It was an ordinary day at my job. Well, "ordinary", I mean, some people say they would like to have my job, meeting these TV people, artists and so on all the days long. You see, I work at a TV company and I'm fixing the make-up. It's a fantastic job; I look at a person's face and decide which way to reduce or improve certain effects by using different sorts of make-up. The light that's on everyone in the TV studio means that a person with a light skin might need a slightly darker skin, a person with a certain nose shape might need to "reduce" it with the proper make-up to avoid making it even bigger, and so on. About 60% of the people are so often in TV so I've learnt to know them, both as persons but also their faces. I mean, I don't have to think; it's the same make-up every time. Usually, this means it's easier to have a nice chat with them while working and I really enjoy that. In general, I like those who are easy to start a conversation with, even if it's the first time I meet them. For those people, I have to concentrate more on planning and fixing their make-up but this involves discussioning it with them, and mostly we learn to know each other at least a little.
I just mentioned the nose shape, just as an example, but that was really what I was going to tell you about - not nose shapes in general but a fantastic memory from half a year ago. You see, I'm interested in female noses, and in particular those having certain shapes. Anyway, over to the real story...
I was working with Betty, a news reporter. I work with her every day; she can choose any of us here (I'm of course not the only one) but she says she prefers the male ones. I was putting a sort of powder on her cute little nose when an author, Susan G. Halliwell, entered the make-up hall. I had heard she was on her way to some interview, but I hadn't seen her before, not even on a picture. I almost got paralyzed and my heart started to beat. What a nose! She was tall, had blonde, straight and long hair, she was 45 years from what I had read and she had a sort of pretentious and arrogant style. But her nose - it was thin and had the shape of a long, big curve. From the side, someone could say it was BIG without lying. The nasal bone must be unusually long and her nostrils were, too. All this made the sides of the nose look enormous.
I was finished with Betty and she left after saying something that I didn't hear. The nose, I mean, Miss Halliwell was sitting in my make-up chair. My heart started to beat even more when I glanced at that sexy nose, knowing that I ... that I would be touching it within a couple of minutes.
Before I had even said hello, she said in a sharp voice:
- Can I smoke?
- Oh... eh... I'm sorry, please not now, I would be
grateful if it could wait until after...
- Impossible!
She left the chair and went over to a table where
my colleagues use to sit and smoke, and she lit up. She
gave me an angry and arrogant glance while taking two or
three deep drags on her cigarette. Never before, I had seen
anyone in real life using a holder. After the quick but
deep drags, she removed the cigarette and put it in the ash-tray
without crushing it out. She put the holder back into her purse
before sitting down again without a word. She breathed out
through her large nostrils with a sound, like if she wanted
to demonstrate her annoyance. I wondered how much smoke those
lovely nostrils had been exhaling through their life.
Suddenly, she cupped both her hands up over that nose and
I saw the finger tip touch the large sides. She coughed with
three quick, dry hacks and removed the fingers.
- Excuse me, I said, but I would advise you to not
touching your nose after I've finished the make-up. Please
keep it in mind.
- I've been her before, she said shortly.
- Do you have any preferences, then, I continued.
- Try to... to make my... face a bit less ... visible,
she said. It was like if she tried to avoid certain words.
- How do you mean, miss Halliwell, I asked politely.
- You understand what I mean. It's your job to do.
Her attitude, full of arrogance, hid something else, I
thought to myself. I felt a sort of challenge inside myself
to make her open up herself a bit.
- Miss Halliwell, please excuse me. But, it's then also
my job to point out, that you have a face we can do anything
you like with. What I would like to try - we can at least try
to see what it would look like - is to actually put your nose
in focus.
- WHAT?? She almost screamed, and she looked terrified.
- Yes, I mean it. You have a fantastic and... beautiful
nose, if I may way so. What do you suggest, miss Halliwell?
I could see she was sweating a little, but this time
she didn't know what to say so I took the chance.
- Relax, Miss Halliwell. I started to work with her
forehead, her cheeks, everything except from her nose.
Then, when I prepared for the nose, my heart again started
beat faster. My make-up brush moved up and down over
those large sides, over her long nose wings, the tip,
everything and I was so excited.
- Now, let's see, I said when I was finished and she
opened her eyes.
- My nose, she almost moaned. I turned on the strong lights
to "test" the result and she gasped. Her nose was shining,
well her whole face was, but the shape of her nose made it
shine even more.
- My face is just one big nose, look at it! She
said angrily. - I mean it ... it always is but this makes
it... (her voice suddenly started to tremble) ... even...
she now had tears in her eyes. Since we were alone in the
make-up studio, I could advance.
- Sit down again, I said. She did, weeping quietly.
I gently touched the large nose side. - It's so ...
sexy, I whispered in her air. - Don't you understand that?
I started to caress the large nose side with both my hands
and suddenly she understood what I meant and relaxed.
Without really knowing what I was doing, I kissed her and
we started to kiss intensively when I suddenly remembered
what she had came for. I quickly put on a more modest
make-up and waited for her to return after the interview
to get the make-up off.
She didn't say a word while I was washing the make-up off. I've never been so careful when doing it. Instead of using brushes and similar things, I washed the make-up off her nose with my fingers after dipping them in hot water. My finger tips felt her nose wings, the tip, the long nasal bone, the enormous sides, even a little into her large, smoky nostrils. When I had finished, my heart was beating and I was breathing a bit heavily. To my undescribable disappointment, she left without giving me as much as another glance and I never saw her again. But, I can still feel that extremely erotic nose between my finger tips.