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AnnieD
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Out of character:
Spoiler alert; this thread will potentially involve some drug/alcohol abuse and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!
Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.
I'm looking for someone to play as Derek West; someone from Georgia's past who has been obsessing over her body ever since she became a model. If you're at all interested in playing as a dominant pervert, give me a PM! I'll remove this part once I find somebody.
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*Sigh*
I entered my place, tossing my bag onto the couch while I turned the lights on, illuminated by two bedroom condo with a great view of the Chicago skyline. Maybe I would have appreciated the view a little more if I wasn't so exhausted, what with my so-called two hour photo-shoot stretching to about three hours. Locking the door behind me, I kicked off my heels and made my way to the washroom; taking the time to splash some cold water on my face in order to remove some of my makeup. It was relaxing in its own right, up until I heard my phone vibrate on the counter. I picked it up and saw the text I received from my manager, Drew. Yep, I was in a relationship with my manager and no, it really didn't affect my work in any way. But that's besides the point, the text message I got was:
"Hey babe! Great work todayBe sure to put up a picture on social media. See you tomorrow!"
With a smile on my face, I texted him back. We've been going out since I turned twenty, so just about two years now. Our relationship has been pretty sweet, despite the fact that we haven't had sex yet. What, surprised? Well, I wasn't a virgin or anything - I mean, I had awkward sex a few times with my first boyfriend but after a bad breakup, decided that it was best to wait until I was married. I said despite earlier mainly because I always hear how intimacy is an important part to any relationship, when maybe that wasn't the whole truth. Point is, my relationship with Drew was perfect and I couldn't be happier that we were engaged.
With a glass of wine in hand, I made my way to my laptop and viewed my social account. 28,000 "friends" and counting! I didn't think that the number was a big deal or anything, but Drew said that it was important for marketing purposes. I wasn't to argue and besides, I found that this website was fantastic to get in touch with my fans and occasionally, a fantastic way to get in touch with people. Especially with some ex-classmates of mine back when I was in high school. God, people were just so mean!
Oh, what do I mean by that? Well, back in high school, I was known as "Surfboard" - a nickname given to me because I was really flat and tall when I was at West Hill High. Yep, I wasn't the sex bombshell that many know me as now, posing for swimsuits and all sorts of outfits. I was some ditzy woman who didn't really see her place in the world. I suppose knowing that some people who teased me relentlessly might across my page and maybe feel regret for treating me so bad...well, it made me feel kind of good!
In most part because I was a lot different now. I was still tall (duh), standing at about 5'10" without any heels on. But my body was completely different; my body more toned and my ass being a cute round bubble butt. The most noticeable difference was my chest though; going from a meager A cup to a whopping 30K cup in just about two years and a half after graduating high school! You read that right, 30K cup. They often got in the way, knocking things down if I wasn't too careful about moving around tight corners of my place, but it was a small price to pay, you know.
But anyway, moving on to the subject at hand...
I posted the picture that Drew sent me, one that was in black and white for an "artsy" look, with me laying down on the shore. I remember this photo from just a few days ago, mainly because of how uncomfortable my big chest felt pressing against the hard surface! Well, they say that a picture is worth a thousand words, so here it is:
Well what really surprised me was the fact that not even five minutes after, I got this private message:
Who's Derek West? He was my high school crush and honestly, one of the biggest jerks that I have ever met! Not only did he poke fun over how flat I was, but he only made fun of how ditzy I could be in high school. The thing is was that he was awfully hot in his own way and honestly, his mean and perverted personality made him (somehow) even more attractive. So here I was, completely shocked that he messaged me like this out of the blue. I asked Drew over what to do next and...
"I don't know babe, honestly having him notice you might be the best revenge you could have." he texted me "You can try to catch up if you like. Maybe invite him at our Christmas party later this week."
"Really? That's ok?" I answered back, typing really quickly now.
"Yeah the more the merrier!
And so, that's why I wrote back:
"Oh hey Derek! It's been I'd love to catch up! How have you been?