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Danielle LaRue - Fashion Model – Part 1

Added 2021-09-03 12:09:16 +0000 UTC

An Original Story by Julia Miller

Based on characters from ‘Working for a Boutique’ by Urban.

Hi diary, It’s Danielle. I’m back again. I have neglected writing to you for so long, so I thought I had better get caught up with all the things that have happened in my life since I arrived in Sacramento from the mid-west.

Has my life changed! Since arriving in Sacramento, it’s been a whirlwind for me. I met with the people from the Rome Modeling Agency, and we had several meetings outlining the Amelia’s Girl ad campaign. They also outlined some TV commercial spots that they wanted to make, but apparently, this was going to happen in Atlanta, not Los Angeles. They had hired a director under contract and studio facilities from a production company out there. I will be headed to Atlanta in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, I will be modeling Amelia’s new spring collection, and there were dozens of outfits that I will be photographed wearing.

I am still staying in a hotel and was out today to look at some condos. The realtor and I visited 4 different ones, and I ended up selecting a 10th-floor two-bedroom unit that had a beautiful balcony and a great view of the Sacramento downtown, the river (from the side of the balcony) and had a secure parking area in the condo basement. It also has a fitness center and an outdoor pool. I made an offer conditional on financing, and we will wait to see if it’s accepted. I wanted a larger unit in case I could get Ms. LaRue to come out to visit me.

A couple of days later, I received the financing and my loan from the Modeling Agency, and my offer was accepted. The inspection was scheduled, but it was only a 2-year-old building, so I didn’t expect any issues. The closing date was at the end of the month. So, for now, I enjoy living in the Sacramento Courtyard Marriot. They have a large outdoor pool and fitness center that I am also using daily. Their restaurant is one of the better ones in town. I realized that I had zero furniture, so I started visiting local furniture stores and picked out two new bedroom sets, one for my room and a smaller one for the second bedroom. I selected some fashionable living room furniture and a contemporary dining room table with 4 chairs. I set up the delivery for the day after my closing date. I wasn’t sure what kind of art I wanted to hang on the walls, so I left that for later. I went over to a kitchen and bath store and bought a pot and pan set, a kettle, coffee maker, toaster, flatware, and a couple of dish sets. There were also the little things, kitchen utensils, drawer organizers. Dishcloths, bath towels, and mats. Soap dispensers and containers for storage. Coat hangers for the closets; I needed everything and was starting from scratch. I also went over to the local electronics store and bought myself a new TV, and set up the home utilities to start on my closing date. I also got internet so I could keep in touch with Ms. LaRue when I had moved in. I made sure that my internet access had WIFI, so I didn’t have to plug my laptop into the modem.

The next day I was in the studio and met Jeremy, my photographer. He was a nice guy, but I noticed he would be checking me over quite a lot during the shoot. The first day I went through several outfits. The agency employed Pamela, my makeup artist, and Betty, my hairstylist, and they did a great job on me for the photos. Since I didn’t know anyone in Sacramento, I asked to join them for lunch, and we became friends. Both Pam and Betty had boyfriends, and Betty told me she had an older brother who was single. If I was interested, she could set me up on a date. I thought that was a great idea and told her I would be away in February doing TV commercial spots, but I was in town until the end of the month.

They also helped me dress and picked out the right accessories and shoes for me. Everything fit me perfectly, too, and looked flawless on me. I modeled several different styles of spring dresses, as well as spring business suits, slacks and tops, and jackets as well. Then there were all the closeup shots for my shoes and other closeups for the clothing. These shoots kept me busy for a few weeks, as I think they had me wearing everything in their spring lineup. I was tired every day and enjoyed taking a relaxing swim in the hotel pool. The January temperature in Sacramento was in the mid-’50s, but the pool was heated. I went down in my robe and slippers and quickly jumped in and performed my lengths for an hour and then returned to my room and took a shower. One bonus was they let me choose to keep whichever clothes I wore, as they wanted me wearing Amelia’s clothing exclusively. Since I was in a lot of debt from the condo furnishings, this helped me out.

