First she tries her cell phone

Bria dug out her cell phone, remembering that she had some map app on it. She'd never really used it, using her phone mostly to tease or blow off dates and to confirm meetings related to contests. She didn't have much in the way of friends, just hangers-on and guys who desperately wanted to fuck her.

Noticing an icon for text messages was flashing she decided to take a moment to see who'd texted her. Maybe it would be something juicy.

Sure enough some of her male admirers were texting her. She blew off most of them, having gotten what she'd wanted from them before leaving town. Darryl, who'd claimed to have some connections in Hollywood, was another matter. He'd sent her his usual kind of text.

'yo bitch, fuck lots of directors?'

Bria rolled her eyes. Typical Darryl. He was a brute, pure and simple, and girls were just fucktoys to him. She'd spent quite a bit of time with him towards the end of her stay at home.

'ass,' she replied. 'dozens. jealous?'

Smirking she went back to the apps section, pausing in surprise as the text icon popped up again. Flipping back to it she saw Darryl had already responded. "****," she muttered, sneering a little.

'whore' was all he'd said, and she gaped at the little device.

'am not' was all she could think to say back.

'jake sayz you'll be a hooker in 30 days. Trent says stripper in 2 weeks'

Bria fumed, glaring down at the device like he'd see her face.

'you?' she asked, curious. He was going to say something really shitty, she just knew it.

'3 months, naked scene in b-movie,' he replied. Bria felt oddly touched by his support. Until he sent another text. 'Legs spread all the way every day'

Bria paced back and forth in a rage, trying to think of a come-back.