Being a model is hard. Its not just posing for pictures. Modeling is staying fit, well being skinny almost anorexic, you have to have a strict diet and work out plan. As a model it is very important to have clear skin. The amount of products i use on my body, not just my face, is a little ridiculous. Im a purdy girl, i model for ashley purdys clothing line. His models require more ass and tits than lets say victorias secret models. Which is good for me because my ass is huge compared to those anorexic bitches and lets just say i am no where near flat chested.

I look hard at myself in the mirror whike i wait for the make up team to approach me. Is that a zit? I stare at an enlarged pore on my face. Nah, cant be. I relax. The make up team swarms me. They buzz around me like bees in a hive. I have a man that does my hair a woman paints my nails and im not sure if the person doing make make up is male or female., doesnt matter either way. When they finish i stand up and drop my dressing robe on the chair behind me. I walk in my nude thong and bralette the the clothes rack wear the photographer and the wardrobe guy wait for me. "Lets start with the leather jacket and a pair of shredded jean shorts." The photographer says. Wardrobe grabs the first outfit and helps me into it. The jeans or so tight i feel like my ass is gonna rip them more and the jacket cuts off circulation in my arms. We do a bunch of poses with this outfit and then they take the jacket off me and my bralette. I keep myself covered as i pose either positioning my hair or my arms to cover my nipples.

For the next round of photos i have to get my hair and makeup redone. Im surrounded by my team when i hear a few of the other models start giggling. I knew i had a fucking zit those bitches will learn who not to mess with when im through with this torture. I go back to wardrobe and shimmy into a really tight leather dress. Who would even buy this? My ass is totally showing. They give me a scarf and i play with it as a pose with wind blowing in my hair. An unfamiliar face is standing by my clothes as i walk over there. The wardrobe guy has to peel the dress off carefully so to not mess up my face. Its so tight. He hands me a bra and thong to change into that say purdy girl on them. I step into the pink thong and as i clip the bra in the front the wardrobe guys fixes the thing so it sits where it should. "You're beautiful." Said the mystery man looking me up and down. I nod at him with a straight face not amused. I am handed a jean jacket and pull it on before strutting away from the mystery guy.

After my shoot i change into my street clothes. Pleather short shorts and an x small shirt that shows my belly button. I put my piercings back in and wipe my face off. As im heading out im greeted at the door by the mystery guy. Hes not super tall probably the same height as me in heels, black hair kind of long but not shoulder length, he has brown eyes a nice chocolate brown not muddy brown, and last his smile so warm like a gentle hug. I snort in his direction and walk past him. Of course the man follows me. "Excuse me.. id like to introduce myself if youd stop being rude." He says rudely. I turn abruptly making him halt in his tracks and i cross my arms. " my name is Ashley Purdy. I like to introduce myself and get to know all of my employees." Wow this guy is full of himself. He thinks hes gonna get in my pants. "Well thats good for you but im not interested." I say and turn back toward my bike. My motorcycle sits in a parking garage below the building waiting for me to hop on and drive.

i straddle the bike and turn my key the engine roaring to life underneath me. I smile and start backing out of my parking space. I zoom past Ashely and out onto the street, homeward bound.

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My apartment felt empty as i stepped inside. My recent move to Cali was fast and i didnt have enough time to pack everything. Just the essentials, clothes, face products, make up, shoes. A knock on the door startles me. I open it and find Ashley standing in the hallway. "I should call the police. First you follow me to my bike. Now youre stalking me to my house? Are you serious?" Im about to close the door but he sticks his foot in the way. "Wait, im sorry. I looked up your address. I needed to apologise for my being pushy." He explained. I sighed and opened the door gesturing him to come inside.

We talked for what felt like hours about his life and mine and clothes. After we got tired of talking i told him i needed to shower. He raised an eyebrow. "Help me out of these shorts?" I insisted. He didnt hesitate. He helped me undress as i walked backward toward the bathroom. His hands were everywhere, his lips caressed my face and neck with sweet kisses. We entered the bathroom and as i bent down to turn on the water he entered me. I out my hands against the shower wall as he plowed intk me sending shivers through my body. He lifted my legs off the floor giving himself a better angle to get deeper inside of me. He came and then lifted me into the shower stepping in behind me. The warm water washed over me. With Ashely still inside me he began washing my body. I moaned when he touched my hardened nipples. I felt him stiffen a little inside me. He added more soap to his hand and began washing my lady bits. As his hands passes gently over my clit i spased and clentched making him rock hard again. Ashley bagan slowly easing himself in and out of me keeping his hand between my legs. I came quickly making him follow suit.

After the shower we moved to the bedroom and had crazy sex until we fell asleep. I woke up with him inside of me. Best Day Ever!

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