Spellbound (Kendall Jenner//gxg//interracial)

Two

The sound of my alarm clock woke me up from my sleep. I turnt it off, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I had a photo shoot for Vogue. It was a pretty big deal, but it wasn't my first time.

Getting up, I took a shower and did my daily hygienic activities. I slipped on a pair of black leggings, and a gray hoodie crop top. Sliding a pair of black sneakers and just applying chapstick, I was ready for the shoot.

Once I was finally at the scene, I was immediately rushed by the workers, trying to get my hair and makeup together. It was a cat eye eyeliner, a nude cut crease, and a classic red matte lip. My hair in golden age waves and my outfit consisted of a golden fringe gown that hugged my body very tightly.

A fake cigarette was the only prop I had, and the set we shot in was like a vintage club. The lights were meant to be dim, and I sat on a white creek chaise, by myself.

I was getting direction from everyone else, but the photographer was no where to be seen. Speak of the devil, a woman, about early twenties came strutting into the room. She had white hair that contested with her brown skin. It was straight, as look silky as it shined in the stage lights. She looked bare face, however, as beauty as she was, she didn't need makeup. Her eyelashes were long and curled, not too much though. Her lips were full and dark, a small mole above her top lip to the side. She was absolutely beautiful. How is she not the one modeling.

She wore a simple white t shirt tied into a knot that exposed a little mid drift. Ripped mom jeans and a black belt tied in her look, as well as some black booties. A dainty necklace with a cross and golden Hoops was the only jewelry she wore. A red bandana was tied around her neck to finish her look.

She had a body to die for. Small waist, and thick thighs as well as a nice ass. I wished of the day I could achieve that look.

She held a coffee in her hand and she made her way into the set, a camera hanging from the side. Talking to some other girl, she looked at me, eyes softening.

I looked away, not wanting to look like I was staring. I had been pissed that I was waiting for a late photographer, but as beautiful as she was, she could've showed five hours late and I would be fine with it.

She made her way over me, holding her hand out. "I'm so sorry I'm late. L.A. traffic is crazy. My name is Pierre and I'll be taking the shots for this photo shoot." Her voice sounded like smooth velvet as she spoke. An accent foreign to America.

I had heard of who was supposed to be the photographer today, but I had thought I was a man. To find out it was a goddess was honestly the highlight of my day.

"It's fine, traffic is always crazy here." I politely shook her hand, smiling as I did so.

"Okay, so what I'm thinking for this shoot is Hollywood Golden Age, big clubs, seductive faces, but not too much because it's only the twenties." She explained, making me nod my head as I intently listened to her.

"Yeah, I think it's a really cool concept."

"Okay, Great, let's get started." She clapped her hands together and walked back out of the set.

I waited for direction as she handed her coffee to one of the assistants. Everyone rushed back to their places as she prepared for the shot.