Her way

Chapter One

"How tall are to Ms Moore?" 

"I'm 5'7" i replied. There I was standing in front of three agents from the Black Beauties Modeling Agency. This had been the fourth and final stop of the day. I was really depending on my body and and face to get me a job here in Atlanta. lately i had been hearing the same thing. either I'm to short or i need to lose ten pounds. 

"Can you turn around please?" one of the men at the table asked. i did as i was told. i was standing there in a hot pink two piece swim suit. The fourth time i had it on today. 

"Okay Ms Moore you can turn around now " the woman in the middle said. she continued, " Here at Black Beauties we only represent models who are 5'10 and up. your body is in very good shape but your portfolio needs a lot of work." 

I stood there and listened to them one by one bash my profolio asking questions like who took these pictures, are these professionaly done, and you do not have anything better?

"work on your portfolio then come back to us Ms Moore alright. We will see what we can do with you once we have a professional portfolio put together." And with that the three of them stood up an walked out the room.

FUCK!! I cursed out loud. i was really hoping for some type of gig by now. i had been on a job search for three months now and absolutely nothing has come up. Rent was over due and the Atlanta lifestyle was getting to be a bit expensive for my out of work ass.

After getting dress, i left.  i was beyond ready to head home. my feet were tired of walking and my ego was crushed  due to all the rejection. I was starting to think that the modeling thing was not the right career choice for me. Even though I'm always being told what a beautiful girl i was and that i should consider looking into it. Well hell , i considered it and it ain't working out. 

Once home i dropped my bag and sorry ass portfolio on the floor, kicked off my shoes and headed straight to the couch. With no problem, i feel into a deep sleep.

RING, RING, RING. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. I opened my eyes and glared at the clock , it was 3:45 AM. Now who the hell could this be? 

"Hello?" I answered making sure my frustration was noticeable.

"Rent is due, past due Mya. I need my money!" Shit, it was my landlord.

"I know, i know, i know. I promise i will pay. Just give me a few more days please Sammie"

"Promises ain't shit! Pay by tomorrow night or you have to go." Click.

She had hung up in face. just like that huh? There was no way i could go back to sleep now. i had to start packing up my shit cause  i had no way to make this months rent. I got up from the sofa and headed to the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at myself. Carmel skin, big brown eyes, full lips. My body was in good shape. Nice breast, slim waist, and a nice juicy booty. both men and women loved to look at my body. All these great features and i can not find work. 

I only had one other choice and that was to call my mother back in Denver Co. I would not hear the end of this. My mom was a tough ass and she did not want me to come to A.T.L. in the first place. But shit im grown 21 years old. I would ask her for the money as a loan until i get a job, then i will pay her back. I walked out of the bathroom and headed to the phone to call back home. It was early but hell , this is an emergency. I dialed her number and prepared myself for the 'I told you so" speech.