—Present time—
Left in the changing room with Gloria who just arrived, Laura had left to check on the stage. Donut eating Gloria, a cute girl that occasionally got her, her favorite coffee, the college girl once ambitious now faltering. That was because of her, she could only point the blame at herself.
Groaning in misery she contemplated for a time.
“Right, you already have an idea of what the modeling industry is like Gloria.”
“Yeah… it has its good and bad, but nevertheless I enjoy it.” There was hesitation in her voice, but a genuine smile on her face.
“What do you think of this photo shoot.”
“It’s a great opportunity for the company, and us that we worked hard for.”
“Think harder, only about the special edition photo shoot, you're going to be mostly nude and get a lot more attention at school, are you sure you’re ready for this.”
Holding the hem of her skirt tightly in her hand, she had a disheartened gaze.
“It’s not comfortable, honestly it’s a grating feeling, but I don’t want to waste this opportunity.” She was hesitant but determined, not turning away. Yet fear lingered.
“Alright, sit this one out.”
She looked up in surprise. “But management would never accept.”
“I’ll talk it over with them.”
“All the work you put in, to get me ready.”
“You’re still featuring in the regular clothes, and your workload will double. If it doesn’t I’ll make sure of it.”
Cloudy gaze dissipating she seemed relieved.
“...Thank you.” She had that shining smile not as bright as when they first met, but reminiscent.
Leaving for the photo shoot, after making several calls to cancel, they were able to make rearrangements.
Laura smiling smugly she leaned against a wall within ear shot.
“You know people are going to think you stole the spot with underhanded tricks.” Laura joked.
“Heh, your acting like that’s something unusual.”
“I think you did the right thing.”
They changed scenes, even though it was a photo shoot it was also an ad.
Flash of the camera dyeing them in that loving light, they moved in different poses changing sets of lingerie between breaks. Breast pushed against each other holding a teddy bear, they looked towards the camera. Lustful gazes aimed at the two of them, they relished it.
I’ll never get tired of this. This ecstasy, those eyes, it truly is lovely.
Holding a rose in hand she reached towards the sky.
Special addition finished, the regular clothing and items took time out of the next two days, where the two special addition models also featured amongst the other models.
“Alright, that's a wrap, thanks for your modeling.”
It ended and away from most eyes the CEO approached. “You’ve created a lot of headaches for me, with a sudden shift in schedule.”
“It worked out in the end, right?” She made excuses.
“I’m expecting a lot of compensation.”
“You don’t mind if I’m included in your compensation.” Laura interjected.
“Of course, the more the merrier.”
——
Office illuminated by the soft glow of light, and those of the dazzling city below which looked down on a lot of Toronto. However it wasn’t the top, there were still places to go.
The wet sounds of love echoing, they shared glasses of champagne, taking turns pleasuring the CEO. He seemed to be having a tough time keeping up with the two of them.
“What’s wrong, is this old man finally showing his years.”
“He seems to be lacking the fitting stamina, he boasted about.”
“I’m thirty-two!” Thrusting harder into Laura who rode her, juices leaked onto his lap.
Rosaline on her knees on the leather coach he used to relax on she kissed him, letting him play with her exposed breast.
Both of them in a night blue lingerie he requested from his company, they had already all cummed once. Her from his hand, Laura from his tongue massaging her clit, and him down her throat.
A shrill moan of pleasure he ejaculated deep within her, slowly moving her tight cunt off of him only to move onto Rosaline.
Ramming down her ass, his schlong pierced deep into her cunt, spreading flesh. Face twisting in ecstasy, he grabbed her wrist pulling her down faster and deeper.
Laura shoved her tits in his face.
Several minutes of fast paced fucking leaving them sore he made sure they cummed again whether by his schlong or the technique of his hands. The two models made sure to milk him dry ending with him spraying cum over the clothing.
The door opened to his office. In a building that should be mostly empty at midnight, in his office where most people did not dare step in without being called.
It was a woman near there age, possibly a model with her beauty.
“Santiago I know your ego is as large as your cock, but even three is pushing it.”
“You’re getting into your years, has that cock finally swapped with your brain.”
The two models evaluated the situation, lightly joking while he stiffened. It was his fiancé.
—10 days later—
Snow had settled into the city and sunshine peeked through grey clouds. It was a testament that even the world was against him, and the damp feeling in his chest. However he shook it off with a hearty smile.
“Uncle Santiago, what’re your plans from here on, the company is turning against you in a salvaging effort.” The intern asked his uncle.
“Let it happen, we’ve shaken a lot of investors, even a formal apology could make little difference. It’s Canada after all, they sprinkle them on everything.”
“It seems wrong not to try… what about your fiancé?”
“...Gone, with no chance of coming back.”
“I’m sorry boss.”
“Don’t worry, it seems instead of standing at the top of Toronto, soon I’ll be cast out. It was my mistake to forget roses have thorns.” He let out a dampened chuckle.
——
Pressing her thumb on the band aid on her cheek, she smoothed it over reminding herself to change it so it wouldn’t scar.
Blowing cigarette smoke into the wind on the top of the renowned bar, in the summer it functioned as an extra floor, but with winter rolling around the stands were left unattended. Left in plastic wrap to preserve it for next season, or bare to leave to the elements. Rosaline sat on one of the snow cleaned edges, looking over the street.
