blondie.
When the makeup artist and I are alone
in the dressing room, she orders me to sit. “Luckily, because you
have balls, I don’t have to do a lot to you,” she says to me,
getting a pasty makeup ready for me by mixing colors together. “You
wouldn’t believe the shit these girls have to put on every day
before they shoot.”
I open the magazine right
at the end of mine and Evan’s office shoot. I’m standing over her,
cupping her ass. At least she looks like she’s having a good time. I quickly close it
again. Now I know why Evan never looks at issues. I looked… well, I
looked creepy. I have no idea how chicks find this
professor-student role play shit attractive.
Granted, it was fun as hell to
shoot.
I glance over at the artist’s makeup
kit as she starts wiping stuff on my face. It reads NORA. “Nora,
why do the models hate Rylan?”
She chuckles. “Why do you
ask?”
I shrug.
“ Not all of them do.
Delilah loves Rylan.”
“ So are the temp models
just jealous of her?”
Nora shakes her head. “I don’t think
it’s that. If you haven’t noticed, Rylan has a fuck-it-all kind of
attitude that makes her come off as nonchalant. Like she doesn’t
care about modeling, she just does it to make money. And to be
honest, that’s the truth. She’s gorgeous and knows how to work the
camera and uses it to her advantage. The other girls—they see that
she doesn’t really want it. They hate her for it.”
I think about this as Britain drives
me over to the abandoned gym, where we’re going to be shooting
today.
“ Evan said that she wanted
to go over with the scouts and get ready at the site,” she explains
to me. “I guess she’s hoping to get in character before you
arrive.”
I study her. “Why do you look so
smug?”
She obviously tries to play it cool as
we pull into the parking lot. “It’s just funny to me.”
“ Yeah, lots of things are
funny to me too.”
“ How you guys are both
totally into each other and to hide it you’re playing up the whole
‘co-worker’ thing.”
What right does this chick think she
has to say what I feel? “Dude, Britain. I have a girlfriend, how
many times do I have to…”
“ Dude , Dallas.” She opens her door and slides out of the car. “Now
is the time to acknowledge your feelings for Evan before you do
something stupid. Yeah?” She slams the door.
I get out of the car to
follow her, to ask her what the fuck she means by before I do something stupid , but she’s walking way too fast, probably because she
doesn’t want my confrontation. By the time I start jogging to her,
we’re already inside, rounding the bend to the open women’s locker
room, to the showers…
Evan sits on top one of the low shower
walls as the scouting team sets up the lighting around her, soaking
wet and topless.
Completely topless.
Water drips over her chest. I can tell
from here that her pink nipples couldn’t be harder.
Waiting.
She’s waiting for me.
Last night I was the deviant. But
today, I’m putty in her hands.
Britain snorts. “Go on. Go join your
‘co-worker.’”
Chapter Nine
Evan
Dallas isn’t leaving. This issue
proves that he’s now a permanent member of EPE.
And the only way I can deal with him
is giving in completely. To treat him as a sex object on set. To
get fully used to him.
Plus, dumbfounded looks
like the one he’s giving me now are priceless .
“ You heard the lady,”
Britain says, shaking her head at me. She looks very entertained.
Very. “Strip.”
“ Wait. All the way?”
Dallas stutters. I love to see him caught off guard like
this.
“ Unless you have a problem
with that,” Britain says bluntly, squatting and unzipping her
camera case.
“ No, I don’t. Have a
problem. I’m fine.”
Britain and I exchange looks, and I
smirk, sliding down from the wall. The shower head is all sorts of
fucked, so when I turn it on again, the stream goes berserk,
shooting outward in a lighter spray instead of a
When the makeup artist and I are alone
in the dressing room, she orders me to sit. “Luckily, because you
have balls, I don’t have to do a lot to you,” she says to me,
getting a pasty makeup ready for me by mixing colors together. “You
wouldn’t believe the shit these girls have to put on every day
before they shoot.”
I open the magazine right
at the end of mine and Evan’s office shoot. I’m standing over her,
cupping her ass. At least she looks like she’s having a good time. I quickly close it
again. Now I know why Evan never looks at issues. I looked… well, I
looked creepy. I have no idea how chicks find this
professor-student role play shit attractive.
Granted, it was fun as hell to
shoot.
I glance over at the artist’s makeup
kit as she starts wiping stuff on my face. It reads NORA. “Nora,
why do the models hate Rylan?”
She chuckles. “Why do you
ask?”
I shrug.
“ Not all of them do.
Delilah loves Rylan.”
“ So are the temp models
just jealous of her?”
Nora shakes her head. “I don’t think
it’s that. If you haven’t noticed, Rylan has a fuck-it-all kind of
attitude that makes her come off as nonchalant. Like she doesn’t
care about modeling, she just does it to make money. And to be
honest, that’s the truth. She’s gorgeous and knows how to work the
camera and uses it to her advantage. The other girls—they see that
she doesn’t really want it. They hate her for it.”
I think about this as Britain drives
me over to the abandoned gym, where we’re going to be shooting
today.
“ Evan said that she wanted
to go over with the scouts and get ready at the site,” she explains
to me. “I guess she’s hoping to get in character before you
arrive.”
I study her. “Why do you look so
smug?”
She obviously tries to play it cool as
we pull into the parking lot. “It’s just funny to me.”
“ Yeah, lots of things are
funny to me too.”
“ How you guys are both
totally into each other and to hide it you’re playing up the whole
‘co-worker’ thing.”
What right does this chick think she
has to say what I feel? “Dude, Britain. I have a girlfriend, how
many times do I have to…”
“ Dude , Dallas.” She opens her door and slides out of the car. “Now
is the time to acknowledge your feelings for Evan before you do
something stupid. Yeah?” She slams the door.
I get out of the car to
follow her, to ask her what the fuck she means by before I do something stupid , but she’s walking way too fast, probably because she
doesn’t want my confrontation. By the time I start jogging to her,
we’re already inside, rounding the bend to the open women’s locker
room, to the showers…
Evan sits on top one of the low shower
walls as the scouting team sets up the lighting around her, soaking
wet and topless.
Completely topless.
Water drips over her chest. I can tell
from here that her pink nipples couldn’t be harder.
Waiting.
She’s waiting for me.
Last night I was the deviant. But
today, I’m putty in her hands.
Britain snorts. “Go on. Go join your
‘co-worker.’”
Chapter Nine
Evan
Dallas isn’t leaving. This issue
proves that he’s now a permanent member of EPE.
And the only way I can deal with him
is giving in completely. To treat him as a sex object on set. To
get fully used to him.
Plus, dumbfounded looks
like the one he’s giving me now are priceless .
“ You heard the lady,”
Britain says, shaking her head at me. She looks very entertained.
Very. “Strip.”
“ Wait. All the way?”
Dallas stutters. I love to see him caught off guard like
this.
“ Unless you have a problem
with that,” Britain says bluntly, squatting and unzipping her
camera case.
“ No, I don’t. Have a
problem. I’m fine.”
Britain and I exchange looks, and I
smirk, sliding down from the wall. The shower head is all sorts of
fucked, so when I turn it on again, the stream goes berserk,
shooting outward in a lighter spray instead of a
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