36 -TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "B"

"You're not going to show much, but I just want to make sure you don't have a shine. And I'm going to do up your eyes more. You'll be so out of focus that they'll have to be really striking so they don't just disappear."

I meekly said "O.K." in a tiny voice and she sort of pushed me over into the bathroom and turned on the light.

"Well, at least the light's good here," she said as she smiled at me in the mirror. "Can we get rid of the towel, please. It's O.K.; I swear I've seen it all before."

She took the towel from me and made a point of not really looking at me. I felt a little odd standing there in my bra and panties with a cute girl working on my make-up.

"You have nice eyes and pretty nice cheekbones," she said slowly as she worked. "Of course, in my work, all I ever see are nice eyes and great cheekbones!" she laughed.

In a moment it was over. She handed me the towel as I stood there and said, "O.K., all set. You can get dressed now," she looked at me straight on to snap me out of the haze I was in.

"I'll help you put on your dress so you won't get smudged, O.K.?"

She dropped my maid's dress over my head as I protected my eyes and lips as best I could. She zipped it up for me and asked if I needed any more help. I just shook my head "no" and she said they'd be all set in a few more minutes.

"Try not to be nervous. If anyone knows what he wants, it's Hans. And Cindy's so gorgeous, she'll pretty much be carrying it anyway. You're just the icing in the background, O.K.?"

"WHERE'S THE MAID?" I HEARD SOMEONE

CALL.

I'd stayed in my room, nervously tying and retying my apron. A half-hour had gone by with nothing happening, but I'd seen some flashes go off under the door, so I guess they were shooting something.

I came out and the make-up girl was there waiting for me. "I'm going to sort of walk you through and help you, Cissie," she said. "Let's go to the kitchen, O.K.?"

I think everyone could tell that I was kind of in shock, so they were all treating me gently like a frightened girl.

The make-up girl told me the first shot was of Cindy in her bed. She'd be a little mussed up, but still really pretty.

MAID IN FORM "B" -37 And she'd be looking at a magazine or newspaper while I was taking her breakfast tray away.

"I made some toast and stuff and ate some of it. All we need is a little orange juice or something; and the tray and plate and stuff. Can you help me?" she asked sweetly, as if I were elderly or something.

When I got to Miss Cindy's room, it was a bit of a shock. It looked like they were making a movie, instead of just some pictures. The lights and flashes and stuff were all over the place, leaving only the area around her bed clear.

Cindy was in her bed (even the sheets had been changed) and her hairdresser was making her hair look messy and pretty all at the same time. The sheets were "styled" too everything was arranged just so to make what ended up being a very pretty mess.

And her outfit! Cindy had on a top that looked like some businesswoman's suit jacket, except that it was in black chiffon. The jacket was open to show a silver chiffon bra. Sort of bigger and more comfortable-looking than a regular bra, though. I caught the sparkle of diamonds at Cindy's wrist and ears. She looked great!

Cindy smiled and seemed less nervous now that everything was starting. She was getting into the mood and I realized for the first time that her modeling was a little like acting. Not that it was hard for Cindy to act like a haughty rich girl, of

course.

The make-up girl set the tray over Cindy's lap and the photographer told her to adjust a few things as he looked through the big camera. Then they positioned me off to the left side. I had to bend over unnaturally to reach for the tray. "I don't want much more of you to show besides your arms. I want just a touch of your apron on the edge of the shot just enough to frame it and show you're a maid." Suddenly, Miss Cindy sat up a little straighter and looked at her Sunday New York Times. She was really pretty — and she smelled good too! She looked up at me and winked quickly before she stared over her paper at the camera with a look that could have bored through steel.

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"Bap!" The flash went off. I jumped the first time, but as it went off repeatedly in rapid fire, I got used to it. They had me bend several different ways and adjusted Miss Cindy's pose, too. A girl who was probably a stylist came and put a gold ring on my finger and tugged at my apron.