One Friday, Betty and Pam asked me if I wanted to go out after work with them. I thought that would be fun and agreed to go. We went over to a local restaurant, and we sat down for dinner. I noticed they gave us a big table for only the 3 of us, but in a few minutes, their boyfriends showed up. I met Frank and Thomas, who were their boyfriends. As we were making our greetings, I heard someone behind me. I turned around and was stunned to see this tall, handsome, blonde hair, blue-eyed guy smiling at me.

“Danielle, this is my older brother Scott,” said Betty. “I called him this afternoon and asked him if he would like to meet you, and he agreed.”

Scott replied, “Hi Danielle, how are you? And to Betty, “We’re twins; I’m like a half-hour older than you.”

I said hello to Scott, and he sat down beside me. We had a great time at dinner, and I found that Scott was in his final year at Cal State Sacramento and was going to be a lawyer. We hit it off great, he was such a nice sweet guy, and he was in excellent shape too. After dinner, we agreed to go out to a local dance club, and I had a wonderful time dancing with him. Scott was a really good dancer as well. He almost seemed to be too good to be true, and I think he felt the same way about me. He kept telling me all night how I was easily the most beautiful girl in the club and how lucky he felt to have met me. I looked over at Pam and Betty, and they were both giving me a big smile and two thumbs up.

After we left the club, Scott brought his car around and took me back to the agency so I could retrieve my car. He noticed my Mercedes and was impressed.

“That’s a really sweet ride, Danielle.”

“Thanks, it was a gift from my mother.”

“She must love you; I hope to meet her someday.”

Scott walked up to me and asked if I would let him kiss me goodnight. I agreed, and we embraced in the moonlight. I felt like I was floating in the air. I wanted to do more with him but restrained myself; it was only my first date, after all.

We said goodnight to each other, and then I got in my Mercedes and started it up. Scott was the gentleman and followed me back to the Hotel where I parked, and he waited until I entered the lobby and tooted his horn goodbye. Scott had given me his number, and I felt like this guy was a keeper.

I changed out of my clothes and took a shower, then put on a teddy and fell asleep in bed.

Saturday morning, I was up with a little bit of a headache. Yes, I know I am only 18, and I am supposed to be 21 before I can drink, but I only had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner. At the club, I just drank soda water on ice. I went to the fitness center and worked out for a half-hour, took a quick shower and changed into my swimsuit, and performed lengths in the pool for an hour. I went back to my room, showered and changed, and went down to the restaurant for breakfast.

I was just finishing up, and my phone rang. It was Scott, and he told me that he hadn’t stopped thinking about me since last night. He wondered if I wanted to spend the day with him, and he would show me around Sacramento if I liked.

I said, sure, let's do it. I told him I had just finished breakfast, and Scott said he could come by in an hour. I told him I would wait in the hotel lobby for him.

Scott walked over to me in the lobby and greeted me with a big kiss and a strong hug. I asked him how he was doing, and he replied much better than usual, as he smiled at me. We held hands as we walked over to his car. It wasn’t as nice as my Mercedes, but it was an older BMW 3 series coupe. I asked him how he liked it, and he said he loved his sporty car. He opened the door, and I got in, and then he walked around and sat beside me. He leaned over and kissed me again.

I have a great day planned for us, I’m going to give you my personal 50 cent tour of Sacramento, and I think you will have a great time. I can hardly wait, let's go!

We started at a place named Sutter’s Fort. It was originally a fort near where they had discovered gold at Sutter’s Mill in the old days, and this started the California gold rush in 1848. The fort was now a museum, and they had interesting exhibits and demonstrations of the old days during the gold rush.

Lunch was approaching, and Scott drove us to his next stop, which was Old Sacramento on the banks of the Sacramento River. The old town was picturesque with numerous restored old buildings, and we ate in the sunshine on a sidewalk patio. It was a little chilly, so I had a jacket, but the sun was warm and made up for it. After lunch, we walked up and down the old town, and then he drove over to the Sacramento Zoo. This zoo had opened in 1927 and was home to numerous animals and birds from around the world, including a flock of pink flamingos, which I thought looked awesome. I wanted a dress in that color.

