From Model to Bimbo Fucktoy (PM interest)

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OOC:

My character:

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Name: Ashley Jackson
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 38J

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"Seriously?!"

I think that I nearly shattered the windows with that shout, while I leaned over the large wooden desk. My manager, probably subconsciously, tried to glance a quick one down my shirt, but I pulled away just in time. I chuckled ever so slightly before I saw back down onto the leather chair.

Oh, first things first, I should probably tell you a bit about myself before going over the current situation. Okay, well... Let me fill you in.

First off, my name is Ashley Jackson. I'm a nineteen year glamour model who does a bit of acting of the side. I do pretty well for myself too! While many other glamour models have to eventually leave, either due to burnout or because they just aren't successful, I've been flourishing and gaining followers left and right! To think that this all started with that Vine video of mine that I made when I was in my final year of high schools.



I wasn't stupid - I knew that I was where I was, because of my body. Guys went absolutely crazy for my real blonde hair, hazel eyes, thin body and (of course) my two big 38J cup boobies. My fans were astonished though, when I revealed in an interview that despite my success and being nineteen years old, that I was a virgin. You heard me right! I was still waiting for that special guy to sweep me off my feet and still hadn't found him. Screw the haters; I found myself being the inspiration for many who didn't want to follow the mainstream route. I wasn't single mind you; I was happily engaged.

Anyway, the reason why I was so loud right now? Well, I was used to doing some pretty small time stuff; photo shoots with my manager (who'd decline deals left and right) and would never let me even get close to the big-time. He'd always say that I wasn't ready, or that I was being played by some sketchy manager.

And now, he finally got my a gig with famous people! Well, sort of - he got me an invitation to a huge party with lots of guests, many of which are big names here in Hollywood.

Anyway, I broke the silence with another slight giggle, before asking:

"So, when is it?"


My manager leaned back and sighed. He finally spoke, saying "Okay, don't take this the wrong way Ashley, but I really need you to bring your enthusiasm a little down."

He took out a cigarette and nearly smoked it, before realizing that I really couldn't stand second hand smoke. He placed his cigarette back in his pocket before saying "Yes, there are some big names showing up, but I need you to be careful. Some of the people there are still...sketchy, as you put it. Don't believe everything someone tells you, okay?"

I didn't need him to protect me. Then, as if he was reading my mind...

"I know that I don't need to attend every event that you go to and I know you can handle yourself, but still... even though I won't be able to go, I need you to be sharp and still have fun. Okay?"

"Sounds good! I'll be fine, I promise!"

Another sigh came from his lips before he answered: "I sure the hell hope so."

OOC: I need one dominant male to play a sketchy character that I'll meet at the party. PM me if you're interested!
 
"I'm bored Seymour. This party blows and you know it." Luke groaned to the older man sitting next to him. "I know it's not the best bash we've ever attended, but it's good for these new comers to meet Hollywood royalty." The balding redheaded man said with an air of smug confidence. "Yea. Just tell me when the royals get here." Luke said sarcastically. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." Seymour said standing up and leaving Luke alone at the table.

Luke sighed and pulled a butterfly knife from his pocket. He absentmindedly twirled the blade around in his hand as he surveyed the party for potential fun. From his secluded corner he spied a beautiful blonde woman and a short man talking. "And there's our entertainment." Luke said slipping the knife into his pocket and standing up.

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"Miss Jackson! It's a pleasure to finally meet you! I'm sure you've heard of my work. I'm the famous photographer, Christopher Jones, and I think you would be perfect for my next shoot. Now imagine yourself naked. You'd be sitting on a kitchen counter, legs spread, a carrot..." "Beat it jackass. She's not here for porn casting." Said a voice from behind the photographer. "How dare you talk..." Christopher stopped talking as her turned and saw Luke. "Um excuse me, Mr. Webb. I didn't know it was you. I'll just be going." The photographer said making a hasty exit. "Sorry about him. Most of the guys here don't know how to treat a woman. My name is Luke Webb. Care for a drink?" He asked offering Ashley a glass of champagne.
 

Here I was, dressed up in a bikini top, denim shorts and three inch black heels. The top was a bit small - I mean, my big boobies were practically overflowing from it, with ample side and underboob showing. The material was strong though!

But anyway, I walked around the mansion (who owned it? I have no clue. The party was hosted by one of the biggest agencies in the world, though) and didn't really know what to do. My manager was always there to give me in situations like these and I hated the fact that I was here, realizing that maybe I actually needed his help...

Eventually, I was being approached by all sorts of men; including some who were extremely...well, gross. That is until I was approached by a tall man, dressed mostly in black - save for his blue eyes.

"Sorry about him. Most of the guys here don't know how to treat a woman. My name is Luke Webb. Care for a drink?"

"Thanks..." I said, brushing my blonde hair away from my eyes. "I'm Ashley, nice meeting you."

He offered me a drink, but I didn't know if it was a good idea. For one, I was only eighteen and two, my manager told me to stay away from alcohol at parties.

But then again, maybe I could have one...

"And sure, let's get that drink." I added.
 
Luke smiled and handed her the drink. "To new friends and new adventures." He said with a half smile gently clinking his glass against her's. He placed his glass to his lips and downed the bubbling drink in one swallow. Luke gave Ashely a smile, challenging her to match his feat.
 
"To new friends and new adventures."

"To new friends and new adventures!"
I repeated with a smile, before he pretty much downed that drink in one single shot. I stood there, almost in amazement, because I didn't see anyone else here do that. Was that proper etiquette? My manager went over that a whole lot...

Anyway, so he gave me this look that pretty much said that he was expecting me to do the same thing. I didn't really want to though - this was pretty much my first real drink, you know.

"Here goes nothing..." I thought to myself before I brought my glass to my mouth as I tried to drink it all down like he did.

Man, alcohol stronger than beer really burned your throat...

"Done!" I said cheerfully as I showed him the empty glass.
 
"Very nice." Luke said grabbing two more drinks from a passing waitress. He handed one to Ashely while sipping the other. "I haven't seen you around before. I'm guessing this is your first party like this?" Luke asked while moving away from the party and towards the large house. He was happy to see the perky blonde nod and follow him, probably not even noticing that they were slowly drifting towards the house.

"So tell me a bit about yourself Ashely. I know you're a model, but are your sites set any higher? A girl like yourself could do well in the entertainment business. My friend Seymour actually has a movie in the works. A big one, blockbuster. Should make millions. He's bringing back the "Ghost Gun" series. He told me to keep my eye out for girls like you. If you're willing to put the work in in sure I could get you that part." Luke said politely holding the door to the house open for Ashely.
 
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