"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on you. Wanna stand up?"

Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.

"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for you two broads."

Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely thighs.

"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of this stuff on."

"But they're not going to see you… your breasts, surely," objected Lynn, a little dismayed.