Another email from Blake

“God, he’s presumptuous.” Erik remarks, staring at the screen.
“He’s a dickhead.” Ari says, the two leaning over Vi’s shoulder, reading her email.

“Bitch, your email is way too nice.”

“Hate to agree with short stack over here.” Erik says, grimacing as Vi hits send.

“What?" Ari looks over at the blonde man in her dorm room, flabbergasted by the casualness of his remark, completely lost on how to react.

“I just… I want to commit…. I want to be on that red carpet like Zelda and the rest!” Vi grumbles.

“I know babe… You know best, just don’t let him pressure you, okay?”

Vi stares at her monitor, putting her hand on top of Erik’s, he having placed it on her shoulder reassuringly.

Ari keeps staring at her Erik, utterly confused. “What?” She repeats, lost for words.

Erik slips his hand back and sits on Vi’s bed. “Are there other photographers around? If Blake keeps being a shit?”

Ari sighs and lets it go, sitting next to Erik. “Yeah, surely there other options? Your other collection has sold well right?”

Vi turns the chair around, facing them both, she brings a foot up onto the seat, resting her chin on her knee. “There are… But, Blake is far and away the most influential of the bunch, the fact I got a chance with him with no prior modelling or influencer status was a minor miracle."

"Maybe time to start looking at those other options?" {gift} suggests.

Vi groans, grabbing a strand of her long hair and taking it between her teeth, a nervous tick she very rarely employs.

“That’s bullshit. He can just end your career on a whim?”

Vi nods solemnly, her eyes fixed on a wrinkle on the bed sheets.

“Erik, go beat him up or something, be a man.” Ari sneers, elbowing the boy sitting next to her playfully.

“Please.” Erik responds, rolling his eyes, leaving it at that, his attention and concern squarely on Vi.

Ari sighs and leans forward. “Sorry, Vi. Just trying to make you feel better.”
Vi smiles softly. “I know, I appreciate it, babes.” She sighs. “It just sucks so much.”
Erik’s eyes narrow in thought. “Babe. You sure you okay even doing the explicit stuff?"

She looks up, and without hesitation, nods.

“Just checking.”

Ari glances at Erik and does a half nod. “He’s got a point Vi. I feel like if you wanted this you wouldn’t be so like… Conditional about it?”

Vi shakes her head. “I do want to. Seriously. It’s just. Consent?” She laughs softly. “It’s just genuinely wanting to be mentally prepared when I get there. I figured this would come eventually anyway.” She opens the social post from the night before, navigating to Blake's post, she opens Winona’s profile.

“God she’s so mommy.” Ari says, licking her lips.
“Have to agree with short ass.” Erik says.

Ari slowly turns her head, her eyes glimmering with murderous intent, only to be ignored by the couple again.

“She started similar to me. Just doing commercials, modelling and stuff. And then moved into boudoir, explicit content, and then occasionally does full nsfw."

“You were willing to do full nsfw?” Erik asks.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe? I think I could be convinced, especially with how open and free our sex life is now.”

Ari sighs in frustration, turning back to Vi. “But?”
Vi swipes to another profile, Zelda. “But… Blake’s really turning me off to it now.” She swipes through her profile. “Zelda went straight into nsfw content. I’ve met her actually.”
“Did you ask about Blake?” Erik inquires.

She nods. “Yeah. She had nothing but positive things to say… She’s also….”

“Sluttier.” Ari says.

“In a way.” Vi confirms.

She puts her phone on the desk. “I guess we’ll see how it goes.” She smacks a fist onto the armrest. “I want to be a model. I know that for sure. I feel so free, so confident.”
“It’s just Blake?” Erik asks, inviting her to give a final statement on it.

She sighs. “Maybe he just reminds me of my dad too much.” She rationalises. “The over-macho, male-dominant stuff.”

Ari snickers, grabbing Erik’s wrist and flapping his hand up and down. “Who needs more old daddies when you got a daddy in spirit right here.”
Erik laughs softly, letting Ari manhandle him, glancing at Vi. “What’s your limit? For this bunny girl shoot?”

She thinks. “I think. I’ll go as far as like… a blowjob.”
“What a conservative limit.” Ari teases, getting the first giggle from Vi tonight.
“I know. I know.” She looks at Erik. “Would that be okay with you babe?”

Erik chuckles and nods. “Yeah of course. You know me. That would be hot as fuck.”

‘And I don’t have much room to speak on…’

His mind flashing through Heidi bouncing on his dick in his bed, Maki licking his chin while he gropes her fat tits, and Amelia sitting on his face, choking on his cum. He glances sideways at Ari. The NTR roleplay plan being conducted on Sai also a reminder.

Vi stands up suddenly, shaking her arms out, she reaches out her hands, pulling the two up, she leads them in shaking and stretching. “Okay! No more negativity! Shake it out with me you two!”

Erik laughs and follows her lead, all too happy to play along with her silliness. Ari on the other hand, plays along, but is sure to let her know her thoughts on the matter. “Vi, sometimes I forget how fucking lame you are. Then you do this.” She looks at Erik, laughing and committing even more than their leader. “And I’m reminded why you two losers are perfect for each other.”

Vi laughs, wrapping her arms around Erik’s torso, sticking her tongue out at her best friend. “I have to believe, in the best-case scenario. I can avoid a life of office work, and be a model, living in Monaco!”

“Ew, Monaco?” Erik says, looking down at her.
“That’s where rich people live, right?”
Erik smirks. “So random.”
“She just wants to fuck an F1 driver, cucky.” Ari teases, crossing her arms.
He looks down at her. “You take the driver I take the WAG?”
“Deal!” She grins.

“Oh, fuck off you two.” Ari groans, lying down on her own bed. “Sick of you two.”
“Wanna get some food?” Vi asks Erik, letting go of him and grabbing her phone.
“Sure.” Erik says.

“What the fuck? Invite me?”
Erik lifts an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were sick of us short-shit.”
“I’m not that sick of y-“ She shakes her head, sitting up, staring at him, cracking her knuckles.

“Vi. I’m gonna kill him. I hope you find another boyfriend.”
Erik laughs as Ari launches at him like a startled cat, her claws extending towards his neck, evidently well past her limit on the references to her stature.