"It's a gig, right? 2" part 1

Our cast:

Charli

Shelly

Erica, before...

Derek, now

Derek reclined in her chair, her feet resting on the desk.  She had 15 minutes or so before the next "model" was due to arrive - plenty of time to reminisce.  Her eyes drifted to the Tevas on her feet, shoes she would never have considered wearing before arriving as a gullible "model" herself, months ago.  Of course, a lot about Derek was different back then.  For one thing, she used to be straight.  Mason fixed that, Derek thought to herself, as she eyed the toe ring Mason had given her.  Derek then recalled Mason sucking that toe ring off last night, in the midst of a torrid sexual encounter.  Derek glanced at the clock.  13 minutes left, time for a quickie...  Her hand undid the button of her beige shorts and found its way between her legs.

A bell chimed.  "Hello?"

Derek snapped out of it - the new model had arrived.  A glance at the clock revealed that she was 10 minutes early.  You could rely on the girls who answered the ad Derek had put in the nearby college's student newspaper to be early, Derek found, but it was hard to hold a grudge against them.  Not when the results of the program were so...undeniable.

"Hello?"  The voice rang out again.  Derek sauntered out from behind a wall to greet the model.

"Hi, I'm Shelly - I'm here for the shoot.  Is this the right place?"

"Sure is.  Let me get you a questionnaire.  Does she want one, too?"  Derek asked, gesturing at Shelly's companion.  "She can definitely model as well."

"I'm Charli, and no thanks.  I'm just here to support my roommate.  This whole thing seems a little shady to me, honestly.  Where is everyone else?  Where's the camera?  And it smells weird here."

"Charli -- shut up!  I'm sorry, Miss, my friend sometimes is a bit too skeptical."

"It's cool.  Let me know when you're done with the questionnaire."

Derek recused herself and returned to her chair and her masturbation.

Moments later, the bell chimed again.

"Sorry, Miss, but some of these questions are really weird.  Do I have to answer them?"

"Yup."  Derek motioned to leave when Shelly interrupted.

"No seriously - what difference does it make whether I smoke?  Or what my sexual orientation is?"

"Do you?  And what are you?"

"Never, and straight, but again, why are you asking?"

"Part of the deal.  Fill out the form, please."

Charli stepped in.  "OK we're leaving.  I recognize that smell.  It's sex.  Someone is fucking here."  It occurred to Derek that her fun immediately before the two girls arrived must have left an aroma.  "We're being lured into a porn shoot or something."  Grabbing her friend by the arm, Charli walked towards the exit.

"That's that - now I'm going to make that girl eat my asshole," Derek thought to herself.  "Wait - if you leave, we will make sure you never model.  This is how you break into the industry.  I wouldn't walk out that door if I was you."  Seeing Shelly pondering, Derek added, "Tell you what - 20 minutes to do some preliminary stuff and you can call it a day.  Come back some other time if you want to finish up the shoot.  Deal?"

Shelly accepted, "Yeah, deal,"

"Whatever.  I'll wait in the car," Charli announced.  "Yes, she's definitely going to find herself into eating girls' assholes," Derek thought to herself.

"Here, Shelly, have this tea while you finish the form."

Charli left and waited in the car for 30 minutes.  She was about the go in and get her friend when Shelly came bouncing out.  She was almost giddy.

"What happened?" Charli asked.

"It was awesome.  Miss just explained a lot about how the business works and what I need to do.  I can't wait to go back for the shoot."

"Umm...all right."  They drove home uneventfully.

****

"THEY'RE HERE!!" Shelly screamed when she saw the mailman bringing a box to the door of the apartment she shared with Charli.

Charli was unprepared for that level of excitement.  "Who said what now?"

It had been a week since she and Shelly had gone to that "shoot," and Charli had definitely noticed a change in Shelly.  She spent a lot of time on the phone in her room.  That wasn't unusual.  The noises besides the conversation were.  Charli was pretty sure Shelly was having a lot of phone sex.  Who was the dude?  Unclear.  She and Shelly were very good friends, but Charli didn't want to bring it up.

Shelly ran to the door and grabbed the box from the mailman.  It was a shoe box.  Shelly tore it open - inside were a pair of blue Tevas.  "YES!!"  Shelly tore off her sneakers and socks and strapped her feet in, then paraded around the living room, very self-satisfied.

Charli had never seen someone so excited over shoes, let alone *ugly* shoes like these.

"And to think, you used to be fashionable," Charli observed.

"I love them.  By the way, I got you a pair too."  She reached into the box and pulled out a second pair of Tevas, which she handed to her roommate.

"Oh, thanks.  Nice gesture, but these are just going to collect dust.  Maybe you could return them?"

"Don't worry about it.  Just hold onto them for now if you don't want to wear them.  But you're missing out.

"Sure, thanks.  That was sweet of you."



***

Days passed, during which time, to Charli's knowledge, the only shoes Shelly wore were those Tevas.  They must be comfortable, she thought to herself.

The phone sex was getting to be undeniable.  Shelly now left her bedroom jar ajar while she went at it.  Charli tried to excuse herself, but the frequency of the phone sex made it impossible to avoid completely.  Once, Charli inadvertently caught a glimpse of Shelly literally in the throes of orgasm.  That was a bridge too far.  Charli would need to talk to her roommate about that one.

The other weird thing was, even though it was summer, Shelly was getting paler.  This was a girl who had a yearly pass to the tanning salon.  Was she sick, Charli wondered?

She was going to need to have a serious talk with Shelly.