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just walk, pause at the end of the catwalk, turn around and walk back.
But now I was glad for the rehearsals. The lights made it har d to see for a few seconds and my eyes adjusted to the brightness. The music was blaring, and the mc had started introducing me.
I walked slowly down, swinging my hips the way I’d been shown. As I adjusted to the lights, I noticed the stares – the men weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were ogling my breasts.
Wow , I thought. I wanted to feel insulted and think that all men were pigs, but the reality was that I felt very flattered. So these guys like my breasts. The attention made me feel happy and confident, and it gave me a strange ego boost. All these men want me .
I’ve never been conventionally pretty, nor gotten much attention from men. Now suddenly all these men were staring at my breasts, many of them had slightly open mouths. And that was all because of me – I was turning them on, I was the one they all wanted.
Chapter Two
My short moment on the catwalk was over before I knew it, and pretty soon the show itself was over.
The audience started walking out, Brian promised me he’d wire my payment to me that night, and I said brief hello’s and simultaneous goodbye’s to the other models.
$3000 for one night’s work.
It was more than I’d earned in a long time and I should’ve thanked Brian properly instead of yelling at him to pay me more. Maybe I’d ask him if he had any designer friends who needed “real-looking women” for their shows. It was a long shot, but I wouldn’t mind doing this again, the pay was so good and I’d actually enjoyed being on show, being admired by all those rich men who’d bought tickets to a lingerie fashion show.
I smiled hazily, lost in a daydream where money was easy and I didn’t have to st ress about paying my tuition, and I changed out of the skimpy lingerie into my regular clothes. I’d lost my bra somewhere, but that was ok, I’d be home soon enough.
As soon as I stepped out of the building, a man in an overcoat came up to me.
“Vicki Barnes?”
“Yes?”
“I watched you at the fashion show. You were most impressive.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
The man was closer now and I looked up at him. He was of average height, with dark hair and dark eyes. When I looked into his eyes I was forced to look away again, quickly – they exuded some kind of powerful electricity, and seemed to look straight through me.
Something about him screamed money and power – maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the fabric of his coat, or the shine of his heavy watch.
When he smiled, he revealed rows of perfect, white teeth. “I was hoping you’d agree to have a cup of coffee with me, and maybe we could discuss some business. The mc mentioned you’re about to enter law school. I’d love to hear more about that.”
I toyed with my cheap watch and looked around. The street was relatively empty, except for a black limo parked near the curb. In normal circumstances I would’ve turned down the man, but right now I felt as if going out with him to have some coffee was a very good idea. His cologne was a bit overpowering – something musky and citrusy that made me want to press up against him. It was strange, I’d just met him and I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to squeeze myself against him… I forced myself to focus.
“Sure,” I said, trying to ignore the strange sensations I felt by just standing next to him. “Coffee sounds good. When would you like -”
“Let’s go now.”
He nodded imperceptibly towards the limo and when it pulled up beside us, he opened the door. “After you.”
I hesitated and looked at him for a moment. The limo had darkened windows and I’d just met this guy. He had a magnetic gaze, and I felt something strange between us, but that didn’t mean I should trust him. He placed a hand on my lower back and gently nudged me to get in. His hand was large and
But now I was glad for the rehearsals. The lights made it har d to see for a few seconds and my eyes adjusted to the brightness. The music was blaring, and the mc had started introducing me.
I walked slowly down, swinging my hips the way I’d been shown. As I adjusted to the lights, I noticed the stares – the men weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were ogling my breasts.
Wow , I thought. I wanted to feel insulted and think that all men were pigs, but the reality was that I felt very flattered. So these guys like my breasts. The attention made me feel happy and confident, and it gave me a strange ego boost. All these men want me .
I’ve never been conventionally pretty, nor gotten much attention from men. Now suddenly all these men were staring at my breasts, many of them had slightly open mouths. And that was all because of me – I was turning them on, I was the one they all wanted.
Chapter Two
My short moment on the catwalk was over before I knew it, and pretty soon the show itself was over.
The audience started walking out, Brian promised me he’d wire my payment to me that night, and I said brief hello’s and simultaneous goodbye’s to the other models.
$3000 for one night’s work.
It was more than I’d earned in a long time and I should’ve thanked Brian properly instead of yelling at him to pay me more. Maybe I’d ask him if he had any designer friends who needed “real-looking women” for their shows. It was a long shot, but I wouldn’t mind doing this again, the pay was so good and I’d actually enjoyed being on show, being admired by all those rich men who’d bought tickets to a lingerie fashion show.
I smiled hazily, lost in a daydream where money was easy and I didn’t have to st ress about paying my tuition, and I changed out of the skimpy lingerie into my regular clothes. I’d lost my bra somewhere, but that was ok, I’d be home soon enough.
As soon as I stepped out of the building, a man in an overcoat came up to me.
“Vicki Barnes?”
“Yes?”
“I watched you at the fashion show. You were most impressive.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
The man was closer now and I looked up at him. He was of average height, with dark hair and dark eyes. When I looked into his eyes I was forced to look away again, quickly – they exuded some kind of powerful electricity, and seemed to look straight through me.
Something about him screamed money and power – maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the fabric of his coat, or the shine of his heavy watch.
When he smiled, he revealed rows of perfect, white teeth. “I was hoping you’d agree to have a cup of coffee with me, and maybe we could discuss some business. The mc mentioned you’re about to enter law school. I’d love to hear more about that.”
I toyed with my cheap watch and looked around. The street was relatively empty, except for a black limo parked near the curb. In normal circumstances I would’ve turned down the man, but right now I felt as if going out with him to have some coffee was a very good idea. His cologne was a bit overpowering – something musky and citrusy that made me want to press up against him. It was strange, I’d just met him and I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to squeeze myself against him… I forced myself to focus.
“Sure,” I said, trying to ignore the strange sensations I felt by just standing next to him. “Coffee sounds good. When would you like -”
“Let’s go now.”
He nodded imperceptibly towards the limo and when it pulled up beside us, he opened the door. “After you.”
I hesitated and looked at him for a moment. The limo had darkened windows and I’d just met this guy. He had a magnetic gaze, and I felt something strange between us, but that didn’t mean I should trust him. He placed a hand on my lower back and gently nudged me to get in. His hand was large and
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