Sherri Wolf

I turned to see a tall, slender woman with long dark brown hair, standing there and staring at us. She had an aura of beauty around her, and I really couldn’t deny that she was nearly as gorgeous as Vanessa. Nearly. There were also two other ladies by her side, like an entourage of some kind.

“Ugh, what do you want, Sherri?” Anne said as she picked up her drink from the bartender and sipped it. “Can’t you see that we were actually having a good time?”

“Uh, who are you?” I asked, looking around at the others.

“How do you not know who I am?” Sherri said, growling a little. I meekly tried to sink into my barstool. “I am Sherri Wolf, famous model and star of the Vivisallitti line for three years running.”

“Only cause you slept your way to the position,” Hal snarked.

“Hmph!” Sherri said, stomping her foot. “There’s no proof of that,” she said, crossing her arms defensively. “Besides, the fans voted for me in their popularity contest. And clearly, I had won.”

“You won in, like, some B-list magazine,” Leon said, sipping his drink. “When the actual contest came around, you lost every year to Vanessa.”

“And she’ll continue to lose to me every year,” Vanessa said as she put her arm around me, trying to lessen Sherri’s intimidation on me. “What can I say? Aphrodite has blessed me.”

“Ugh,” Sherri said, scowling.

“Careful dear,” Hal said, “You’ll get wrinkles like that. Then you’ll definitely lose even further.”

“Hmph,” Sherri said, flicking her bangs to the side before turning to me. “And just who is this?”

“Oh, oh!” I stammered as I realized she was talking to me. “I’m Vanessa’s girlfriend. I’m here to support her.”

“Ugh, figures,” Sherri said as she turned her attention to Vanessa, her snooty attitude returning. “You needed some gimmick to boost yourself because you knew you were going to lose to me in a few weeks, so you decided to play the lesbian card.”

“Excuse me!?” Vanessa nearly lept out of her chair and tackled Sherri, but Leon put his hand in front of her and stopped her.

“Yeah, just for publicity, obviously,” one of Sherri’s entourage spoke up. Vanessa was getting antsier by the second.

“Come on now,” Anne said, eyeing up Vanessa to see whether or not she had to step in and hold Vanessa back. “You really think that she NEEDS any kind of angle to beat you?”

“Yeah!” Vanessa said, calming herself down. “Just you watch. I’m gonna crush you in the next popularity contest again.” She once again put her arm around me. “And I LOVE my girlfriend. You’re just jealous.”

“Hmph, as if. This will be the year that I win!” Sherri said.

I stared and thought about Sherri. Clearly, she needed to be put in her place. But, what kind of change could I do to her to teach her a lesson? After some careful thinking, I knew exactly what to do.

Sherri Wolf’s hands will idly fondle and pleasure her entourage. Anytime someone brings it up to her, she’ll make some kind of excuse. Sherri’s entourage will immensely love Sherri touching them and have increased pleasure sensitivity to her touch.

I felt my hand and arm tingle with the magic from the ring. I clenched my fist to hold back the pain. After a few seconds, it subsided. Almost immediately, Sherri wrapped her arms around her entourage and put it on their waists, rubbing their sides. Both girls immediately moaned in delight.

“Isn’t that right girls?” Sherri asked, looking at the two of them.

Both girls were panting a little. “Y-Yeah, she’s gonna beat you r-real good,” the one on the left said as her eyes gently fluttered as Sherri continued to touch her.

“Y-Yeah,” the other said, mimicking the other girl.

“In fact, you know what? How about we step it up even further?” Sherri asked with a smirk. “You and me. Tonight. Model-off.”

“A what now?” I asked, confused and a bit distracted by the entourage’s reactions.

“Ugh, again with the model-offs?” Anne asked as she sipped her drink. “It’s basically when two models see who can out perform the other on the runway. Whoever basically gets the loudest cheers or whatever wins.”

“How does that make sense? Isn’t that more about the outfits of the designers that you’re wearing?” I asked, trying to make sense of it all.

“Hmph,” Sherri said, smirking and lowering her hands to squeezing the asses of her entourage. The two girls’ faces were in pure delight as they leaned into Sherri. “Any good model can make any outfit look great.”

“Fine,” Vanessa said as she leaned back into her barstool. “I’ll take you up on your challenge.” She reached her hand out to shake on it.

Sherri reached her hand out, but right before she did. “And let’s make it interesting,” Sherri said with a chuckle. “Loser has to model down the runway wearing only pasties and a thong?” Immediately, she shook Vanessa’s hand.

“WHAT!?” All of us exclaimed in unison.

“Unison screaming? That’s not concerning at all.”

I turned over to see Summer and Danna walking over to us. Both of them were wearing absolutely stunning dresses that probably cost way more than anything I’d ever see in my whole life! Summer had a tight black dress on that sparkled, contouring her thighs and whole body. Meanwhile, Danna had a teal dress with extra shoulder cuffs that extended down to her ankles.

“Exactly what is going on here?” Summer asked as she looked around, her gaze turning icy as she looked at Sherri. Danna was also staring at Sherri, but for a different reason.

“Oh, just a model about to learn her place,” Sherri chuckled as she turned around and started heading into the crowd. “Model-off will be at nine. Hope you get something good going.” She laughed to herself as she disappeared into the crowd.

“Alright, someone please fill us in about what just happened,” Summer said, looking towards me and Vanessa.

I quickly filled them in about what just happened, then introduced them to Vanessa’s friends.

“I see,” Summer said as she pondered to herself.

Vanessa, meanwhile, was downing shots from the bartender. “Uuuuugggghhhhhh, what have I done?”

“What’s wrong?” Summer translated for Danna.

“I can’t do model-offs,” Vanessa sobbed as she laid her head down on the bar.

“What? What do you mean you can’t?” I asked. “Vanessa, you’re an amazing and beautiful model.”

“A picture model, maybe!” She tried to order herself another drink, but Hal stopped the bartender from handing her any more. She sighed loudly before turning to me. “I can’t live model. I get too nervous and keep messing up. That’s why I do photos where I can take as many takes as needed.”

“I can confirm this,” Leon said with a hearty sigh.

“I just… couldn’t take her stupid attitude,” Vanessa said. “I’ve got about two hours to find some amazing outfit to model and get it right. UGH! What am I going to do?”

“Well, we’ll have to get you backstage and hopefully there’s something that one of the designers has as a back-up that you could wear,” Hal said, trying his best.

“But I don’t know any of the designers personally,” Vanessa said as she lifted her head up and leaned it on my shoulder. “How am I gonna find someone?”

Then, Danna clapped her hands together, drawing all of our attention. She smiled widely and gave a thumbs-up.