Gangstress

November 2000 (2)

***Angel's POV***

"Angel! Finally! What the hell have you been doin'?!" Charmin answered her phone clearly annoyed with me for declining her calls.

"Sorry I was out for lunch. What's up?"

"I just got a huge offer for you from Playboy."

"What? Really? How much?"

"They wanna give you a fuckin' million!"

"WHAT?!" I yelled into the phone, causing Christina's head to snap towards me. "Sorry!" I mouthed towards her and she giggled. "You're lyin', there ain't no fuckin' way they wanna pay me that much."

"Baby girl I wish I was lyin' to you right now."

"That's DUMB money Char, like fuckin' stupid money!"

"I know it is Angel."

"Well, okay, what do they want me to do? Like is it completely naked or what?"

"So they told me you would have complete creative direction, with the help of the photographers obviously, but yes, but for a million they would like you to do some fully nude."

"Fuck Char... I don't know. I'm super flattered that they want me, but that's just- I mean it's Playboy! I've never done a completely nude shoot like that, y'know?"

"Listen, listen. You don't have to make a decision now, but just promise me you'll think about it. It's a huge opportunity Angel, and I think you would be absolutely amazing. But it's your call, and if you're not comfortable with the full nudity, then maybe we can negotiate with them a little bit. But if we do that, then I don't think you're gonna get the full million."

I sighed. "I don't think so either. And I mean, it's not even fully about the money, like I said it's mothafuckin' Playboy! I would love to do something with them, but fuck, I don't know. Let me think on it, aight? I'll call you tomorrow or somethin'."

"Of course, of course. Take all the time ya need." She said in a reassuring tone.

"Okay, thanks Char." I brought the phone down from my ear and pressed 'end'. Just as I did that the car pulled up to the recording studio.

"Playboy?" Christina asked me with a smile as we both hopped out of the car.

I nodded. "They're offering me a fuckin' million." I whispered close to her ear.

Her eyes went wide as we walked through the doors. "Are you serious?!"

"Yup."

"And you're unsure about it?!"

I laughed. "I just- I don't know. I've never done anything like that. Which I know sounds dumb, considering I've done essentially naked shoots, but nothing completely naked, y'know?" I said as we entered the elevator.

"Who cares?! I'd do it."

"Ya don't see it as being a sell out?"

"Hell no! I see it as being apart of a legacy, and making a shit load of money at the same time."

"Yeah? Ya think?"

She nodded her head dramatically. "Absolutely. But do what you're comfortable with. Nobody's saying you have to do it." She said as we entered the studio.

"I know. I'll see. I'ma think 'bout it for sure."

After we recorded for the majority of the day, it was finally time to leave and I hadn't stopped thinking about this damn Playboy offer once. Not only was I constantly debating it in my head, I was also worried about what Marshall would think. I really didn't know how he was gonna react, and knowing him, it wouldn't be a supportive one.