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...
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Angie woke up around 11 AM the next morning all by herself. She hadn't seen nor spoken to Nikki since he left for his house viewing the other morning. At this point she was pretty sure he had blocked out the whole girlfriend/boyfriend thing, otherwise he wouldn't have acted like this. Or so she kept telling herself.
The blonde got dressed in a cute, short multi coloured dress, paired with some black cowboy boots. She put her hair up in a high ponytail, threw on some blue mascara and added some silver hoops to her ears. She wasn't planning on going anywhere today, but she thought dressing up would make her feel better.
Angie was just drinking a cup of coffee and having some cereals at her breakfast bar, when the phone rang. She sighed and got off the bar stool, making her way over to the landline.
"Hello?" She answered. "Hey, what's up?" Nikki's voice said on the other end of the line. "I'm alright, what about you?" She asked, playing with the phone cord. "Good. Do you have any plans for today?" He asked. "Uh, no, why?" She hesitantly said. "I'm about to go to the studio, I wondered if you wanted to come along?" Nikki questioned. "Sure, why not." Angie agreed. "Awesome, I'll pick you in uh," he paused for a moment, probably checking the time. "In about 30 minutes?" "Yeah, that's fine. See you then." The blonde said. "See ya." The bassist said and hung up.
That was a first, he never really invited her to go places. Unless it was to her place for drugs and sex.
Angie quickly tried finishing her breakfast when the phone rang again. Nikki had probably forgotten something.
"Nikki, what's up?" She spoke into the receiver as she picked it up. "Is this Angela Miller?" A female voice asked. Shit, it wasn't him. "Uh, yes, that's me." She awkwardly said and cleared her throat. "Hi, this is Lily from Playboy. I'm just calling about your shoot." She spoke in a sweet voice. "The shoot is scheduled for this Friday, at noon. So you are expected at the location at 10 to get your hair and makeup done." "Alright, that's no problem." Angie nodded. "Great, I was just going through your details and I see you live here in LA, is that right?" Lily asked. "Yes, that's correct. West Hollywood." "Normally we fly our models in a day in advance and they stay over at the Mansion, but since you're so close I don't think that's necessary." She chuckled. "Alight, so I won't have to go to the Mansion then?" Angie asked, actually being a little disappointed. "Oh, no you should! Sorry I forgot to mention, the shoot will be held at the Playboy Mansion." Lily said. "Oh, wow. That's amazing." Angie said flabbergasted. "We will just be sending some forms to your place, if you would just fill them in and take them with you on the day of the shoot. You will also find the address of the Mansion on there." "Okay, perfect." Angie smiled, she couldn't believe she was actually going to have her shoot there. "So, that's all you need to know. If you have any questions feel free to call us, the number will also be on the forms." The woman said. "Yes, of course. Thank you." The blonde replied. "Great, well if you don't have any other questions, I wish you a great day." "Thank you, you too. Goodbye." "Bye."
