give it a chance due to her attention and focus being elsewhere, her schedule was mostly empty, and she was going to be roughly in the same area anyway, so she figured why not finally take them up on it? See if there was any actual excitement to be held there?

The Brit made her way out of one of the large pools that they had to offer, clad in a tight, silver thong bikini with a high cut. Always was the show off, she was. And if you looked like Lara Croft, why wouldn’t you show it off? Picking up her towel on the way without so much as an outside glance, she strode her way to a nearby bar that had been set up in the off chance they were needed. There were a few of these scattered about she’d found. Must be raking it in. 

“Sex on the beach, and make it snappy.” she instructed the bartender, drying herself off ever so slightly and taking a seat on one of the stools.