A tall and very shapely blonde girl, standing apart from the check-in queue, was turning heads, and every man who passed her took a good look.
Dawn Saint Pierre was quite used to this kind of attention and appeared not to notice. She was wearing tight brown leather trousers with a wolf fur jacket draped casually over her shoulders, and a tightly clinging grey long sleeved cotton sweater that left little to the imagination. To those who looked, it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. The leather trousers were over matching ankle length stiletto heeled boots one of which she was tapping impatiently. She was waiting for her manager who was late. Her beautiful, if slightly sulky, looks were framed by long shining blonde hair silky enough to appear in shampoo adverts – as indeed it had – for Dawn Saint Pierre was a professional model. Some of the passers-by vaguely thought that they recognized her, and had she been wearing nothing at all they may well have done, as Dawn, then known as Doreen Peters, had made her start in the modeling business as a page three girl. Calendars had been a natural follow on and more recently she had appeared as the centerfold pin-up in a leading men’s magazine. Now she was on her way to stardom with a part in a film, a very sexy film – almost soft porn – but never the less a film for all that. And there was talk of a record contract, for Dawn had a very good singing voice and wasn’t afraid to shake it all about. Dawn’s future was looking good. As she waited she wondered if, among the fellow passengers, any were film executives who could enhance her career and her casual gaze fell on a smartly dressed, good looking young man in the queue for her flight. ‘It would be nice if it were him,’ she mused, in fact he would be nice anytime. The young man turned in her direction. Dawn caught his eye; she gave him a very sexy smile.