Cover-girl, Super Model, .... or NOT!

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cover-girl, Super Model, .... or NOT!
RedhairedandFriendly and sail away
sail away thought of this story and asked me to lead off with the first post. Please PM either one of us if you would care to join. We will need many players off and on throughout the thread, thus leaving possibilities for short term or long term play.​

A young girl leaves her home in a midwestern town and drives to L.A. looking for a career as a legitimate model. She’s very pretty and has done a little modeling in skimpy swim suits. She modeled in front of tractors and showed off some power tools for the local hardware shop. Nothing special but that got her wondering about making it as a real model, so off she goes to L.A! She’s not dumb, but she’s never left her small midwestern town either.

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Molly looked at the beat up one bedroom home before her. It had taken almost all of her savings to purchase it, but she had refused to try and pay the outrageous fees that they asked for the apartments in the heart of LA. She would eventually work her way to the top, she knew she had it in her. She came from a small town and was the most sought after girll in the Tri-county area for the commercials and the pamphlets that the local business used to advertise. She was even Miss Onion girl for three years in a row and had held the crown for Miss Turtleback Days for two consecutive years.

Pushing open the rickety gate that almost fell off its hinges, Molly walked up the broken sidewalk and noted the grass was in need for a through mowing. She walked up the broken steps, noticed the cobwebs crisscrossing here and there on the porch. Before she had even reached the door she could smell the odor that came from the inside. “Good god,” she thought to herself. Reaching for the iron door knob she dropped her bags, inserted the shiny brass key into the shiny new brass door lock and opened her front door.

Walking inside Molly scanned the trash that had been left behind the previous owners. Her mind for only about the hundredth time, tried to get her to return back, suck up her pride, tuck her tail between her legs, and go home. She refused to do that, and dragged her suitcase inside. She glanced back at the old pick-up truck that was loaded down with her sparse furniture, shrugging her shoulders she realized the first thing she'd have to do was clean the living room, that way she could at least, haul all the furniture inside.

Taking her suitcase to her bedroom, trying not to throw-up from the smells that radiated from the bathroom, she mentally kicks herself for agreeing to purchase a home site-unseen, but she had been in a hurry, and the price had been right. Going back outside and taking a deep breath, she walked back to the trunk and grabbed a clothes basket from the passenger side of the car. Turning around she took a quick look at the neighborhood. Everyone's lawn was small, almost the same size as hers, however all the houses looked cared for and loved, she knew that she would have to get her's up to snuff, if she was going to try and live here.

Breathing deep Molly moved back to the bathroom, deciding the living-room could wait a little longer. She put on the yellow scrub brushes, pulled the sponges, scouring pads, wash clothes and towels from the bucket. Setting all the other things in the hall, she grabbed a bottle of bleach from the basket as well and began to disinfect the toilet, sink, tub and walls of the bathroom, by the time she was finished with everything, her eyes burned. Looking into the mirror she groaned and rolled her eyes. “If an agent called me right now for a job... they'd laugh in my face.“ Staring back at her were the bluest eyes imaginable, however right now they were red, swollen and bloodshot from the aroma of bleach. Her face, normally creamy with just a hint of pink, now was red and blotchy. The long blonde locks that hung on her shoulders and would flow like silk when she tossed her head for the camera, now hung limp and sloppy in a pony-tail. Stinking her tongue out at herself, she left the bathroom for some air and headed to the truck for a beer from the cooler.

Opening up the bottle she took a long swig and headed back to the porch. This time she didn't go back inside, it was only 11:00 in the morning, she'd have plenty of time to work on the living room and get the furniture in. The sun was out, the birds were chirping and if she needed to pee... her bathroom was clean. Her mamma had said, “You can tell a person's hygiene by their bathroom, and their cooking skills by their kitchen.“ Molly remembered what the kitchen of her new house looked like and laughed out-loud, “Well mom if having a dirty kitchen means you can cook... the people that lived her must have been gourmet chefs!“

 

[sail away]

…”Hello, anyone home?”

OOC:
My character is Bill (or Billy). He’s a mechanic at a seedy garage, and lives in a small rented house across the street from our hereon.

IC:
I was spread out on the couch watching some dumb show on TV, trying to recover after working a full shift plus 5 hours of overtime yesterday. Every part of my body was sore! Fortunately it was Saturday and I could just sleep all weekend.

For about an hour now I thought I heard some commotion from across the street. Could someone be moving into that old abandoned house? There’s been a For Sale sign there for about three years. I decided to get up, not an easy task in my state, get myself another beer from the frig and peek out the window to see what was going on. After opining the beer and taking a swig, I looked out my window and, believe it or not, there was an old puck-up loaded with furniture parked across the street and the door to the house was open. I wondered h who was moving in. By the looks of that old beat up truck it must be some red neck.

