When Angie turned 23, she moved from a small town in Wyoming to Los Angeles, hoping to leave her shitty life behind and start over. Hollywood is the beacon for everyone who wants to make it in the entertainment industry, hoping to become successful...
Words: 5.5k Warnings: strong language, alcohol, SMUT A/N: sorry this is so long! Features a lot of different scenes as well. I hope you all like it! Ps this chapter features a playboy shoot, which is not 100% accurate. I just made it so it's more interesting to read ;) the fact she's going to Playboy Studios West is actually accurate, despite from what they show in Pam and Tommy when Pam does her first test shoot at the mansion, in the great hall. No hate, just giving a heads up :)
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"You're going to be a fucking Playmate!" Nikki roared drunkly as they barged into her apartment at 3 AM. "It's just a test shoot!" Angie replied, not able to walk straight anymore. "I swear, you're going to be the next Dorothy fucking Stratton!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Will you shut up, it's the middle of the night." Angie gave him a stern look and tried taking off her boots as she almost fell over. "And Dorothy got murdered." She added. "GOOD MORNING!" Nikki yelled louder than before, laughing uncontrollably. "Nikki!" She scolded him. "What?" He grinned, trying to sound innocent before swooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "Nikki!" Angie squealed loudly. "Put me down!" "Sorry what? I can't fucking hear you!" He laughed drunkly. "Put me down!" She laughed as she wiggled her legs and started hitting his butt. "Hey, get off my butt." He kept laughing as he walked over to her kitchen, taking a bottle off vodka from the counter and taking a swig. "Put me down! I'm gonna fucking throw up!" She wasn't lying, leaning forward like that after all she had to drink and snort didn't really help. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Alright, alright." He sighed deeply and placed her on the floor again, she almost lost her balance but Nikki caught her. Even though his own balance wasn't that great either.
"I'm going to get rid of this damn outfit." She said annoyed and stumbled to her bedroom, trying to take off the dress in the process, but it got stuck on her head. "Fuck!" She exclaimed loudly. Nikki followed behind, still laughing like a little kid. "Come 'ere." He said and removed the black dress off her, leaving her there in her red lacy bra, matching panties and her fishnet tights.
"This is more like it!" He smirked and licked his lips. "I've given you enough tonight, rockstar." Angie shook her head and took of her fishnets before removing the stack of cash from between her bra and panties. "I might have some more cash on me." Nikki eagerly suggested. "I still haven't gotten a fucking striptease." "Consider this your striptease then." Angie replied annoyed as she placed the money on her vanity. "You didn't even do anything, I helped you take off that dress for gods sake." Nikki raised his eyebrows. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know there were rules to stripping." She rolled her eyes. "Thought guys only cared about getting the girl naked as fast as possible." Nikki looked at her for a moment, thinking hard as he chewed the inside of his cheek before shrugging. "Yeah, you're right." "Perv." She scoffed and pushed his chest lightly. "You still love me, though." He smiled mischievous. "You wish." She gave him a look, trying not to laugh. "Yeah, you do." He said before picked her up again and throwing her on the bed. "Nikki!" She scolded him once again. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" He asked as he started undoing his pants.
