Glamour Photography Magazine 2

 

Blonde in slip: Janye Mansfeild 1933 5’6” 40-22-35 36d 128#

Blond in back: Marlyn monroe 1926 5’6” 36-24-34 36d 118#

Yellow skirt brunette: Audrey hepburn 1929 5’7” 34-20-34 34a/32a 103#

Smoker: Ava gardner 1922 5’6” 36-23-37 34b 119#

It took a large supply of booze, weed and drugs to shoot an issue of Glamour Photography Magazine. Which is why it was so short lived. The last issue is what did them in. Somehow, they managed to get Janye Mansfeild, Marlyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn and Ava Gardner together. Sadly, the photos were lost, but someone managed to paint one picture. 

“'Nuzzer joinn allready, Ava?,” the blond in the pink slip slurred as she stumbled and leaned on the trailer as she tried to climb in. 

“Yess, Azz soon azz i ged it lit; yoo wann a zzrag affer Ava ann I?” the girl in the yellow skirt asked. 

“Y'know yoo doo, Jayne. Wee alll shud share it Audrey,” the other blond said, now pulling her pink panties off.

“Is the pope catholic? yes, pazz the joinn rounn, Ava”, Janye said as she made it into the trailer, her right shoulder strap now on her elbow. The joint was now lit, and the nude Ava took a deep drag. As she exhaled, Audrey took the joint. As she did, swayed and shifted, revealing her white garters under her yellow skirt.

Janye stumbled to the front of the trailer and slurred, “Im havin' 'nuzzer zzrink.  Anyone else wann anythin'?”, her right boob now exposed. 

Marilyn, who was now bottomless, and waiting to take the joint from Audrey, answered, “I'll taze a shampagne.”

Ava added, “Wee alll shud havva glazz,” her eyes now red and glassy. 

The trailer was thick with the sweet haze of smoke, curling lazily in the dim light. The air was heavy with the scent of marijuana, spilled champagne, and the musky undertone of perfume. The four women, icons, were tangled in a scene that was equal parts chaos and allure, their inhibitions melting away with each puff and sip.

Audrey, her lips stained a faint pink from the champagne, passed the joint to Marilyn with a languid smile. Her yellow skirt had ridden up further, the white garters now fully exposed against her pale thighs. She stood, unsteady on her black high heels. She leaned back against the trailer’s door, her head tilting as she giggled softly. “This… this is divine, darlings,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper, her usual poised elegance unraveling in the haze.

Marilyn took the joint, her fingers brushing Audrey’s with a deliberate slowness. She inhaled deeply, her eyes half-lidded. “Divine?” she purred, exhaling a plume of smoke that danced toward the ceiling. “This is sinful, Audrey, and you know it.” She shifted, her bare legs stretching out, toes brushing against Ava’s knee. The contact sent a ripple of laughter through the group, though no one could quite say why.

Ava, completely nude now save for a single silver bracelet glinting on her wrist, lounged against the floor, her body relaxed but her gaze sharp. She sipped from a chipped champagne flute, her lips curling into a smirk. “Sinful’s the point, Marilyn. Why else are we here?” she said, her voice low and smoky, cutting through the slurred chatter. She reached for the joint, her fingers grazing Marilyn’s thigh as she took it, her touch lingering just a moment too long.

Jayne, still teetering near the trailer’s tiny bar, fumbled with a bottle of champagne, the cork popping with a loud thwack that made her squeal. “Oopsie!” she laughed, her right boob still peeking out from her disheveled slip as she poured the fizzing liquid into mismatched glasses. “Here’s to… to us!” she declared, raising a glass and spilling half its contents onto the floor. Her shoulder strap slid further down, and she didn’t bother to fix it, her laughter infectious as she handed out the drinks.

Audrey took a glass, her fingers trembling slightly as she raised it. “To glamour,” she said, her words slurring into a soft melody. “And to… to whatever this is.” She gestured vaguely at the scene around them—half-naked, half-drunk, half-high, and entirely unscripted.

Marilyn clinked her glass against Audrey’s, her smile mischievous. “To trouble,” she added, her voice dripping with promise. She leaned closer, her breath warm against Audrey’s ear as she whispered, “And to getting into more of it.”

Ava raised her glass, her red-rimmed eyes glinting with amusement. “To the picture they’ll never see,” she said, her tone laced with defiance. “The one they’ll talk about forever.”

Jayne stumbled back to the group, collapsing onto the couch beside Ava, her glass sloshing. “To us,” she repeated, her voice thick with emotion as she draped an arm around Ava’s shoulders. “The most beautiful mess they’ll never forget.”

The trailer fell into a brief, hazy silence, broken only by the soft crackle of the joint as Ava passed it back to Audrey. The women sipped their champagne, their laughter fading into a warm, intimate hum. The world outside the trailer didn’t exist—not the cameras, not the magazine, not the scandal that would surely follow if anyone caught wind of this night. For now, it was just them, lost in a fog of indulgence, their bodies and voices intertwining in a moment that would never be captured on film but would burn brightly in their memories.

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