I just stud their watching for any movement. Then I saw her walk out the front door to the truck. Damn! I almost dropped my beer! What a babe! But what’s a girl like that doing in a neighborhood like this. Then I figured that she must be some lucky bustard’s girlfriend.

I watched her walk to the truck and try to carry in a bug box. By the looks of things she seemed to be alone. I figured I’d walk across the street and find out. I’ll just be the friendly neighbor making a welcome call. I realized that, after not showering for two days, I was in no condition to make a good impression someone like that. I jumped in the shower and took the fastest shower on record, then a quick pass with the electric shaver. Then I brushed my teeth to try to hide the sent of beer. I found the only clean T shirt I had and put on a pair shorts. Looking in the mirror I decided that this will have to do.

I opened my front door, walked across the street, and stepped up to the house,…”Hello, anyone home?” I called out.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

”Hello, anyone home?”

Molly was standing behind the house, looking at the overgrown weeds, the misshaped doghouse and the rusted roof alumninum shed. "Hello, anyone home?" she heard the sound of some man's voice coming from the direction of the front house.

She groaned, took the last swallow of her beer, before she headed towards the voice, "Great," she thought. "I haven't been here less then 4 hours and someone was all ready gonna complain about the place." Coming around the corner she sees a man standing on her porch. Looking at him she notices the beer in his hand as well and chuckles to herself thinking, "That obviously 11:00am isn't too early for others to have a good beer either." She knows she shouldn't be drinking, it only added pounds, but she'd work it off later, when she went for a jog.

"Can I help you?" Molly asked the man, as she moved up to her porch and stood beside her door. Her denim shorts hugged her ass, and her little tube top kept her firm breasts comfortably hidden and concealed. She looked at the man noticing his t-shirt, white and clean, "Well that was a plus," she thought to herself, as she checked out the cut offs he was wearing. He just stood there gawking at her breasts, she blew the blonde curls from her face and asked him again, "Can I help you?"

 

[sail away]

"...could give you a hand"

I stood at the front door for a moment as she walked up to me. Damn…she looked like a dream! She looked even better up close then from across the street. Tight tights, tight midsection, tanned lags, and a sexy tube top covering her, no doubt, firm ample chest. I wasn’t trying to be obvious, but I haven’t seen many babes like this, except on beer commercials or in a few of the porn videos that I rent sometimes.

I was broken from my trance when she said, for the second time, “Can I help you?” This time she seemed to sound a bit annoyed. I got a hold of my self and said, “Ummm….Well, actually, I was wondering if I could help you.” I continued, “My name’s Bill and I live across the street. I saw you moving in and I thought I could give you a hand.”

As I wanted for her answer, I wondered if some 250lb boyfriend would suddenly show up telling me to get lost.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Molly looked him up and down and then back to her pick up. Shrugging her shoulders she said, "Sure. Excuse the dump." She walked in and could still smell the odor of bleach coming from the bathroom. "Who were the people that lived here?"

She led the man into the house and then turned to him, "I'm Molly by the way." Looking around she kicked some old empty boxes from the middle of the room, and said, "Let's just move everything from the truck into this room, and later I'll move it where I want it. This is gonna suck, but it has to be done."

Molly turned and walked outside, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She heard the man follow her out and she put her empty beer bottle in the trash can that was dented and barely standing, seeming to rest along the rickety fence.

Going to the back of the pick-up she lifts the latch and jerks up on the tail-gate, then slams the gate down, bits of rust falling loose to the ground, "Shit, damn thing is falling apart. What's your name again?"

 

[sail away]

I walked in to the house with the girl. There was a strange odor in the air, a combination of a bleach, a musty smell, and I thought I could just small some perfume as she stood next to me.

"Who were the people that lived here?" she asked in an inquisitive tone. “There was a guy living here before.”, I responded. I paused and continued, “The word around the neighborhood was that he got arrested for dealing, and missed the payments on the house while he was in prison, so the bank took it over.” Then I hesitantly mentioned, “This isn’t Beverley Hills you know.”

She turned to me and introduced herself to me. I smiled and thought how that name seemed to fit her.

After the quick introductions she mentioned about moving the things from the truck into the main room, and I watched her as she started shoving a few boxes out of the way. Then she bent over to move a larger one. That tight ass was right in front of me and I couldn’t help but to take in the site! Damn she just made my day!

