Brigitte Bardot. The Life, the Legend, the Movies

And wouldn't Solange be pleased? Chapter 5 In all her short span of years, she had never known such sweet luxury. Not in real life, her own real life. In movies, sure, but even that hadn't been so impressive. Judy wallowed in the huge sunken tub, soaking in the scented water. The obviously expensive bath-oil made her skin feel smooth all over, slippery to her fingers; even the atmosphere was thick with perfumed femininity, contributing to this sensation of sleek elegance. And she hadn't even run the bath herself a maid, imagine! just like in the movie shows. Hey, it's happening to me! Who would ever believe it? Not that having a maid around was such a big help. Almost kind of embarrassing, in a way. But that seemed to be smoothing over, too, now that Judy had taken the ultimate step, getting into her prepared tub practically under the servant's eyes. All with a properly impersonal manner and a minimum of blushing, thank heaven! no simple feat, what with the forced intimacy of stripping naked in front of a grown-up female stranger ...»