“I know, you enjoy my services, and, in truth, it is exceptional for me to be, momentarily, unable to take this on board”, she smiled the most ravishing smile, “However, I have now a charming deputy, who, I am sure will meet your requirements.”

I was a little unsure as, in this business, the customers are used to a certain type, a shape they particularly like, and are, often, adverse to change. But I was under pressure too, to deliver, and not let them down. So I accepted to book the “deputy” for that special photoshoot.

On the day, I was at the studio with my gear, and arranging the lighting, the furniture, for what promised to be a lengthy session. I hoped the deputy was experienced, and prepared. At the appointed time, someone knocked at the door. I opened, and she, whoever she was, stunning, red-haired, bordering on the unreal, was there, carrying a small bag. I was immediately revisiting my assumptions, remembering the conversation with my model, whose deputy was now in front of me.

I made her comfortable at the small make-up table. She asked me what I preferred for her face, what she should wear, and proceeded to strip. She was perfect. I opted, to start with for a sober long dress, an avant-propos. I did not feel quite well.

We worked all afternoon, perhaps a thousand poses, ten times as many shots. Then I realised: the “deputy” was as fresh as when she arrived, while I was exhausted. I had already settled the account, so finishing off was easy. She got dressed again in her simple urban outfit, and we said good-bye.

As I was tidying up I found her card. It was made of leather with an aluminium engraving that said: “Sigma Agency, Android models”. I was out of breath.

Inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge of January 25.

Picture source: Success for Ginger Haired Models