As we walked out to her truck I watched that tight ass move hoping that she would not catch me. Once their she asked me my name which caught me off guard a bit, considering that I just introduced myself before. “Billy”, I responded. I got the impression that she was a bit upset about something, may be she was just nervous about moving into a new place or could it be me? Maybe it was the way that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Maybe I better play it straight, I thought to myself!

After about half an hour of moving her things (she didn’t have that much to move), I turned to her and said, “Hey, can I treat you to a pizza tonight?” I paused and then said, “Think of it as a house warming present.” I hoped that she would take me up on the offer because I wanted to be friends with her. I admit that at first my eyes practically popped out of my head when I first saw her but now I figured that she might need someone that she can trust after moving in to a strange neighborhood.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Molly looked at Bill, she knew the cash and credit she had would be spilled into this place and before long if she didn't find a job, she'd be begging food from strangers. She shrugged her shoulders, "Sure why not, I don't have any plans, and I don't know anyone."

Molly could tell he was interested in her, but she really just wanted to get settled, find a job and get the hell out of dodge and into those high priced penthouses she had seen in a magazine. Her eyes covered the sparse furniture, a sofa sleeper, a black and white TV that sat on a cart. Her grandmother's antique rocking chair. looked at home in the corner by the window. She had one end table and one lap. A small card table that Molly knew she would enjoy her salad's from, while she sat on one of the two aluminum fold-up chairs. Boxers were stacked against the wall, and in their she had her portfolios and her one special thing no-one knew about. Her own little hobby of sorts, her parents would die if they knew what the apple of their eye did in her free time.

Shaking her head, dreams of leather couches and silk clothes danced in her head. "Well, Bill. It is only 1:00 and if you swing by here around 5, then its a deal. Pizza sounds great! I'll put this place in somewhat of an ordered state and then take a shower."

Walking Bill to the door she thanked him, and waved as he headed back to her place. "Oh Shit!!" Bill stopped and looked at her. Molly ran to the truck and opened the door, pulling out a blue plastic carrier with holes in the sides, she set it on the sidewalk. Opening it up, she pulled out her puppy. The golden retriever was just 10 weeks old and Molly held him close, apologizing for not getting to him faster. She bent over and looked inside his little carrier his water and food were fine, so a small amount of her guilt was lifted from her shoulders. Walking back towards Bill she said, "Bill meet Max," Max looked at the new person and struggled to go towards him, "Well he seems to like you. See you around 5. okay?"

 

[sail away]

As I helped Molly to carry in her things into the house I couldn’t help but to notice how low cost the things were. I started to wonder about her financial situation. That along with the fact that she was obviously on her own for the first time made me wonder if she was going to be ok.

I wasn’t trying to be inquisitive, but I couldn’t resist trying to figure out what was in the many boxes. I picked up one box which was open and I could see many pictures of her. Some seemed obviously just snapshots, but others seemed to be professionally done. I wondered why she had so many pictures of herself. I put the box down in the house and looked over my shoulder and I realized that I had just a moment to sneak a peek and flip through the photos while Molly was still out by the truck. I just flipped thought a few of them and stopped at one that made my eyes pop out! At first I almost didn’t realize that it was her! She was all made up and was warring a tiny yellow string bikini and she was leaning over a riding mower. It looked like her tits were about to fall out of the tinny top she had on. Damn!..I thought. She must be a model or something. Concerned that I would get caught, I stood up and walked out to the truck again. As I stepped up to the truck, with Molly next to it, I imagined her with that bikini on.

As I picked up the next box I noticed that Molly quickly looked at me and seemed to be a bit concerned. I figured that there were fragile things in this box. It was also the only box that was taped shut. “I’ll be careful.”, I said.

We were finishing things up when she suddenly seemed to be highly concerned about something. She went to the cab of the truck and came out holding a very friendly puppy to her chest. The sight of the puppy and Molly’s affection for it brought a smile to my face! After Molly introduced us I reached out my hand to pet the puppy, and Molly smiled at me as I did. As we stood there I started to wonder if she had forgotten about dinner tonight, but just then she suggested that I come around at 5, and I smiled and said “Sounds great!” We parted for the moment and we each went back in out respective houses.

I spent the rest of the afternoon frantically cleaning up my place, food crumbs, empty beer cans, old car parts, and just junk. I also cleaned out a vacuumed my red ’82 Mustang GT. I wanted my car and this place to look presentable for the new neighbor. I jumped in the shower then as I got ready for dinner I wondered how things would turn out. I decided to not hit on her because she seemed to be nervous about being in a strange place. I figured that she just needs a friend for now. But I was wondering where she came from and what she’s doing here for a job. Is she really a model, a wana be, or was that picture just a coincidence? I was wondering if she was one of the thousands of girls coming to L.A. every year trying to break into the modeling business. As I straitened my tie I wondered if she would be one of the 99% who would fail, or even worse—wind up in the porn business as so many, desperate for money, do. Living in this city, all your life, you get to know how things work.

