Suddenly, there was a huge flash of light and another orgasm rushed through my body, causing me to scream and convulse with my eyes shut to the blinding light.
A few moments later, I felt a soft pap against my face. Before I even opened my eyes I knew Diana was standing on my chest trying to wake me up.
“You did it! You found your inner power, Selene!” The cat jumped off me, allowing me to sit up. I was naked and covered in goop, sweat and the girly cum that Molly and I had shot. Molly!
I dashed to Molly's side, again trying to find a pulse. She was alive.
“They're all going to be fine. You beat the evil with the power of your orgasm!”
My blue eyes fell on the small gray cat, realizing with horror and excitement that my life had just changed for good.
Bitch In Heat
Interracial Urban Erotica
Asia Marquis
Looking at the ad on my desk, I feel a storm in my stomach. I really need this job. If I don't get it, I'll be out on the streets.
I have been unemployed for a year now, you see. The economy is so hard on everyone right now, and being a black woman it's even harder to find someone willing to hire me. Applying for retail stores and fast food places, even for freelance work has led to nothing. I considered being a cam girl for a while too. You know, one of those girls who strips on camera for the internet?
But I'm too shy to do that, and awkward with sexual situations. My last boyfriend told me over and over again I was absolutely frigid because I could never reach orgasm with him.
Shivering, I look back down at the ad.
I was online when it caught my eye. They are looking for unknown models. “Pretty, but with some meat on them,” it says. I'm hoping that means they want someone with wide hips and a pouch on my tummy, because that's me. My breasts are a nice size, but I have very large hips and some extra fat on my stomach. Okay, I admit it! I like to eat! Wouldn't you if your mama's passion was cooking traditional Southern food?
I sent them an email as soon as I saw the ad, telling them I am interested in whatever they have to offer. It didn't even occur to me until just now that they might just be murderers or something. My interview, or whatever it is, is today at noon. That's 45 minutes from now.
I was told to dress plain, but nicely. The makeup had to be fresh and look natural, so of course I spent an ungodly long time trying to make myself look natural while still wearing enough makeup to cover up my facial blemishes! I hope they don't mind a black girl showing up. Sometimes these places have a racial preference, but it didn't say anything on the ad!
Not sure what to do with my hair, I put it in a quick french braid. If they want it down, I'll have some nice waves in my otherwise straight black hair. I made sure my weave is always a normal color so I can get a job easily.
Dabbing some shear pink lipstick onto my lips with my finger, I check out my face in a compact mirror. It'll have to do. I outline my dark brown eyes with a black eyeliner before pressing my lips together. I practice my pout, and then a sultry smile. It just leaves me feeling silly, so I close the compact and toss it into my purse.
Satisfied that I don't look too overdone, I make sure my braid is secured, grab my bag, and head out of my house for the drive. The address I have on the paper is in the city, and I always get lost in Detroit. The roads are so ridiculous!
It's a nice day. If my try-out gets out early enough, I might go to the beach and read. I still have $1000 in the bank, so I can afford to live on my own until the end of this month. After that, I might have to move back in with my parents.
That idea alone knots up my stomach worse than the fear of my interview. I shudder while waiting for a red light.
Turning onto the street that the online map service gave me directions too, I grin to myself. I didn't get lost! If nothing else goes well today, at least there's that! Oh, and the fact that I'll be paid $200 up front for this job, and if I do well I'll get another $1000 and a steady modeling gig. That's pretty good too.
The building is tall and gray. It's probably one of those shared office buildings, where you have a schedule and you're only allowed to be there during your allotted time.
I step into the lobby. The floor is old, but was once a beautiful mural. The lights are dim. A man, tall and handsome, greets me. “You must be Jenna.”
I nod, still looking around. There are roses on the desk, and behind them sits an older woman with a scowl on her face.
“Come with me, love.” The man's voice is deep, with a slight accent. British, I think. Following him up a flight of stairs and through another door, I admire his ass and the way his shirt clings to his strong back. I don't normally like guys with a lot of muscles, but this guy is an Adonis!
