A shower, and getting her day going.

{if Career = 5
}Beth lay in bed for about twenty minutes after Brian left, thinking about yesterday's shoot. {if Formation = 5
} It was a good thing that Brian didn't like to see the fruits of her labor: the shoot had...gone a little further than she had intended. She didn't show bare pussy in these sets, but this one had come very close, with only her fingers shielding her lady parts in the final shots.

Damien was a professional... but she knew he wanted her to show the full monty. Hell, he had made no bones about the fact that she could make a killing in full porn scenes, even offered to introduce her to some producers. With the numbers he threw out, temptation was real...and besides... she liked to fuck. But Brian would never be okay with it.{elseif Formation = 3
}
Damien...her favorite photographer to work with... had surprised her with the idea of a BDSM set...and she had leaped at the chance to play the submissive slut. Damien was exactly the kind of assertive older guy that used to get her wet in her formative years, and during the shoot, he had played the part of the dominant well. So well, in fact, that if he had whipped his cock out and commanded her to polish it for the shoot... she shook her head to dispel that thought. She wouldn't have... surely not. But it had been thrilling, nonetheless... she could still feel the encircling leather collar...the restricting shackles... {else
}

The shoot had gone well: playful over raunchy, tasteful without being coquettish. She still thrilled at showing off her body and Damien knew how to make her comfortable and draw out her inner sex kitten. He wasn't bad looking himself, she mused. Photographers themselves weren't always lookers, but Damien was.{endif
}
The reminder of her lunch date motivated her to stop lazing around and get to her shower.
{elseif Career = 4
}Beth lounged in bed for a little while after Brian left. It had been two weeks since she had quit working at the restaurant. She had told Brian that it was the customers shitty tips and annoying demands that made her quit. She hadn't had the nerve to tell him that it was because the bar manager, Seth, had come on to her...and that she had quit because she had not been 100% confident in her ability to rebuff his advances. Better to remove herself from temptation{if Formation = 5
}, especially given her slutty past.{else
}.{endif
}
Lindsay Greer, her college and post-college roommate, had danced in topless clubs throughout college and afterwards. She had tried to persuade Beth to do it to, always telling her she had the body to make a lot of money. {if Upbringing = 1
} Beth never wanted to be the stereotypical "stripper with daddy issues." So she had never entertained that idea.{elseif Upbringing = 2
}As if she wanted to be an even bigger disappointment to her father than she knew she was already. {else
}{endif
}{if Formation = 5
}The idea did thrill that naughty girl she had inside her, the one she fought every day to keep stuffed below.{elseif Formation = 4
}That world was a gateway to the **** she had worked hard to put in her past; it would be unwise to expose herself to all that.{elseif Formation = 1
} She scoffed. Never in a million years. {endif
} Maybe the temp agency would have something for her, but she had to admit to herself that she was getting used to having her days to herself, if her nights were still largely unsatisfying.
The prospect of laundry getting done before her lunch date finally chivied her out of her laze and into the shower.{elseif
Career = 3
}The desire to get some laundry done and have some time to catch up on emails and Facebook before her first appointment chivied Beth out of bed and into the shower. {elseif Career = 2
}Beth's desire to get some laundry done and have some time to catch up on emails and Facebook before her lesson chivied her out of bed and into the shower. {else
}Beth spend some time in bed, rubbing her sore feet and thinking about her upcoming shift, and Seth. {if Formation = 5
}
Seth Malek was a good looking guy at 32, and therein lay the problem. It wasn't really that she was offended or felt harrassed by him... it was that sometimes she wanted him to come on a little strong... to feel the rush of a flirtation that shouldn't happen. She knew herself, and dreaded the thought of what could happen. But she didn't want to quit the job and put Brian under any more pressure. She bit her lip in frustration.
{elseif Formation = 3
}
Seth Malek wasn't much older than Brian, 32 to Brian's 29. But somehow, Seth managed to seem years older, with a commanding deep voice and just the beginnings of premature gray in his goatee and sideburns. She knew that she was encouraging his infatuation with her sometimes when she played the ingenue, and she always berated herself for it afterward. He wasn't going to stop his stealthy pursuit if she kept that up. {elseif Formation = 1
}
Seth Malek was 32, and with three years on Brian he was definitely pushing out of the age range she found attractive. She had refused to believe the other girls when they said Seth had a thing for her. Guys just didn't... come on to her like that. At least...not many. It was hard to deny that he wrote the schedule that put them together at the end of so many long nights. She didn't like the implication. {else
}
Seth Malek, the bar manager and the man who wrote her schedule, would be closing with her again tonight. It was obvious that he did this on purpose. He never crossed the line; never a comment that would send her to the owner for harrassment, never a touch that couldn't be written off as incidental. She wasn't sure how to feel about it though. Some of the other girls thought it was cute. She would have to make sure Seth knew, in no uncertain terms, that she loved her fiancee. One day. She didn't want to make waves.
{endif
}
The prospect of getting some laundry done and catching up on emails and Facebook before her lunch date finally chivied her into the shower. {endif
} After dressing, and a simple breakfast of a bagel and yogurt, Beth threw in the first load of laundry into the washer and then popped open her laptop to catch up on emails and check Facebook.
{if Career = 1
}To her surprise, there was an email from a modeling agent that she had sent some of her work to a few months back. She had written that off as a dead end, but here was an email with the subject line: Interested in you for an upcoming shoot, please respond A bit stiff and formal, but her pulse quickened.{elseif Career = 5
}To her surprise, there was an email from Damien. Last Night's Set is a big hit. Need to talk about a new shoot. {else
} The usual likes and comments rolled by, the promotional emails for wedding shows and dresses went into the "read" column one by one. {endif
}