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I stood there, practically naked in front of the full length mirror in the corner of my bedroom. On my feet I was wearing nine inch heel boots, reaching up to just above my knees, lengthening my long, well toned legs, which were clearly enhanced by the sheer black pantyhose. Tightly hugging my hourglass figure was a backless, black leotard barely covering my butt, and revealing deep cleavage. My long, hazelnut curls waved around my heavily sculpted face, and thickly coated eyelashes. On top of golden streaks poked out two, soft pink bunny ears.
Ten years ago, when I was seven years old, I told my parents I wanted to do modeling. They immediately embraced the ambition and signed me up for every pageant they could get their hands on. Back then I was the only thing that mattered to them, they trusted me completely, and loved me intensely.
Woah.. things had changed a lot, probably when I started skipping school and hanging out with the slutty, high end. My modeling had also turned around. One day, I was at highly prestigious pageant in LA, when an agent approached me, and offered me a job at playboy. Of course I was thrilled out of my brain, but my parents scolded me for even considering to accept the offer.
I ignored their wishes, and signed a five year contract with playboy magazine. When my parents found out, they sent me here, to this small town of Comlette, where I was to complete my schooling, and reflect on my decisions in life. I had may as well forget all my modeling dreams, because by the looks of things, I was never again going to the see myself in a magazine, let alone a runway.
So here I am, in this tiny apartment, rebelling against my parents.
Yet again.
But I could no longer consider the consequences, I had to stand up for myself, and do what I needed to do. In a year I would be eighteen, free of my parents' rule, and able to continue with my contract with playboy.
I continued to stare at myself in the mirror. My name is Jayme Andrews, I am seventeen years old, and (physically) ideal. Everywhere I go... people have always stared. I've gotten used to it by now, since the staring began when I was about four years old. I have always loved the spotlight, and that is what really attracted me to modeling in the beginning. Sure, the business can be a bit of a let down at times, for example, when your boss decides that you have lost your charm, your no longer the flavour of the month, you've lost your oomph. But I have adjusted to this over the years, mainly from the helpful support of my parents, always telling me that the modeling business is like this, people cant make up their minds, and that they cant see that what they have before them is perfect already.
All the girls back home were either desperate to be my 'friend' or deadly envious of me. I'm not sure exactly what it was that everybody envied, either my uncommonly deep blue eyes, hazelnut hair with natural golden highlights, tanned, clear skin, naturally generous breasts, skinny waist with a slight line of muscle visible, my lush lips, tiny nose, or my famously long legs. I know it sounds like I am a proud, self obsessed skank, but I really am not. I actually couldn't care less about my looks, at times I even wished that I didn't have them! Sure it was nice to not have to bother with diets, concealer, or foils, but honestly, sometimes it was not even worth it.
No body ever saw me for who I was, I felt alone. Sure I had girls, and plenty of guys, I never had trouble meeting people, but no 'friends' as such. The people I hung around liked me either for my looks or my designer clothes (complementary from the runway). I honestly didn't flaunt, but since everybody noticed me I figured what's the point of hiding? So ever since I moved to this small town, it's been every night, party, party, party. Which, to tell you the truth, I didn't mind too much.
As I scanned myself in the mirror again, I was proud of what I accomplished in five minutes of preparation. Jen had called, reminding me of her party, which I had completely forgotten about, but in the end I decided to go. I needed to let myself loose from some of the stress tonight. The real reason I wanted to go to her party was the 'who.'
Aaron Joseph.
The most amazing creature I have ever seen. He obviously worked out, but he wasn't self obsessed with his body, unlike the other guys around the area. His skin was tan, and a messy array of unkept, dark brown hair was always in the way of his piercing green eyes. ALL of the girls at school were after him, but, fortunately for me, I was ahead in the competition by far. I slipped a condom into my silky channel clutch with wishful thinking, and headed out the door. I hurried down the stairs; Jen was waiting for me.