It was now mid-afternoon, and Scott told me there were more stops to make in his continuing tour of Sacramento. No tour is complete without visiting an Art Museum, and we have a top art museum here, named the Crocker Art Museum. We entered and toured the museum. Its collection was spread over two buildings, and they had a wide-ranging collection of art, from old masters to modern art and sculpture. I don’t know much about fine art, but I enjoyed the visit.

When we finished the Museum, it was getting close to dinner. Scott told me he knew of a superb fine-dining restaurant, and he would love to take me there.

“You really know how to spoil a girl, Scott.”

He grinned and kissed me, and we got back into his car and drove over to. Ella’s Dining room in downtown Sacramento. He walked up to the Maître de and told him there was a reservation for 2 under the name of Scott Jonsson. We followed the Maître de into the dining room, and he sat us at a table for two. Scott ordered a bottle of red wine. I’m sorry I forgot the name, but I know the label was French; I think it was a Bordeaux wine. We both had a lovely dinner, and I was naughty and had a couple of glasses of wine. I ate a delicious entree of scallops and clams sautéed in a delicious sauce. The salad was very tasty, and the Crème Brule dessert was fabulous! We both finished with a cappuccino.

Scott kept up a conversation while we ate. The more I was learning about him, the more I was impressed. He had already had an internship with a firm in Sacramento and was looking forward to starting with them after he graduated in the spring. His family had lived in Sacramento since the gold rush days, and it seems his great-great-grandfather arrived during the gold rush. He was a Swedish immigrant and was unsuccessful at finding gold in the ground but soon realized that there was gold to be made outfitting miners and started a mining supply and dry goods store. The family had always been wealthy since those days, but his parents wanted him to make a successful living for himself, so he decided to become a lawyer.

It was early evening when we had finished dinner. Scott asked me if I wanted to see a movie, and we could always continue his tour tomorrow. We drove over to the local movie theatres and found a movie we hadn’t seen. It was one of those thriller-type movies, and I held Scott’s hand the entire time. Scott was the perfect gentleman throughout the movie. He brought me back to the Hotel and asked me, would you like to continue the tour tomorrow? I agreed as the day had been a lot of fun for me.

Scott parked his car in front of the hotel, and we kissed each other; and he walked around and opened my door for me and helped me out of his car. We embraced and kissed again, and I walked into the hotel and went up to my room.

I woke up early Sunday morning, still excited after my date with Scott yesterday. He was so handsome, and he was interested in me! I continued with my dilation procedure, changed and worked out for a half-hour, returned to my room and showered, and then changed into my one-piece swimsuit and a robe and went down to the pool and swam for an hour. I had another shower and then went down for breakfast. Once again, I was just finishing up my coffee when Scott called me, and I told him I was ready to go and had just finished breakfast.

He came by about a half-hour later, and we continued on our tour of Sacramento with a stop at a local park named McKinley Rose Garden. There were still some flowers at this time of year, and we wandered around holding hands and making small talk.

We went back to Old Sacramento, which is now a state park as well, and Scott wanted to see a Railway Museum there. We toured the museum, and he enjoyed it, and we looked at the trains and locomotives, and I chatted with him as we walked around. For lunch, we walked over to a riverboat named the Delta King that was docked in the river. It is now a hotel and restaurant; it’s permanently moored there. Lunch was enjoyable, and soon we continued our tour. We walked across the Tower Bridge and watched the small boats traveling up and down the Sacramento River. We crossed the river and had a nice stroll up the River Walk Park to another bridge that we crossed to return to the car. I took several photos along the way, and I wanted to send a few to Ms. LaRue.

We returned to Scott’s BMW, and he asked me if I would like to meet his parents for dinner that evening. I said, as long as I can change into something more elegant, I would be happy to meet them. He drove me back to my hotel, and after giving each other a happy embrace and a long kiss, I returned to my room. Scott told me dinner would be at 7, and he would pick me up at 6 if that was ok with me. I said sure that gives me some time to get ready, so I will see you at 6.

I was ready at 6 and waiting in the hotel lobby when Scott walked in. I don’t think he had ever seen me done up in an evening dress with all my finery. He just stopped and stared at me for a minute. I walked up to him and asked if he was ok. He just stammered out, you lo-look am-a-amazing. I laughed and said, that’s why I am a model silly. He held out his hand to me, I reached out to accept it, and he kissed my hand, and we walked out to his car.

