F'N FABULOUS (Completed)

The Other Model

The suit fit Jessie's body like a second skin. It was surprisingly comfortable to wear. She studied herself in the mirror appreciating that the cut of the material helped hide any imperfections she had which helped her feel better about walking out with it on. Thankfully, her strappy black and white platform sandals went well with the one-piece and gave her small stature some height. She touched up her make up in the mirror topping her lips off with her emergency stash of scarlet red lipstick from her purse. It popped on her ivory skin making her look the part.

"It's just a modeling gig. You can act... so act Queen." She told herself in the mirror making a smize face to put Tyra to shame. She nodded.

She poked her head out. Everyone was chatting amongst themselves. Mel was hanging on Beck's arm who was speaking to a tall blonde who had his back to Jessie.

"Jessie!" Mel called from across the room which of course meant everyone shut up and turned to watch Jessie enter.

"Ugg, I should have snuck out." She hissed to herself out loud.

The blonde turned around as she came closer. Mel saw her body language and mimed for Jessie to stand up straight. Jessie put her head up meeting Beck's eyes who was studying her. He nodded with approval. She then turned to the blonde.

"Beck! You are amazing, my friend. This is fucking fantastic!" The familiar voice exclaimed.

Everyone looked at him with similar faces of confusion.

"Mitch, go tell Derek Narrative 2- Femme-Dom. Perfect!" He clapped his hands. A student with long dirty blonde hair got up from near the dressing room and hurried in grabbing some items out of the box.

'He was one of the guys from last night. Jack or Jake?' Jessie finally figured where she heard his voice. One of the sofa guys.

"Derek already knows the rules. He has subbed for a model before. What's your name?"

"Jessie." They shook hands.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Professor Jacob Gillman, but you can call me Jake. Derek is the other model. Not sure if Beck explained, but I'll go through it again just in case. We will do standard beginner codes. Red means Stop, Yellow means Caution, Green is Go. If you need water or to take a break, Mel agreed to be your gopher. Beck may call Red at any time as the Safety Coordinator. Everyone will stop until he clears the scene or decides to end the day. This is a safe place. There are no recording devices except pencil and charcoal. All cell phones were removed from everyone for the duration of the next four hours. There is a phone on the wall next to the door for emergencies. The doors are locked from the inside. Anyone can leave at any time, but no one can come in unless let in. When the models are here, no one is allowed in. No Exceptions. The other model has agreed to only simulated actions. Did I forget anything Beck?" Jake turned to the bald man who was petting Mel. He shook his head. "Any questions?" Jake asked.

Jessie shook her head.

"Great. Mitch will lead Derek out in a standard submissive outfit since you chose to wear the Femme-Dom outfit. There is a corset in the treasure box if you choose to use it, but it's hot from the lights in here, so I understand if you do not choose to wear it."

She shook her head.

"We need to know if anything makes you uncomfortable. I know you are not in the lifestyle, for which no one will judge you if you don't know what to do. Ask questions any time."

"It's all simulated right?" Jessie asked.

"That's correct."

"Then I'm your model for the next few hours." Jessie smiled being glad at how professional everything was going, except for Mel, of course.

"The students can draw you from the waist down if you don't want them to capture your face."

"I don't care."

"Perfect."

Mitch finally reappeared leading a towering wall of glistening muscle. Did they oil his skin? His rich umber skin matched well with the forest green mesh thong. Jessie's eyes went wide. You could see everything.  His body was delicious, and Jessie's eyes studied him like she was going to draw his body into her brain. It was easy to see why he was chosen as the model. Every muscle proportionate, clearly defined, but not steroid overdone. He towered over the small student who was leading him with a collar and chain that was attached to what looked like a burlap bag. The model's hands were bound behind him not giving him any privacy while drawing the eyes to his muscular round ass.

Jessie looked over to Mel who was giving her an "okay" hand signal and then mouthed a blow job. Jessie rolled her eyes.

"When we get home bro, I'm never speaking to you again." His muffled voice still bellowed from beneath the head covering.

"You lost the bet."

"Prove it."

"After class, I promise if you don't believe me... I'll wash the dishes for the rest of the week. I have a room full of witnesses."

"Fine," Derek said keeping his voice curt. Mitch led him near the table and helped him kneel on a cameo patterned pillow.

'Holy Shit.' Jessie mouthed to Mel. Beck maneuvered Jessie to a position behind the male model. Derek exercised his shoulders to loosen them up; then, held up the chain to no one in particular. Jessie looked to Beck who nodded for her to grab it.

"Derek, what's your safe word for today's pl- drawing session... You know... just in case." Beck asked.

"What the fuck does that mean Jake?"

"Safety first bro." Jake's smile couldn't get any bigger.

He groaned. "Fine. My safe word is DISHES...because your ass is doing them all week. Have they started yet?" He cocked his head to the side. "This thing is hot on my face. My balls are cold. You have 30 minutes and this bitch is coming off my head."

"Yes, students have already begun outline frames," Jake said. "Beck could you correct her grip?"

Beck was already moving it so he glared at Jake. Jessie nodded feel embarrassed that she wasn't holding a chain-leash thingy right. She fixed her posture and glared at Mel thinking of the perfect revenge for her friend.

"Beautiful Jessie. That gaze is amazing." Beck whispered in her ear making her shiver. He slid her a bit closer to Derek so her thighs touched his slick mountain of a back. 

She pretended that she was yanking his head up to kiss her, but he was pissing her off. That was the scene she imagined in her head. That fit, right?

 As if on cue, he tilted his head as if he was trying to look up at her.

"Perfect," Beck uttered.

Jake went into teacher mode: "30 minutes class until the next position. Make it count."