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Chapter 10 by Jnightshade Jnightshade

What do you do next?

So, you're a model

Alex is true to her word and over the next couple of weeks she lands you several more photo shoots. Carver actually got your photo on the cover, and you can't help but be a little excited.

You are making gads of money. The biggest problem you have is boredom. And, with nothing to do you are horny. Your recent trysts seem to have unlocked a beast. An expensive 'massager' does nothing but make it worse. Sex with Alex just results in having to deal with her gay anxiety and guilt, and if you call Carver one more time he's going to think you are in a relationship. You need to find another lover.

You consider going online, but that will involve a sign up. Your needs are a bit more immediate. That means a bar.

You throw on a little black dress and head to the bathroom to do your makeup. As you enter the room seems to dim. In your mirror is a long cave tunnel with a woman in a spectacular black mini-dress in the distance. You close you eyes, fearing for your sanity. You open them expecting the woman to be gone.

You open them to Sara staring at you.

"Hi, Tara. I've missed you."

"Um, hi hallucination."

Sara fondles her breast. "Trust me, I'm not a hallucination."

You examine her closely. She is exactly how you remember Sara, except for her eyes. Her eyes are slitted and red. They would seem more at home on a reptilian predator than your friend.

"Ok, then where's Di?"

"I don't know. Her deal wasn't consummated. She could be anywhere."

"Huh?"

"You do remember your deal? Anyway I'm out of time. Let me give you a hand with your makeup before I go."

The lights flicker and you close your eyes. When you open them all you see in the mirror is your face. However, your makeup is done and it is quite spectacular. Your eyeshadow is perfect making your eyes pop, your lipstick is a shiny sophisticated burgundy. You look sexier than you ever could have imagined. Oddly your bra feels tight around your chest.

You turn to leave wondering, guy, girl, raunchy, athletic, perhaps mousy or shy. You lick lips. Only one thing is for certain, you are getting laid.

Guy, girl, raunchy, athletic, or shy, what interests you?

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