Gift of the Old

The alarm clock goes off. I groan, not wanting to wake from my dream, but I know I must otherwise my employer will yell at me, though that's never too bad. I wouldn't admit it to his face, but I actually got wet when he yelled at me, his angry expression seemed so dominant and so powerful that I became submissive to his will. He had yet to realise this about me, but I know that someday he will, and hope that he will take advantage of me when that day comes. I quickly shower, dealing with the heat emanating from my crotch, get dressed, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and put on some make-up, yep, I'm just your average twenty-two year old college drop out who works as a model. I look at the time leisurely, knowing that they wouldn't fire me, they're best model, though I knew that even I couldn't get away without slapped wrists if I'm more than half an hour late. I grab my purse and head off.

My name Lisa Knulla -- pronounced in the same way as cannula --, and I am hot. I know I am, and not just because guys often stop and stare, or because people in my modelling agency tell me so, no it's because I have perky 36D breasts, 27'' waist, and 36'' hips, overall I'm just the right size for my height, which is 5ft 11''. I also have electric blue eyes and radiant blonde hair from my Swedish ancestry. Not many of the other models were any where near me in terms of beauty, primarily because they're too skinny and therefore lacking up top and below, though some keep some weight and are able to maintain, but never for very long. They always give into pleasure. This excludes me though, since I've been working here for many months and not once have I given into pressure. This is probably because I always take things at my own pace.

I am the best model at the agency, with more than just a few magazines dedicated to my curvaceous form. All seems perfect right? My house is nice and easily paid for, my work is enjoyable and makes it easy to pick up men, but it's... lonely. No one really knows me, they all say how pretty I am and how lucky I am to be here, but no one cares. I'm alone, so damn alone.

"Do... you... want..." I turned around in the middle of the driveway and looked around, no one was there.

"I'm losing it." With that conclusion I got into my Mercedes and drove to my place of work.

The agency I work at is fairly stand alone, but it's still successful enough to pay all the models a hefty sum. We were being distributed all over the world and I had received many offers from more successful magazines and other companies to work for them, but that didn't really work for me. I'm not worried about money, I don't really want anything else, and if I went to work for one I would have to move to a whole new city. I live in more a town than anything, but it's large enough to be considered a small city, and it's here where I have a friend, and she's the one person I refuse to lose. Her name's Madison, though I just call her Madi, and she's attractive just not sexually attractive. Her skin is smooth and her face the equivalent of a movie star's, but her curves were non-existent, her breasts were barely A cups, her waist was slim but wasn't slim enough for a 5ft 9'' full grown woman, and her hips were small, barely 30'', but these imperfections of her's are what makes her able to listen to me. Rather than being jealous of my beauty she worships me.

Madi wasn't very smart, but she wasn't an idiot either, it was more that her joys in life came from rather simple things, like being friends with me for example. She was a good listener though and would sit through my rants about work issues, and even offer some advice to help resolve the issue. I liked her as a friend, but I didn't have any thoughts of experimenting, though if I di

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