Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

Fake Boyfriend

"Ms. Rinaldi, we don't have all day!" Howie called out to me.

"Let's see you pose naked with some guy you barely know..." I hissed so he wouldn't hear me, my teeth clenched as I wiggled out of my jeans and dropped my thong to the floor.

Once I'd gotten fully nude, I inched forward until I was practically touching the full length mirror in front of me. As a model, I was used to everyone around me nit-picking at various parts of my body: I was too tall, my ribs showed too much, I was fatter than the other girls, my boobs weren't big enough, my ass was non-existent, my feet were too big...nothing was ever good enough. I could never be perfect.

Still, what other people thought had never really bothered me before.

I liked my big feet, they had character. My weight I liked because, even though I was always skinny, I could eat practically anything and still never gain a pound. Being tall kind of sucked, but at least I was still a little shorter than most men. Besides, it just meant that I could reach all of the food in my pantry, even on the highest shelf.

But today, being skinny made me feel frail. My barely B-cup breasts made me feel boyish, and my flat ass made me feel like a stick. I had no idea why this suddenly mattered, but it did. And, for the first time since I'd started modeling, I had become fully aware of how flawed every inch of my body was. I was terrified and I had a growing suspicion that most of my worries were stemming from the mischievous bassist that awaited me outside of the changing room.

"Winter, c'mon! My balls are turning into raisins out here!" I heard Nikki beg.

I rolled my eyes. I'm glad he's not taking this seriously at all.

Then again, he's probably used to running around naked, especially with girls. This must be nothing new to him.

"Coming!" I called, throwing on a white, silk robe before stepping out of the changing room and into the open.

"Nude pictures, Winter," Nikki reminded me as I walked up to him. "No robes allowed."

"I'll take it off when we get started. I'm not going to show my ass to everybody the whole time," I snapped back. Despite the robe, I still felt so naked and vulnerable. I self consciously began to hug myself, dropping my head so that maybe I could hide in my hair until all of this was over.

"Why are you acting so funny? This isn't the confident Winter that I met before. The one that struck a deal with me. What happened to that Winter?" Nikki whispered into my ear softly.

She was all an act, I wanted to say. I'm confident, but I'm not sexy and suave like that Winter was.

"I've never done a naked photo shoot before. I've never even really been naked with a guy before," I admitted, blushing.

"You're kidding, right?" Nikki asked in disbelief.

"I'm not kidding."

I know how ridiculous this sounded. As a model, I should be ready to take on challenges such as these. I should jump at any and every chance to get in front of a camera, or my career could come to a screeching halt.

Word gets around in the fashion industry and, if you're not serious about what you do and if you're difficult to work with, agencies will drop you. No one will want you. It's social suicide. 

"Winter," Nikki began softly. I jerked away slightly when I felt his hand brush against my arm. "Winter, I-"

"Okay! You two love birds can head over to your nest, right...here."

Howie pointed to a white platform that sat in the middle of the white backdrop. I tried to keep my wandering eyes away from Nikki's butt as he casually strolled over and sat down on the platform.