crash the model

Chapter 1

"OK now for this one I just want you to gaze in the distance as if you see something so absolutely breath taking it just takes your breath away yes?"

Rolling my eyes at the way Sarah used too many words trying to sound clever (or posh) I looked around at the green background behind me and the golden throne with the soft red cushion and the pointy back and arms that dug painfully into my skin as I rested my chin on my hand gazing over dramatically, with wide eyes and a more shocked than amazed expression, at a dark spot in the corner of the room by the door.

I hear Sarah sigh but before the flash of the camera could go off I stuck my tongue out in the direction of the camera and scrunched up my eyes tightly just as I heard the click from the camera and felt the heat and light coming from all directions.

I heard a quick intake of breath before smirking at myself knowing I'd produced a bad picture for Sarah.

"I looked away as she viewed the photo but hearing a small throaty chuckle I snapped my head around quickly snapping my attention back to where Sarah was and grinning happily.

Suddenly before I knew it the camera shutter went off again thanks to my boyfriend who was now standing next to Sarah and he laughed at my embarrassed expression as I realised he had just taken a picture of me when I was showing all my teeth. I glared at him before stalking over to the door throwing my hand up behind my shoulder as a casual wave to Sarah, my stylist, camera woman and mum.

Looking down at my skimpy dress I frowned as goose bumps prickled all over the skin on my shoulders and neck as the low cutting red dress flowed out around my body and tight at the top.

Suddenly wishing I'd pulled my jacket on over the top of my dress I briskly walked to the car and turned the heating onto full blast before pulling out into the road.

I always insist on taking my car to the studio instead of driving with mum or my boyfriends so that I can escape when I feel like leaving as I know mum and Charlie will always talk after I've gone and I like to leave the studio pretty much as soon as I arrive.

Charlie is 6 years older than me at 24 which people always give me some strange glances when I tell them (or somebody else does) but its not like he's my teacher! And anyway, sometimes he acts more immature than I do although that's only when he gets drunk which is pretty much never as he's a very punctual person and always likes to be in control.

I guess that's why my mum practically forced us to kiss that time when we were sitting on the couch at opposite ends and mum came and squeezed her big ass in the non-existent space between my leg and the sofa arm and shoving me so I was practically sitting on top of Charlie (although she would later call it a light push in our heated discussion after he had left the house that evening)

Our thighs and arms were touching as he leaned his arm over the back of the sofa over my shoulders to give us some more space my mum promptly left and I sighed realising there would be no getting out of this one before turning my head to look at Charlie and giving him a light peck on the lips. He blushed before reconnecting our lips and I think you know where it went from there.

Slamming the door of my jet black sports car and turning up the heat I backed out of the almost empty car park, flicking my blinker on as I went round the roundabout and headed down the road, as I got nearer to my house I reached down to turn the radio on to a better station and hearing my favourite song blaring out of the radio I started tapping my hands on the steering wheel and singing the lyrics out load not caring how I looked to the outsiders walking past.

"That everybody wants to take you home tonight,

But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine!"

Don't stop, doing what you're doing"