We drove out of downtown into a classy neighborhood where all of the homes were huge. Scott turned into a laneway and drove up to a gate and pressed a remote in his car, and we watched the iron gates swing open. We drove up this winding laneway and ended up in front of a very large mansion that looked like it was built in Victorian times. It was stunning. We walked up to the front door, and a butler opened it up for us. Scott said, Hi Andrew, this is my date, Danielle. He politely asked us to come in, and we entered a magnificent foyer. The décor was something out of a Hollywood movie. It was an amazing home.

Mr. and Mrs. Jonsson entered the foyer and said hello to Scott, and he hugged them and then introduced me to his parents. His mother’s name was Valerie, and his father's name was Lars. I politely thanked them for inviting me to their home. We followed them into a beautiful living room that was exquisitely furnished in period-correct furniture. It was so elegant it took my breath away. I told them that what I have seen of their home so far was amazing. I felt like I had stepped back in time; everything was so authentic. Mrs. Jonsson told me this home had been in the family for over 100 years now, and many of the furnishings were original and had been restored over the years.

Their butler walked in while we were talking and told us that dinner was ready to be served.

We followed him to their beautiful dining room, where there was this huge table with at least 20 seats. One end was set up for us. Just before we were going to sit down, Betty and her boyfriend showed up and apologized for being late. We all greeted each other, and she told me I looked amazing. I replied that she looked amazing herself, in her lovely dress.

We were seated at the table, and dinner was served; it was a prime rib dinner, and it was delicious. We all had a piece of cake for dessert and finished with coffee.

Mrs. Jonsson was especially interested in my past, and I told her of my family’s sad history and how I wound up being an orphan, and how my stepmother adopted me as her daughter. She asked me about my career, and I told her how I am working for a fashion agency as the new Amalie’s Girl. She looked at her husband and smiled. Is that for Amalie’s Boutique? I replied yes, it is, and they laughed and said it’s a small world. Now I was interested. She continued; it is one of the businesses our family owns. I was floored by this. Wow, Scott told me your family was well off, but Amalie’s is a large fashion chain. She agreed and told me they recently expanded into the midwest last year, and I told her that’s how I met my stepmother, Ms. LaRue. I started working in the Des Moines store and helped set it up when it first opened. She replied that I must have impressed Ms. LaRue for her to want to adopt me. I agreed and said, Ms. LaRue saw something in me and helped me blossom into the young lady I am today.

I told them of my new position as Amalie’s girl, and I would be flying out next month to Atlanta to create some TV commercials for Amalie’s. They congratulated me and told me I had an exciting life from the sound of it.

We went back to the living room, and we chatted for the rest of the evening; I was glad that they seemed to accept me and made me feel at ease while talking to them. Although they were quite wealthy, they were down to earth. I never felt like they were looking down on me but were talking to me, and I appreciated that.

I found out more about Betty and her boyfriend, Frank. Betty loved being a hairstylist, and her goal was to work at Amalie’s and create a better brand for their beauty salons that were in the store. She also had a business degree but wanted to learn hairstyling as well so she would better understand the customers. Her boyfriend Frank was an architect, and he was also very interesting. I told him about my condo downtown, and it is about 2 years old. He asked me the address, and I told him. He laughed and told me he was one of the architects on the design team for that building. Mr. Jonsson didn’t talk too much in all of this; he seemed to be relaxing and taking us all in. He was quite nice to me and always referred to me as ‘young lady. When they found out that I was only 18 years old and had accomplished all I had done, they were astonished. Mr. Jonsson told me I thought you were in your early twenties’ young lady. I replied that due to my circumstances, I was on my own in life at the age of 16, and I had to learn to grow up quickly and take responsibility for myself earlier than most people. Well, you certainly have become a well-rounded and very beautiful young lady. The evening drew to a close, and Scott accompanied me out to his car. I hope my parents didn’t intimidate you, Danielle. I replied, on the contrary, I thought they went out of their way to make me feel at home. He drove me back to my hotel and helped me out of his car. We embraced and kissed each other. Scott looked me in my eyes and told me, I have never met anyone like you, Danielle, and I want to be around you always. I hope you feel the same way about me. I kissed him back, and we embraced once more. I waved goodbye to him and walked back into the hotel.