I took one last look in the mirror and wondered if all these questions would come out over dinner. I stepped out the door, walked across the street, and knocked on Molly’s door.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

After Bill left, Molly took Max out to the back yard and put him down. The tall grass that needed mowed almost over shadowed the puppy. Bending down she kissed his head and headed inside, to fish out a bowl for his water and his food. Finding both, she walked back out and watered and fed her best friend. Ruffling his fur, she turned and walked back through the house, looking through the window she double checked that the front gate was closed, so Max couldn't get out.

Then Molly began to work on her kitchen. She worked at cleaning the counters, sinks and stove. Along with emptying the refrigerator of musty old and moldy food, she once more felt bile roiling in her stomach. By the time her kitchen was clean, she had carried out two garbage bags full of trash and discarded food. Molly wasn't afraid of hard work, but she sure didn't like it.

Molly continued working through out her house. She moved the card table and the two chairs into the kitchen, setting them under the pretty picture window. She pulled out a pair of lacy pink curtains and hung them above the curtains, the sun sparkled through the room and danced across the now immaculate floor and shiny counters.

Taking a deep breath she smelled the lemony scent of the kitchen and then noticed the time. She quickly put away the yellow plastic gloves, and grabbed a soda from the cooler. Molly opened her back door, double checked on Max, and thought to herself, that she would bring him inside while she was gone, not yet trusting the neighborhood. Picking him up she and Max walked back inside.

She put Max in the bathroom with her, and she jumped in the shower. Turning on the water she adjusted the temperature and then pulled the knob to start the shower instead of the water falling from the spicket. The water covered her body and she reached for her shampoo. She washed the smell of bleach and lemon cleaner and sweat from her body. Soon she felt a wet nose on her leg, looking dow she saw Max staring at her. Using her foot she pushed him, back and continued her bath, "Silly pup." Shutting off the water Molly, pulled back the curtain and wrapped herself in a plush white towel.

Moving to her room, leaving Max in the bathroom. She walked outside and grabbed his waterbowl and food dish. Then slipped back into the house, thankful that her back yard was surrounded by a thick row of bushes and pine trees. She figured once the yard was mowed, she'd be able to sun bath out here, perhaps naked if she was able to rig up something private in one section of the yard. She didn't want any tan lines on her body.

Molly put the dishes in with the puppy, then headed to the box of clothes she had moved into the bedroom. Though the home was only 1 bedroom, it was a spacious one. It wasn't as dirty as the rest of the home, so Molly knew she wouldn't have to much work in here, but right now, she didn't even have a bed. Pulling out a pair of cut-off jeans and a pink spaghetti strap top, she pulled them up over her ass and her tits.

Using her hands she cupped them, "Well, they look good in a bikini, so I should get a modeling job somewhere."

Molly dropped her breasts and slipped her shoes in her sandles, hearing the doorbell, she grabbed her lipgloss, ran it over her lips and headed towards the door. Little Max's yips and barks, made her giggle as she opened the door and saw Bill. Her eyes widened as she ran her eyes over his body. "Well, I thought it was a night for Pizza, not a 5-star restaurant," she smiled as her fingers slide under the tie and flipped it up.

 

[sail away]

I smiled as Molly made her sassy remark and flipped my tie. “Well,…I can’t afford a five stare restaurant, but I just want you to know that I do have some class.”, I said in a playful tone. While I we were standing at the door making small talk I couldn’t help noticing—again—how pretty she was, a real angel face! A real hart melted! I also couldn’t help notice that she didn’t seem to be wearing a bra under that thin pink top! I diverted my eyes hoping that she didn’t catch me glancing at her full breasts and partly erect nipples thought the thin material of her top. But then it acquired to me that may be she wanted me too! Maybe I had her wrong. By her looks I assumed that she was a shy timid girl, but now I wasn’t so sure! I looked at her and smirked.

I took a deep breath and let it out and said, “We can go in my car. And on the way I’ll give you a little tour of the locality.” We walked to my shiny red custom Mustang and I opened the door for her. I got in, started the car, dropped it in gear, and we were off! I drove by the grocery and adjacent coin laundry—I thought that she would need to know were the necessities are.

