“Use your body to repay me, and get that ‘favor’ we need.” Those were the words Rosaline had whispered into Gloria’s ears, they brought a frigid chill over her.
Set in her decent sized apartment only a bit away from the college she went too, it was best described in two words clean and compact.
She was set up with a man with connections to the modeling company, though man would be a poor interpretation, he was still a teenager with the thick scent of grape alcohol lingering off of him. Someone who lack experience.
The culprit who set her up, Rosaline. She was a good teacher, no matter how strict, so she could only trust her judgement.
However this wasn’t the modeling experience she expected, it was a tad bit surreal, nevertheless she had to do it with this young man. She wasn’t a fan of hookups, she’d only done it twice in high school and both experiences left her sad after, enjoyable in the moment, but depressed after. It was like selling out her own body, an exposing feeling.
Either than that and two boyfriends, she was inexperienced.
His expression one of wonder looking around her apartment and a drunk nervousness, he was a greenhorn. It brought some relief to her heart. Let’s get this over with.
She was right about his inexperience. Not that it was a good thing.
A musty thick sent off his cock it bent upwards like a banana and was girthy like the ones in those porn videos. I hope he’s gentle.
Starting by kissing him, he pulled down the shoulders of her dress and her bra. Looking as if he discovered treasure she held back a giggle as he groped and licked at them.
Stroking his cock hoping he’d cum and get too tired to continue, he kept a bored expression.
“Can I put it in.” He pleaded cutely.
“Hold on.”
Getting on her knees she blew his cock just wrapping her lips around below the head. Cum already so I can take a bath.
Focused on the blowjob she didn’t realize his hand on her head, guiding her deeper onto his cock. A single thrust she choked on his cock, and tightened around him. Tears forming in the corner of her eyes, he soon ended blasting several strings of bitter cum down her throat.
Coughing, it was hard work but that should’ve been enough. A hot wetness between her legs she found herself squirming resisting too finger herself.
“Ready for round two?”
“Huh?”
He was young, so it was too be expected he wouldn’t be done with just once. I’ll just blow him again. But before that she felt a tug on her arm pulling her up, his cock pressed at her crotch.
“Let me put it in, I’ll make you feel good.”
“No, you’ll tear me apart.”
“...Thank you.” Taking it as a compliment of his dick she turned away. “You’re a model, if you let me, I’ll talk to the boss about choosing you’re group.”
Her expression perked up, the reason she was having sex with him came up. “Are you close with the boss.”
“He’s my uncle.” Saying it as if it was nothing, she blankly stared at him, till eventually turning away from him.
“Alright, but you owe me.” She said blushing.
Bent over her couch her panties were taken from her leaving her nude under the dress.
“Hold on, condoms,” she mumbled, reaching for her purse putting her ass further into the air.
The drunkenness also making him cocky he shoved his full length inside her, reshaping her insides.
“Wait, hold on.” She moaned erotically panting under his thrust, but he responded by gagging her with her panties.
Railed into submission, and used like a cum rag he grabbed onto her arms pushing himself deeper as she was held up. It hurt, but it also felt good to the point she came. And so did he, one inside, and another over her ass and lower dress. Leaving her a tired sore cummy mess.
——
Four uneventful days passed in the blink of an eye only the anticipation and bubbling tension of who would be selected kept her alert, on days like those she lived life on autopilot. Whether answering calls, meeting friends, appearing in advertisements, or sitting in her apartment scrolling through media or reading a book, she did it the same.
Maron do you still read model magazines, and if you do, do you still look at my page. She thought her mind slipped to the thought of her old boyfriend. Would you ever forgive me?
Shaking her head she got angry; someone she was over had still been living rent free in her head, using idioms she once thought were beautiful, to mock her.
“Who cares about you anyway, you’re missing out while I’m living the life we dreamed of.”
With today ending, another began.
Light peaked through the grey clouds raining snow on that day, it was pleasant for a winter day unreflective of the bubbling rage inside. Though they had a calming feeling, she pressed herself against the cold window of the office building. They were all there for a meeting with management and Charters, to announce who got in.
The thought made her angry however she let it out with a sigh, she was duped by a boxer who got a few minute interaction with the CEO. Well it was fun at least, the night out at town, it even got exciting.
Looking for her student who was a few minutes late, she didn’t even have the will to lecture her. Perhaps I was a bit cruel, I don’t want her to become reliant on me, but I guess I can help her out. She thought. I can set her up with a couple of gigs. The manager from this company is obsessed with me. And that past modeling company should still be alive.
Management arrived and they came in with an employee from Charters.
“Hello everyone, basically what I came here to announce is that the agency has been chosen to represent the Charters brand.”
Her eyes perked, and a slight surprise was written over her face.
“We’re still choosing for other sections, but at the moment Laura, and Gloria have been chosen for the special section. That is all.”
“Huh?”
——
Afternoon, she stood at the side of the building blowing out the smoke of a cigarette into the chilly air. She liked its taste, it reminded her of him.
She remembered his tight embrace from behind in the frigid weather, frolicking in the snow fields. Much peace fuller times she wished to forget. I’m over him… right?
Shaking her head, she scattered her thoughts bringing herself back to the present. She had to deal with her modeling issue.