“Take a seat while we get the cameras set up, and then we'll come have a chat.” He points to a set of chairs. They're clearly expensive and plush. Plopping down on one, I smile up at him before he disappears. I fidget with my purse, occasionally checking to be sure my makeup still looks nice.
It doesn't take long for him to come back, followed by 3 more men. Standing up, I smooth down my pink dress before sticking out my hand to greet them.
“You're just as beautiful as we hoped!” One of the men holds out his hand. He's dreamy, too, with blond hair down to his shoulders. It's wavy and reminds me of when I spent a summer in high school on a beach in Florida. The touch of his hand as we shake a greeting is warm and soothing.
I laugh at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“Follow us. We'll show you where the photos will be taken.”
The other two men look like they might be brothers. They're shorter than the blond man, but still taller than I am. All three men are gorgeous in their own way. Leading me onto the set, I spy a large desk and a blackboard. Back to school ads, maybe?
“Go ahead and sign the contract while we get your costume ready. Let us know if you have any questions.” The larger of the two brothers hands me a few sheets of paper. Sitting down, I try to read through them to make sure I'm not being scammed, but I don't speak legalese.
Deciding there can't be anything too horrible in the contract, I skip to the very end and sign and date it. There. My first modeling job!
The blond man saunters back to my side. “No questions?”
“Nope!” I chirp cheerfully.
“Well, I'm Brock. The two brothers over there are Harry and Paul. I'll be in the photos with you today and they'll be directing and shooting us. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, sounds good.” I peek over his shoulder to the brothers. The rack of clothes they're checking out is full of school uniforms. “Am I going to be wearing one of those?”
Brock nods and stands closer to me. I can feel his warmth, and a light scent of his deodorant. He smells manly and clean. “I'm your teacher, and you're my student.”
“Oh.” I think about that for a moment. “What?”
Brock laughs, his deep voice echoing through the large room. “Don't worry about it. Look, go get dressed, and I'll coach you through it, okay? I bet you're a natural.”
I nod, pulling my braid over my shoulder and fidgeting with the end as I wander over to the two brothers. Harry hands me an outfit. It's a blue skirt and a white shirt that is so thin I'm worried it will be see through. “Where's the changing room?”
Harry gives me a blank look.
“We don't have one. Most models just change where they are,” Paul says.
I look at the outfit and back up at Harry and Paul. Well, I better do what they expect. Untying my dress, I let it slide down my body and to the floor. All three men's eyes are on me now, admiring my curves and breasts. Reluctantly, Harry hands me the skirt, which I bend over to slip over my legs. I can feel all eyes on my ass and can't help but blush, my face burning red. I stand back up and take the shirt. Once that's done, the men have calmed down a bit.
"You look amazing. Put on these shoes and go stand by Brock,” Harry says. He touches the small of my back as he pushes me toward the stage.
Slipping into the black shoes on the floor, I admire myself for a second in the mirror. I look pretty cute, but I'm starting to suspect they haven't been up front with me about what I'll be doing.
“Um, I was told I'd be paid $200 upfront. Could I get that, please?” I hope I don't sound too pushy.
Paul digs into his pockets and pulls out a giant wad of cash. I take it and place it in my purse. Even if something weird is going on, at least they're reliable about the money. I go back over to Brock, who is leaning against the desk. I notice he's put on a jacket, tweed with leather patches sewn over the elbows. It's a good look on him, the light brown tweed against his tanned skin. His smile reassures me as he takes my hand.
"Go ahead and sit here." I sit in the chair in front of the desk. "Perfect, now slide the chair out a bit and turn more toward the camera. They need to see your body."
Scooting the chair out, I lean my body into the desk slightly, sucking in my stomach. Brock looks to Harry, who is now holding the camera. I glance over and see that Paul is also behind a camera. "What's that one for?"
Brock follows the direction of my eyes. "Oh! We're recording this, just to see where we could make changes. It'll probably be good for your portfolio too."
I nod, still not fully understanding. Or maybe I just want to believe this is all innocent.
"Now, try to smile. Innocently, but like you have a secret."
I do my best to follow his direction, as he poses me and tells me how to look at him. He takes off his jacket, then comes to sit on my desk with a ruler.