Set Days Pt. 5

As I walked into the apartment, Clea immediately noticed me and exclaimed, "Well, well, well, look who's back from her steamy date."

I tried to brush it off, "It wasn't steamy, Clea. We just talked and then slept together."

Clea's eyes widened, "What do you mean you slept together? Like, slept together?"

I nodded my head, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Yes, Clea. We had sex."

Clea squealed with excitement, "Oh my God, Jazmine! I can't believe it! How was it? Was he good?"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know, Clea. I mean, it was my first time. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first, but...then it started to feel good."

Clea grinned, "I knew it! I knew he had a thing for you. And did you see the paparazzi photos? You looked amazing!"

I groaned, "Clea, can we please not talk about this anymore? I feel so embarrassed."

Clea's expression softened, "Okay, okay, I'll stop. But before we move on, I have a little present for you."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a box, handing it to me. I opened it to find a purple dildo, and I felt my cheeks flush again.

"Clea, what is this for?" I asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Clea shrugged, "It's just in case you miss Kyle, you know, for some alone time."

I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly accepting it. "Okay, thanks, Clea."

Clea smiled, "You're welcome, Jazmine. Now, go take a shower. I already set today as a day off for you." A shower was exactly what I needed to collect my thoughts.

I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and energized. I towel off and put on my bathrobe before heading to the living room. Clea is already sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Hey," she greets me with a smile. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, much better. Thanks for letting me stay in today," I reply as I sit down next to her.

"No problem. You needed it after that crazy date with Kyle," she says with a grin.

I roll my eyes. "Don't remind me."

Clea notices my mood and changes the subject. "So, I got some news for you."

"What is it?" I ask, intrigued.

"I've been talking to some people, and it looks like you might have some modelling gigs coming up," she says with excitement.

I'm taken aback. "Really? What kind of gigs?"

"Pantene, Victoria's Secret, L'Oreal, and even maybe Michael Kors," she says, and I feel a surge of excitement.

"Wow, that's amazing," I say, my mind racing with possibilities. "When are they happening?"

"Well, nothing is set in stone yet, but they're interested in you, and we'll have to see if the details work out. But I have a good feeling about this," she says with a wink.

I can't believe it. This could be the big break I've been waiting for.

"Thanks, Clea. I really appreciate it," I say, feeling grateful for her support.

"No problem, Jazmine. I'm always here for you," she says, giving me a hug.

We spend the rest of the day lounging on the couch, watching movies and catching up on our favorite TV shows. It's nice to have some downtime and just relax.

As I lay there, I can't help but think about the modelling gigs and the possibilities they hold. It's exciting to think about what the future might bring.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, groaning as I sit up and rub my eyes. Clea is already up and about, bustling around the apartment, getting ready for her meeting with the producers. I know I have a meeting with the Pantene executive today, and I can feel the nerves start to creep up on me. Clea notices this and comes over to give me a hug.

"Hey, don't worry. You'll do great. Just be yourself, and remember, you're amazing." she says, with a warm smile.

I nod, knowing that Clea's words always have a way of soothing my worries. I quickly hop into the shower and get dressed. Clea helps me pick out the perfect outfit for the meeting, and I head out.

As I enter the Pantene office, I am greeted by the executive, who ushers me into his private office. We sit down and begin to talk about the shoot. He compliments my looks and tells me how much he thinks I would be perfect for their campaign. But, his next words make me freeze.

"However, there is one more thing we would like you to do. Something that would make it easier for us to give you the gig."

I feel a lump form in my throat as I try to understand what he's implying. He continues, "I'm talking about a little something extra, you know. A blowjob."

I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment and disgust. I can't believe this is happening. But, I also can't shake the thought of my career, and how much it would mean to me to land this gig.

I try to protest, "I don't think that's appropriate. I came here to discuss the shoot, not to engage in any other activities."

He just smiles and leans forward, "Oh, come on. It's not a big deal. Everyone does it in this industry. And think about it, if you do this, you'll have a guaranteed spot in the campaign. It's a win-win."

My mind races with thoughts of what to do. I want to say no, but I also don't want to jeopardize my career. After a moment of silence, I reluctantly agree.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it."

The executive grins widely, and I can feel my stomach turn. But, I keep reminding myself that this is for my career.

I followed the executive into the private room, feeling numb and disconnected from my own body. I was disgusted with myself for what I was about to do, but the thought of disappointing Clea and ruining my career kept me moving forward.

The executive sat down on a couch in the corner of the room and patted the seat next to him, gesturing for me to come closer. My heart was pounding in my chest as I sat down beside him, trying not to make eye contact.

"Are you sure about this, Jazmine?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.

I nodded silently, unable to speak. He unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis, offering it to me. My stomach turned at the sight of it, but I **** myself to lean forward and take him into my mouth.

As I began to move my head back and forth, I tried to detach myself from the experience, focusing on the rhythmic motion of my head and the taste of his skin. His breathing became more labored and I knew he was getting close.

He placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down further onto his member. I choked slightly, but he didn't seem to care.

I tried to focus on anything else, but all I could feel was his hardness in my mouth, his hands on my head, and the sound of his moans filling the air.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I **** myself to continue, knowing that this was what it took to get ahead in the industry. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation of his thrusting, but there was no escape.

Finally, he climaxed, and I choked on his release, feeling it spill down my throat and coat my tongue. I gagged and tried to pull away, but he held me in place until he was finished.

I swallowed quickly, trying not to think about what I had just done. The executive zipped up his pants and smirked down at me.

"Thanks for the audition, Jazmine," he said before leaving the room.

I sat there, feeling dirty and violated. I had never felt so low in my entire life.

As I leave the office, I feel dirty and ashamed. I can't believe what I just agreed to. I try to put on a brave face, but as soon as I get home, I break down in tears, unable to hold in my emotions any longer.

As the day comes to an end, I'm left feeling lost and confused. How could I have let this happen? But, deep down, I know that it's not entirely my fault. This industry can be ruthless, and sometimes, you have to do things you're not proud of to make it to the top.