The Neon lights were just going on at the mall as I pulled in. I glanced at Molly and thought “…girls love the mall as much as boys!” I pulled into a parking space and said, “Well this is it. The Pizza place is in the mall.” We got out and I escorted her through the large indoor mall. We passed by a number of shops on the way to the pizza place, including many high priced clothing shops and the “Fredric’s of Hollywood” shop with manikins showing lacy thongs and string panties. As we passed by I thought I noticed a grin on Molly’s face.

After a short walk we made it to “Papa’s Pizza”, found a table, and sat down at a corner booth. We could smell fresh Pizza being baked and there were two guys throwing Pizza dough behind the counter. “Well, what do you think of my ‘little’ town.” I mentioned.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Molly looked around the pizza place. "This is nice. I grew up in a small town out in the Midwest and we had a pizza joint, that all us local people would hang out at. Julie's Pizza. I worked there for awhile, it was a cool gig."

Looking up she sees the waiter approaching and they agree to order a Pepporoni and Cheese pizza, with extra sauce and cheese. Molly glances through the white banisters that surround the pizza place, seperating it from the rest of the food court. The fountain in the center of the mall, she can see glimpses of, the stero speakers quietly play a number from one of the newest Pop groups and soon she relaxes into the evening.

"So, how long have you lived in the house your at, Bill?" Molly asks her hand resting on her chin, as she sips the soda, that the server had brought earlier.

 

[sail away]

IC:
I had trouble taking my eyes of Molly. She looked so good; her soft face with a few freckles and innocent look, her baby blue eyes, her honey blond hair, her lightly tanned arms, and her budding chest covered by the stretch material of her top. Just like the “girl next door”. Damn! She IS the girl next door! I smiled at that thought!

There was a slight pause after she asked her question as I came back to reality. “Umm…All my life.”, I responded, trying not to conspicuous. “Yea…I hang at the beach, know a lot of clubs, know a lot of friends.”, I paused, then, continued…”I get around.”

Since I first saw her moving in earlier today, I wondered what she was doing here. I nonchalantly asked, “So what brings you here?”

OOC:
Sorry for taking so long to post. Been REALLY busy.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Molly blushed at Bill's question, “Well, I'm here for what every woman that comes here is for, fame and fortune.”

She noticed Bill's sigh and his look of “oh another one of those,” but she didn't mind. If she didn't make it she didn't make it, she had her own home and that was saying something, at least she didn't have to worry about that. Molly also knew she was thrifty, so her finances would be ok once she landed that first gig, in the meantime she'd find a job part-time during the evenings.

“I know that look, you've heard it all before. I'm going to try anyway. What else do I have to lose. I've done some modeling at home, no it isn't anything like they do here, but a girl has to start somewhere.”

Bill hadn't said much to her at this point so she just continued to explain her master plan. “I don't expect to walk into Platinum Enterprises and say, “Hey I'm the next Cindy Crawford!” I'm not lame or ignorant. I'll have to start out small, find a new photographer from the area, do a few more head shots and a few more bikini poses, but once I'm done with that, I'll hunt up an agent. I've thought this through and I'm going to do my best.”



OOC: No biggie ... real life is 110 X's more important then Lit.

 

[sail away]

I raised my eyebrow a bit when Molly mentioned her modeling “career goals”. I tried not to be conspicuous, but this must be the hundredth time I’ve heard a girl say this.

I didn’t want to tell her the sorted details of some of the stories that I’ve heard from girls I’ve know that fell into the same trap. Most of the “photographers” or “agents” they find are just crooks. They’re ether after money or sex. The few that are legitimate have tons of girls on their books and don’t need more.

I glanced off to the side when I remembered hearing about an agent from before. I don’t know him personally, but he’s been in the news a few times. He’s a big agent for porn stairs. Porn is big business in this town, so this guy’s name comes up sometimes. Girls usually go to him when they strike out in the legitimate modeling business.

I looked at Molly and said, “Just be careful. This town has a lot of underhanded characters around…you know” I hoped that the little girl from the Midwest would take my advise, but I know that she is probably blinded by the stairs in her eyes.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Molly looked at him, "I'm not an idiot, and I'm not planning on becoming one anytime soon. I never have been and I know what I'm doing." She knew she sounded defensive, but she had heard the same thing, or close to it from her mom and dad when she left home.

Finishing her pizza she could tell she had damaged the mood, "Look, I'm sorry. If I don't make it, I'll survive. I'm not like most girls, I know not everyone will make it, but if I don't try... well then I'll never know."

Standing up, she took his hand, in her's. "Come on Bill, you need to show me what this lovely town has to offer."

Hooking her arm through his, she looked at the sites of the mall while Bill entertained her. She liked the feel of his arm beside hers and the sound of his voice as they wandered around.