February began, and my condo sale closed on a Friday. I took possession, and my furniture was delivered the next day. The Bath and Kitchen store also delivered my purchases there to my new place, and Scott, Betty, and Thomas came over to help me out with the unpacking and setting up my TV and the living room and bedroom furniture. Betty helped me set up the kitchen while Scott and Thomas were watching a football game on the TV. (They said they were testing it out. Ha!) We made short work of the kitchen and the bathroom, and we all went out to a restaurant for dinner. I was really enjoying their company, and even though I wasn’t as well educated as all these University educated folks, they accepted me as one of them.

On Sunday, I bought some groceries and stocked up my new kitchen. I invited Scott over for dinner. I tried out my new stove, and dinner came out great. I cooked a small beef roast and made roasted potatoes and carrots as well as steamed broccoli and an apple pie for dessert. The coffee turned out great in my new coffee maker, and we enjoyed a cup together. We retired to the living room and were watching a movie, but we were just making out on the couch.

I asked Scott if he would like to take this to my bedroom, and we were soon in the throes of passion on my new bed. Scott was gentle with me, and although I wasn’t sure how my new equipment would work, I had a very good time with him. Scott adored my fit body and made love to me the rest of the night. We woke up together in my bed, and I quietly got up, put on a robe and slippers, and started the coffee going in the kitchen. Scott soon came out, and we shared a good morning kiss as I handed him a mug of coffee. I wasn’t sure if he was a morning person or not, but he seemed to be fine in the morning, though not as energetic as I am. I rustled up some bacon and eggs for breakfast and tried out my new toaster. We sat and ate and discussed what we were going to do for the day. I told him I had to be back early to pack for my trip to Atlanta, leaving Monday morning. We went out and did a little shopping and had lunch and then came back to the condo, where Scott decided he had to ravish me again since I would be out of town for a few weeks. I was beginning to understand how my new equipment worked, and this time, it was far more pleasurable than last night. I figured I just needed more experience, and I knew that Scott would have no problem helping me out. Scott thought it would be best if he stayed over again and drove me to the airport in the morning. I thought that was a wonderful idea, but we had to get to sleep early. While we were shopping, he picked up some fresh underwear and a couple of shirts. We had leftovers for dinner from last night and retired to the bedroom for another night of passion. We got up early the next morning, and he drove me over to the airport. He kissed me goodbye and told me to call him when I got into Atlanta.

During the flight, I relaxed and thought about my past month in Sacramento. My new modeling job was going great, and I was having fun. Through a colleague at work, I met her brother, who seems to have fallen in love with me. I met his parents, and they seem to like me as well, and the kicker? They own Amelia’s as a family business. I didn’t know how I was going to do it yet, but it was now my goal to help Ms. LaRue advance in the company if she desired to do so. I had just settled into my condo, got it set up, and now it’s locked up, and I am flying out to Atlanta to model in a new TV commercial for Amelia’s.

After a few hours of flying time, the jet touched down in Atlanta. I exited the plane and saw a sign Danielle LaRue and walked over to the man holding the sign. I introduced myself, and he told me, my name is Terrance; welcome to Atlanta; I am here to take you to the production company to meet everyone. But first, let’s pick up your bags, and then we can be on our way.

I followed him down to the baggage claim and found my suitcases, and he pulled them off the conveyor and wheeled them out to the airport parking. He opened up the trunk of a black Lincoln town car and loaded my bags in the back. He opened the back door and helped me in the seat, and we were on our way. We arrived at the production company about a half-hour later, and he brought my bags inside. They stored them in a small room, and I talked with the receptionist. My name is Danielle LaRue, and I am here to make a commercial. She replied, oh yes, Danielle, we have been expecting you. She got on the phone and just said, she is here. The receptionist smiled at me and said she is coming down right now to meet you and take you inside.

In a couple of minutes, a very attractive woman who looked to be in her early thirties approached me. She was wearing a big smile and said, you must be Danielle. My name is Jennifer Sackett, and I will be directing your commercial. We shook hands, and I followed her into the studio.