Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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Tuesday, August 7th
Morning...
LA
I sat in the office in front of Tamara while I waited for her to finish talking on the phone. She was yelling nonstop at whoever was on the other end. I would hate to be that person. They were feeling the wrath of Tamara Jones.
"Morons!" She yelled, slamming the phone down. "Can't get anything right!" She growled. "This is why women should be running the world! Men have no clue what they're doing!"
"I take it that whoever you were talking to ruined your day?" I spoke softly, giving her a nervous smile.
She glanced at me and then looked back down at her folder. "Alright, well... I called you in here because you're going to be attending the MTV Awards in September. Madonna requested you to be in her performance for Vogue."
"Wow!" I gasped. "Me, oh my God I'm so excited, I love her so much!"
"I figured you would be." She smiles. You also have a Vouge shoot next year in April. It's a Versace shoot. They're only using three big models and a couple of new models. Your favourite gal pals Jade and Rachel will be there. You'll have a try shoot this afternoon. The director wants you to pose for the new girls. Also, I booked your Sports Illustrated Magazine shoot for September. The weather will still be nice. Any questions?"
I breathed out and closed my eyes then opened them to give Tamara a pleading look. "I know I signed the contract stating completely naked but-"
"You're going to be naked, Iman." She spoke with firmness. "Any other questions that don't revolve around you being naked."
"No," I mumble.
"Good. You'll have a practice shoot to prepare you for it. They're going to help you feel comfortable. Teach you how to pose, how to open your legs, and hold your breasts." She casually explains.
I scratched the back of my neck feeling very uneasy. Not just because of the naked shoot but because I'm going to see Rachel today as well. We haven't spoken since that incident at my place. I'm not in the mood for any drama. I just got out of one with Nikki.
"Iman," Tamara called me. "Iman, look at me when I'm talking to you." I looked up at her with a sorrowful face. "You need to understand that this is a business. When you became a model, you became a product of the modeling business. If the business asks you to jump... you say how high. If the business asks you to promote lipstick... you ask what color. If the business asks you to do a naked shoot... you ask what body parts. You don't get a say. You just do. I understand completely that this is something you never wanted to do. But this... modeling... it's your job. You get paid to do what you are told. And you're getting paid a lot of money. You should feel proud of yourself. Don't forget where you started from. You went from rags to riches. You're the hottest model. You passed Iman, you passed Cindy Crawford, you passed Brooke Shields, you passed Christie Brinkley, you passed Naomi Campbell. And you know why... because you are original. You do what no other model will do. You're in the big leagues."
