ENVY (GirlxGirl) (Currently Re-editing)

Chapter 1

Aubrey

"They should arrest you or whoever dressed you, ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know. Girl, you be killin' 'em,"  I sung with Fabolous' 2010 hit, You Be Killin' 'Em, blasting from the speakers of my 2016 Audi A7. Honestly, you couldn't tell me I wasn't the shit as I made my way to a photo shoot endorsing lingerie my agent, Lisa, got me. I hope they do not try to put me in some raggedy ass lingerie and think I'm gonna pose for them because it's not gonna happen, I thought to myself. Hell, I had a reputation to protect.

When I got to the photo shoot, they rushed me inside of my trailer and began working on my hair, makeup, and nails. I smiled at their professionalism and was relieved to see that I was in good hands. When they were done, I got dressed in the lingerie they wanted me to wear for the shoot and once again, I was impressed. The cream and red two piece fit my body perfectly. Not to mention the cream, with the red bottom, Christian Louboutin's that made my calves look amazing. 

"Mami, you look so niiiice," The woman who did my hair said, as she looked me up and down in a thick mexican accent. 

"Thank you," I said, smiling back. I heard two knocks on the door and I knew it was time for me to be on set. I grabbed the red robe off of the chair and wrapped it around my body. It felt so damn nice on my skin. 

"Showtime," The woman said, as she opened the door for me to walk down the stairs of the trailer. As I walked to the set of the photo shoot, I felt all eyes on me but it didn't really bother me because I was used to people staring. I noticed mean glares from some of the other models and I sighed. Why girls always gotta hate and could never give a bitch props when it's due. Damn, I thought. When I got on set, I looked around for the photographer and hoped he wasn't a pervert like some of the other photographers I had to deal with.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let's get this thing going!" I heard someone say, and was surprised when I turned around and noticed it was a woman. "This is a closed set! So, if you're not the beautiful Aubrey Jones, the photographer," she pointed to herself, "or any of the necessary people needed for this shoot, you need to leave." She walked over to me and shook my hand, softly. 

"My, my my, Ms. Jones, you are as beautiful as people say," She said as she looked into my eyes. Was she trying to flirt? Or was this just her way of being nice? I thought to myself as I blushed.

"Excuse me, where are my manners? My name is Zoe. I'll be your photographer for this evening. Now, all I want you to do is be you. Pose how you want to. Just be playful and beautiful," Zoe said, as she touched my chin. I blushed again. 

"Okay. I g-g-guess I can do that," I said, stuttering. 

"Good," Zoe said, winking and then walked away to go set up her camera. I walked onto the set, sat on the bed with my legs crossed and waited for her to tell me when she was ready. Zoe looked up at me and bit her lip. Yeah, she definitely was flirting earlier.

"Okay, baby girl. You ready?" Zoe asked, while walking to me, camera in hand. I nodded and then quickly took off my robe and handed it to one of the people who was still on set, "Damn, girl. Okay, like I said.. just be you." I blushed and laid down on the bed. I began posing by laying on my side, my right leg on-top of my left, using my left elbow to hold me up, and my right arm resting on my leg.

"Perfect," I heard her say, while she took the pictures. I started to get comfortable so I began to have fun with it. I must've been doing something right because everyone just stood there, watching me. I'd be lying to you if I told you that I didn't like the attention.

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Lyla