Tuesday, September 20, 2016

"It's a gig, right?"



Erica made sure to show up early for her first modeling gig.  When she entered the nondescript building about an hour from her college, she went up to seemingly the only person there, a tall, thin, boyish woman with short hair.  Her skin was pale, with tattoos creeping out of the sleeves of her shirt.  On her feet were Teva sandals and, incongruously, a toe ring.  "Name?" the woman asked.  Erica provided her name and, when prompted, contact information.  The woman handed Erica a green bikini and a questionnaire to complete before the shoot would begin.

"Piercings?  Tattoos?  Smoker?  Bust size?  Sexual orientation?  Any fetishes?  What kind of questions are these anyway?"  Erica muttered to herself as she read the questionnaire.  Nevertheless, she answered - "ears, none, never, 32B, straight, and I don't even know what that means," respectively - and ducked into a bathroom to change.

Friday, September 9, 2016

"Glam to Goth," part 5

Meghan’s jaw dropped.  

Before her was Alyse, a dear friend since freshman year of college.  They met during orientation, two cute, bubbly blondes who shared a love of fashion and boys.  They were inseparable even before Stacey became part of their clan, rooming together from second semester of freshman year through graduation.  Their dorm rooms and off-campus apartments were impeccably decorated with bright, floral colors.  Meghan could remember hours spent with Alyse scouring lookbooks online for the most beautiful sun dresses and playsuits.  And shoes, shoes, shoes - heels of precisely 1-2 inches, for everything - the sweet spot between boring and whorish.  They reveled in wearing the latest, the best, the prettiest.  Alyse had a lithe, tan body to match Meghan’s, and they could freely raid each other’s closet.  

From the look of it, Alyse would not be interested in that sort of thing any more.