Grinding her teeth she could still remember Laura’s smug smile signifying her loss, it was unlikely she’d get a chance to seduce the CEO.
“Miss Rosaline, sorry I’m late did I miss anything.” It was her student.
Holding two coffees and two donuts her face was slightly reddened from the cold, she let out a sigh at seeing her cute face.
“Make sure not to show up late, a regular job would have fired you.” Groping and pulling at her cheeks, she let out a disturbed moan.
“I’m sorry.” She held her head down. “But the man you set me up with happened to be the CEO’s nephew.”
“That intern, curly head?!” Picking through her memory, she had almost completely forgotten about him.
“Yes, he said he’d hook me up in a good position. Did he keep to his promise?”
Explaining the situation in detail, her expression was ecstatic but slowly turned bittersweet.
“If you’re worrying about me, then I must really be in a bad situation.” Eyeing the two cups in her hands, a bag of donuts were pinched between her fingers.
She took them. Apple fritter and coffee. “I hope you like it, I got it so you wouldn’t feel so bad.”
“I’m increasing your workout routine.” Gloria groaned, she offered her cigarette.
“I don’t smoke.”
“It’s a special occasion.”
“I’ll partake then.” She mumbled under her breath.
Don’t make it weird. “How cute.”
Taking it back and blowing one last alerting puff, she threw it away and went back inside to the warm comfort of the lobby.
“So what do you think this special section is going to be?” She asked, sitting across from her.
“Could be an assortment of things, my suspect is some of the higher quality clothing, or lingerie, it’s likely lingerie.”
“Eeeehhh, I go to college, that’ll be bad for my image.”
“Suck it up, speaking of sucking how was it with the intern guy, did you have fun.”
Flusteredly waving her hands to quiet her, she looked around the lobby to confirm whether someone heard her or not.
“I understand it was necessary, and I still don’t want to… but tonight he wants to invite me again, and I don’t know what to do.”
“... Alright, I have a plan.”
Smiling mischievously, it brought some worry to Gloria’s heart who’d seen that smile before.
——
“I should’ve anticipated this would be your plan.” Embarrassed, she tugged on the cashmere sweater tucked under her tight skirt.
Rose wore something similar with knee socks underneath, they were riding up the elevator to Luca’s apartment where he was waiting.
“It is on brand.”
“Is…” She hesitated like something was caught in her throat for a moment but let it go. “It really okay to do something like this.”
“Giving our bodies for the job?” She asked in an indifferent tone.
“Yes, doesn’t it make you feel dirty.”
“Not particularly. Think of it to other professions, they give up their physical health and appearance for there’s making different sacrifices. It really isn’t much different, we’re just using our bodies for better negotiation.”
“Isn’t there a better way?”
“Probably, we can spend hours talking over meetings that get nowhere, dreading over the smallest things and letting stress erode at us. That’s a method I’ve done before, though it rarely works since your rivals will likely do anything to win, far more than pushing papers.”
That gaze like beaming sunshine adamant in its resolve when she first met her wavering, she was a lot more hesitant.
“Right.”
“Keep your chin up, it’s going to be a fun night.”
Looking out of the window of the expensive apartment suite, for a moment she reminisced.
——
Woman adored her, and men wanted her, a model, so much to the point that some even had the guts to attempt flirting with her in front of Maron.
But it wasn’t always like that, before her looks bloomed like a flower she was at best the common daisy in a field of flowers. Her boyfriend though treated her great, though with his good looks and the woman around him it kept an ill feeling close to her heart. And of course when she got hotter, he treated her the same. He was consistent.
Watching him flip through a magazine he got to the model section filled with ripped men, and an alluring woman. From closely observing his expression, and other magazines in his room he liked scantily clad women.
Yeah, some surprise there. She mocked herself.
Laying on his bed half watching a movie in his room they’d seen before, a thought that would shift her life entered her mind.
“Why don’t I become a model?”
“It seems interesting, I’m rooting for you.” He said half paying attention, but she was serious.
If she became a model it would step up their relationship, he’d have someone to brag about to his friends, and his eyes would be on her.
“Oh yeah what do you think about these clothes?”
“They’re uninteresting.”
“Really?”
Auditions went well and she was put under a model that’d been with the company for a while. Sallie was her name, not a legend, or anyone special but someone you might see in a couple of ads, or the rare tv show. She was easy going only ever making suggestions, and if she complained gave her the final ultimatum. “Quit then, it’d be unfortunate to see you leave, but the job isn’t for everyone.”
Weeks went by and she finally was going to be modeling for a clothing company, showing up in their ad.
It was her moment, she just had to open that door.
“Are you sure you want to do this, you’ll never be able to go back.” Sallie asked leaning against a wall.
“Of course.”
The bridge she was supposed to cross suspended over shaky waters, she sprinted across aiming for that prize on the other side.
Street clothes you’d see on someone on an summer afternoon in the city, they were geared towards young adults. Nothing particularly showy just a white t-shirt, shorts and a checkered dress shirt.
A flash and the dull click of the cameras went off around her, she was dyed in the hypnotic light of the studio. It was strange and invading at first, but she started to like their wanting eyes, and nectar-like words. It was ecstatic.
Those eyes soon followed her at school, aside from Maron’s. His expression turned to that of worry, and regret.
It was the first of two fractures in their relationship.
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