DISCLAMIER: I don't own anything except my own character. I make no money from writing these stories. This goes for the whole story.
"Hold."Flash. "Relax." "Again." I lifted up my leg to press it against a blue T-Bird. The straps of my lingerie dug against my thigh making this experience none the better. And not to mention the fact that the metal from the car and me swiftly banging my leg to pose left bruises.
"Alright Cecilia that's a rap for today. Tomorrow will busy because of the upcoming war. Those soldiers need to be reminded of what they are fighting for." Said the photographer, getting up from his kneeling stance on the floor. He sat the camera down on the surrounding table and exited the studio leaving me in thought propped against the car. Robert was a great photographer and has always been a friend to me. With his curly black hair and blue eyes he was a very supportive and welcoming friend.
My name is Cecilia Langer a pin up girl for all those American boys' barracks. My life was a miserable hell hole that circled around my job. It was all I really had.
Pulling on my robe I made my way over to my dressing room. Inside held thousands of fan mail from those GI's. Putting my simple red dress with white lace on top over the uncomfortable lingerie I was out. Leaving the powder room as many of my friends who were also pin up girls called it, a hand caught my arm. At first I let out a little scream in surprise but when I looked up I found that it was just Colonel Patrick.
Colonel Patrick was in the 101st Airborne and was in charge of the men's morale. He came often to get new photos to hand out to the men or something of mine.
"Gee you scared me for a second! So what can I help you with?" I said cheerily. Usually I was very shy around other people that I did not know as well but I was comfortable enough around him to let me be myself. But I quickly dropped my joyful attitude as I saw that Patrick held a very serious, grim face.
"Ce, I hate to ask you such a favor but I was wondering if you would at least attend a meeting with some of the higher ups in the Army Airborne Regiment? I promise it won't be long but we need your help dearly. Please will you consider?" Patrick said with so much emotion I quickly nodded.
"Why of course Colonel!" I said giving him a starry smile.
"Great! I will come by here tomorrow at around three to pick you up." And with that he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and departed. I watched him leave wishing to know what he knew. I sighed as I went over to Tom to escort me to a taxi. It was only a security thing. Only in my wildest dreams did I wish that this meeting would be somehow life changing…ha ha yeah right.
Next Day
Patrick came as he said he would and the ride to the meeting was considerably uneventful. As he helped me out from the staff car I immediately felt out of place. I am pretty sure that my cream colored dress that went down to my ankles that was more like a robe, but open in the middle was fastened with a thin red belt to keep the cloth together was not exactly the right type of dress for such an affair. It certainly showed off some cleavage and a lot more leg I would rather not show. But I had to dress like this at all times to as I quote 'sell the product'.
I think he felt my discomfort so I shot him a small smile from my air brushed face. My chestnut hair was parted at the side with curls flowing to my shoulders. I quickly reapplied my bright red lipstick before entering the gloomy building. Inside you could tell that it was mostly men that lived here because of the lack of decoration. Everything was un personal with pale white walls and steel chairs. We walked rapidly towards a looming door that had no indication of what it was for.
Besides that, the building had the constant buzz of phones, type writers and the hushed mummers of its occupants. Once we reached the door I became un reasonably nervous as he opened the door and hustled me in. I was met with about ten curious pairs of eyes watching as I stumbled inside; all conversations stopping. I heard one of the men say
"Well I can see now why we picked her." I blushed at the compliment, still not understanding what I was getting myself into.
"Take a seat miss, and we can clear up some questions you may be thinking." A kind old man with four stars on his uniform gestured to an open chair. I just nodded and waited for them to continue.
"The army has come up with a new concept that is necessary to the upcoming war" Um okay but what does this have to do with me! I thought to myself, I am just a pin up girl.
"As you may understand in a time of war our men's moral may decrease over time. This is where you come in. The project is called 'Operation Morale Booster'."