It was relaxing even to the turmoil of emotions inside. She released them with a sigh, it wasn’t the first time, it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
Ten days ago the fiancé of the CEO was enraged at finding him sleeping with the models, broke the champagne bottle off a wall causing glass shards to shower them, they were all uninjured aside from her cheek.
If it left off there things would be fine.
After leaving the office in a hurry, in the coming days the situation evolved into a scandal. Once the media got a hold of it, investors fled Charters, nearly sinking the company. Fortunately the specifics of which models he was caught with weren’t announced, so she avoided public backlash. Though it was still their modeling agency, and they had to punish someone. So she was suspended for two months.
“A bunch of hypocrites.” Rosaline groaned. “Well whatever, it was fun.”
So now she was at the bar during the day, waiting as afternoon slipped into night. It’d been awhile since she’d been there, and she was invited by Bennett.
“Well it’s important to maintain relationships.”
Light sprinkling snow starting up at the orange twilight of the day, she moved positions leaning against some cover. Spring would come soon, the season of new beginnings, where what was once the old is used to furnish the new. If the old would pass on.
Days like these she wondered what Maron was up to, was he doing well, does he still play with that camera, had he noticed her at all.
“Rosaline.” Bennett called out to her.
“I was getting tired of waiting.”
“I see you still like vague directions.”
“Can’t help it, what’s the occasion, did you get lonely?”
“Yeah, it’d be great if you warm up my lonely heart…” She laughed and for a short time but he only gave a bitter smile.
She was his ideal woman, someone he could only dream of getting, and it stayed that way. A dream, but with passing days as friendship progressed he learned. She wasn’t exactly his ideal, or more of that person simply didn’t exist. Nevertheless.
“Rosaline, despite recent events, I want to ask, will you go out with me?”
A question he’d asked before, the first time love struck not understanding her true nature, now more aware what’d he’d face. Nevertheless, he wanted to know.
Untied hair gently pushed in the wind, she pushed it behind her ear. She was a woman befitting a the model status, in both elegance, and beauty.
“Are you willing to accept me despite all the dirty things I’ve done, I’m sure you’ve heard of the recent incidents.”
He hesitated for a moment but gave a firm nod. “I don’t like it, but nobody is perfect.”
A glancing smile from across the rooftop she gave a firm answer, the same one she gave in college. “No.”
“I thought so.” He accepted it with a conceding smile.
“You’re a much better friend, you listen to all my problems.”
“I can’t do that anymore.”
Slightly frowning she looked at him in disbelief, as he said words similar to what only one other man said before. “Huh? What do you mean?”
“I’m in the process of… no, I’m dating Chloe.”
Disgruntled, she organized her scattering thoughts reaffirmed by the longing gazes Chloe gave before.
“So you’re going to settle for less.”
“That’s a harsh way of describing your friend, would Maron have wanted this.”
“Enough! Just go back to being the Bennett I know, the Bennett I cared about. Why’re you being an asshole.” She pleaded with him having her face turned down.
“When I got into that fight to protect you, you smiled, you looked like you were having the time of your life while I was getting the shit beaten out of me!”
She stayed silent.
“I can’t do this anymore, I wish you would just go back to how you were before.”
“Then let’s do that, you break up with Chloe, and we can start over.”
“I can’t, that’s not how things work, you don’t just get a do over… It’s become impossible to ignore your actions.” He turned away from the woman that closed the distance between them.
“Don’t leave like he did.” She muttered. “I couldn’t help it, I’ve been neglected my whole life shunned away and deserted by Maron. I know it was wrong, and maybe I shouldn’t of done all those things dragging others down to my level. Maybe I should of listened to Maron… but he set me up for this.” Her bitter tone changed to something more reveling. “Once I got a taste it was hard to stop, their attention, their gazes… their love, I loved their love they gave me, it’s what I needed to live. Greater proof of their love is their sacrifice men have paid large sums of money, hurt one another, abandoned family and lovers for me. It’s ecstatic.”
“That’s senseless.” He said in disdain pulling away. “I hope you diverge from the course your on… goodbye.”
He departed under her empty eyed stare, one of cold contempt slowly melting into something more melancholic.
He’d never understand, no one does. Not him not Maron. That damn Maron leaving me after everything he’s done, if only you’d come back.
——
As a child she remembered listening to the song ‘Plastic Love’, it was something you could vaguely understand even if you didn’t understand Japanese. That was love was like, plastic, it was all plastic, a malleable, different form shaping thing, which could be anything, whether high value, or low. It was all senseless. She found it senseless.
Like clockwork hitting the twelfth hour of the day, the frosty kiss of winter each winter, or the rising of that luminescent moon in the dark sky. Those recurring acts she faced as well; she thought she broke free of them, that she would never do it again. However that welling sadness had to be quelled, and an addiction met.
In college after her breakup with Maron she indulged in a dating spree switching from one adoring man to the next, sometimes within weeks of meeting. Those weeks turned to hours as she began skipping the dating part. That love was overwhelming, and the reputation, so she dropped out. Many man followed, meeting their own down-spirals, sometimes she aimed for only those in relationships, seducing them. It’s how her first modeling agency fell into bankruptcy.
Now back at her apartment she was receiving that love, whether in her mouth, over her chest, on her ass, or in her. They sprayed their love, doctors, lawyers, office workers, students, celebrities. It filled that empty spot in her chest, but soon that void was there again.
I really do miss you Maron, what am I supposed to do without you. Those nights continued on.
The End
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