That One Night Stand

2

I flicked my hair off my shoulder, relaxing on the bed.

"So how was last night?" Amy asked me as she took photos. The flash going off.

I hummed to myself, a ghost of a smile on my lips, looking seductively at the camera. "Yummy, Amy. Absolutely yummy."

Amy giggled, maneuvering around me and the bed. "Right, now the white set, then continue telling me."

Getting up, I went to the change room and saw the silky underwear waiting for me. Quickly swapping them over, I shoved the old underwear into a bag. What I wear, I keep and I needed to wash them after wearing them.

Stepping out off the change room, adjusting one tit in my bra, I went to the chair and sat, letting the hairdresser take over, designing my hair.

"So, last night." Amy pushed on.

Amy is my best friend and I tell her everything, after teasing her for a while.

"Tall, muscular, hunky... don't leave me in suspense!"

I grinned widely at her. Amy is the photographer for the modelling agency I work for. We met a while back and hit it off from the get go.

"What time last night?" I dragged on, smirking at her.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Hurry up woman."

Giggling, I moved to the next room we were shooting at and started posing.

"How was he?"

I smiled wider, my eyes sparkling, on hand on my hip.

"Oh, an eight?"

I raised an eyebrow, telling her higher.

"A nine?"

"Higher." I whispered, turning on the spot.

"No!" Amy dropped her arms, staring at me. "Seriously? A ten? Get out!"

I laughed at her. "What about you?"

Amy started clicking away again, slowly rotating around me. "Meh. Can't beat a ten." She smiled with pity. I know that smile. That's the ex train smile.

"You rang Cameron, didn't you?" I sighed out, slightly disappointed in her.

Amy shrugged, changing the lens's over.

"He cheated on you, Amy!" I gasped, trying to make her see sense.

Then Amy smiled wickedly at me and I knew she was up to mischief. "Now the hoe will know what it's like to be with a cheater, with someone that doesn't think she is his world."

"You are doing all this for payback?"

Amy nodded as she fiddled with the camera. People from the sidelines came in and rearranged some lights and furniture and I went to the table for a drink.

"Oh you evil skank!" I laughed at her mirthfully. "You are so evil!"

Amy boasted, moving her shoulders and whipping her hair off her shoulders. She was annoyed with it as it was either too long from a pixie cut she held for a few years or too short for having long hair. The fake blonde suited her and from my experience, not many people could pull the fake blonde off.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold." Amy grinned at me. "Now get up on the bed."

"Yes, mistress." I teased in a saucy manner, crawling up the bed. I threw in a few fake poses for laughs as Amy giggled and I waggled my eyebrows.

"So are you gonna see him again?" Amy asked me after calming down from her fits of laughter.

"Who?"

"The man from last night."

"Oh. Um, Mr Hunky? Nope. Probably not. Don't know his name. Nor his number. Don't even know the address I was at." I shrugged casually.

"And you call me a skanky." Amy shrieked playfully.

I twirled a finger around my chocolate brown hair and pulled at it, biting on my bottom lip.

"Hold that pose." Amy snapped suddenly, her professional side coming out. "Shame you were in the white set. Alright. Last one. Go the red one now."

I mimicked a salute at her, jumping off the bed and back to the change room. I liked the red one. It was a full lingerie set. The garter, stockings, the thin g-string and sexy as hell matching bra.

I'm comfortable with my body and I have to be, modelling lingerie. It's what I do for a career.

I quickly got changed and stepped out off the change room, strutting towards Amy.

She wolf whistled, snapping up pictures as I tried to be as seductive as possible. I've been modelling lingerie for over a year and modelling since I was thirteen. I'm used to the people shuffling around me as they slid the green screen behind me.

"That's it, baby, show me that ass!" Amy giggled at me as I turned on the spot, looking behind sinfully. I went to a waiting armchair and sat comfortably, yet looking naughty, tugging at my hair again.

We kept it up for another fifteen minutes before calling lunch and I wrapped a silk gown around me.

Rolling my neck and shoulders, I sat on my seat, picking at the variety of food in front of me.

"Wanna go out tonight?" Amy asked me. Arching a brow, I turned to my best friend.

"Are you actually gonna pick up a random or call it quits and ring Cameron again?" I teased her softly, grinning.

"Actually, I was thinking girls night out. No boys at all."

This surprised me a bit. "Really?" Then I pouted. "What if I get horny and want a man?"

Amy shrugged, throwing me attitude. "You're entitled to get horny, just no men. I don't want any testosterone crashing my vibe."

"So I am allowed to be horny, just can't release it." I stated to her, making Amy see the flaw of this plan. "You know damn well how active I am."

"I never said you couldn't have sex. Just not with a man. If you wanna screw, fine, but fuck a chick." Came Amy's casual tone before shoveling food in her mouth.

I didn't know whether to be disgusted or not in her statement and before I could reprimand her, Amy cut me off.

"Don't be all prune like now, Maya, you've slept with plenty of chicks before."

I pressed my lips together. "Well, duh, I know that. But a woman just can't scratch what a man can sometimes. I prefer a good, hard and thick cock just a little bit more than a wet pussy." I pinched my fingers together to show Amy.

Amy rolled her eyes but smirked, shaking her head at me.