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[[ Out of character: Hi everyone! I'm looking for a dominant male writer that would like to play as Rick, Jill's bitter, perverted and dominating ex-boyfriend. If you're interested, please send me a PM for more details and/or brainstorming. I will remove this message once I find somebody! 
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Name: Jill Smith
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 30K
Profession: Model
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Name: Jill Smith
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 30K
Profession: Model
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Traveling was exhausting. Truth be told, I never understood why so many people sought jobs that required to do air travel. Even while I was privileged to be flying first-class, I couldn't help but sigh in relief when my plane finally landed in Orlando, Florida! Believe me when I say that I don't mean to do that humble brag thing that so many narcissistic people tend to do, but having a high maintenance job meant that I never really got to spend time with my family, or even set foot in my hometown. Quite frankly, ever since I had gotten my big break when I was in my senior year of high school, I don't think I've spent more than a single day here. Having a whole long weekend here was going to be so nice! I had a hotel room booked, I was going to visit some family later and for now I got to spend some time alone in the new amusement that they built here.
My family were excited to see me tomorrow - unfortunately, I couldn't go there now because both of my parents (although just a few years away from early retirement) were so busy with work. I understood that life so I wasn't about to impose on them or anything - I was just happy that I was going to see them beyond Skype calls and the like. I was an only child, so I often wondered if they got lonely without me around!
Oh right, you might be wondering just who I am. My name is Jill Smith. I'm a twenty-six year old model. You might have seen me in Sports Illustrated! I was on the cover of the page on last month's issue. No? Well, you must have seen me in the net, since I've been steadily gaining traction on social media. I mean, not to toot my own horn here, but I am considered one of the sexiest models out there. I would have to be pretty dumb not to know this by now; I mean I am a 5'8" brunette bomb shell; I work out whenever I can, squats and all, to maintain my figure. But I suppose that I might be naturally gifted in the uh...chest area. Yep, I'm pretty busty, wearing a 30K cup bra. They're all natural, by the way.
But don't get the wrong idea or anything! I wasn't a floosy or anything; I was a happily engaged woman. I know, that must have come out of nowhere but judging from the comments and reactions of some people, I felt like I better point that one out.
So, I was excited to see the sights and noticed the few stares that I was getting. That's when my eyes went up and saw the screen - a commercial was playing about some new cologne and it exaggerating over how it'll attract women. On the screen, I saw myself, running down the beach with my massive tits bouncing and swaying along the way. God, I remember that shot and how uncomfortable it made me...
"Oh man, I really should get some of that." I heard a man talk as he stood right close to me.
I was about to turn and slap him, but right before I did, I was shocked to see it was a familiar face. It was Rick, my old boyfriend from high school! I was like a doe between headlights for a few seconds, wondering what to say. I mean, I was expecting to see anyone from high school here! Finally, as I began to snap out of it, I muttered out "Oh my god Rick! How are you?! I haven't seen you since - "
"Since high school. Before you dumped me to go into modeling?"
Right.
You see, Rick and I were high school sweethearts but once my modeling career came along, I needed to jump at the opportunity. I distinctly remember how mad he was, seeing as he spent years together and how I left just like that. But in the past, Rick was a pretty controlling guy and well, he wanted sex. I didn't give my virginity to him (or anyone else for that matter) because of my own beliefs. I hoped that he wasn't still bitter about it.
"Oh, no worries by the way! I just wanted to say hi and I wondered how you've been doing. How about we hang out a bit, unless you have something to do?..."
Call it guilt, or maybe even pity. Whatever it was, I felt that I owed him for just abruptly leaving him about eight years ago. I chuckled at the thought of having to spend time with my ex, but figured that it was no big deal.
"Of course Rick! I'd be happy to catch up."
