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CHAPTER TWO

I MET CINDY IN AUGUST WHILE I WAS ASSISTING A PHOTOGRAPHER with a fashion shoot. The glimpse I caught of her through the dressing room door had started an obsession. And I hadn't even seen her more than a few seconds, since it wasn't considered nice to peek at the models in their underwear. Later, after the shoot, I got up the nerve to talk to her.

Cindy was just getting started with her career, but she was so sexy. She wasn't one of the "cute" models; she was beautiful and elegant. And she was far from being an "air head," too. (The models I've met have all been quite smart, contrary to popular opinion.)

I was immediately taken with Cindy and followed her around like a puppy for weeks. I got into nearly every shoot she was on, and when I didn't, I'd wait for her outside. In no time at all, I fell helplessly in love with her.

Cindy was friendly to me and appreciated the company of someone her own age. I'd hoped for more, but unfortunately I could tell her feelings for me stopped at friendship.

I BLAMED HER FOR THE ODD SITUATION I FOUND MYSELF IN. BUT perhaps there was some weakness in me that had encouraged her. All I knew was that our unusual relationship hadn't come about all at once. Step by step I had become enthralled by Cindy's self-assured personality and her outrageous beauty.

I never complained when she ordered me around, although in retrospect maybe I should have. At first, she'd just ask me to do little things for her, though. These little things soon grew into picking up her laundry for her or going to get her stuff from the deli.

She was the kind of beautiful girl people always did things for. So confident and feminine. Even the other models respected Cindy somehow, and often I'd notice one of them scurrying off to get her something. So I didn't think her ordering me around a little was any big deal.

As fall came to Manhattan, I began helping Cindy around her apartment just to be in her company.

"You can come over this afternoon," she'd say if I called her on a Saturday morning, "but I'll be busy cleaning. I hope you don't mind if I put you to work while we talk. I'm going out tonight and I have to get organized.”

MAID IN FORM "A" 13 I'd tell her I didn't mind, since I loved seeing her and talking with her. Of course, within ten minutes of walking through her door she'd have me vacuuming or cleaning up her kitchen. She'd always be doing housework herself when I arrived, but it was never long before she'd suddenly be polishing her nails or talking to her girlfriends on the phone. I'd be left to finish the cleaning while she was busy doing something else.

Cindy was ingenious at tricking me into things, too. One Saturday after I'd already vacuumed and straightened up her living room, she strolled out of her bedroom in a short little robe that barely covered her butt. She had her hands up behind her head and a bobby pin in her mouth, pinning her hair up.

"I'm so nervous about this party tonight. I'd love to take a hot bath to relax. Could you do me a favor and do the dishes in the sink -please?" she asked with both her voice and her amazing eyes.

"Sure, Cindy, go ahead. It's O.K." I said, getting myself in deeper.

As she turned to go into her bathroom, she yelled over her shoulder, "and go ahead and let yourself out when you're done, O.K.? I really have to get ready to go out soongive me a call next week, though, O.K.? Thanks a lot for the help."

I remember standing in the kitchen doing the dishes as I heard her in her bath talking and laughing on her cordless phone! "This is foolish," I thought. I was more mad at myself than at her, though. But I knew Cindy wasn't totally blameless. She'd been beautiful all her life, (and a little spoiled because of it) and was well aware of her power over

me.

I became totally obsessed with her. Cindy was all I thought about; all I talked about; all I dreamed about. I wasn't working regularly and my finances got out of control. Suddenly, I was having a hard time paying my rent. Meanwhile, Cindy's modeling career was soaring and she was beginning to make tons of money. She even began looking at apartments to buy big apartments on the Upper East Side!

And then something happened that I think started the whole peculiar situation rolling. One afternoon when I was hanging out at her apartment, I opened one of her dresser drawers and looked at all her sexy little panties and lacy bras. They were all so pretty! I picked up a few of the colorful things and ran my hands over the smooth silk. I'd never really had the urge