Hannah // Zara

Hannah put down her phone, pursing her lips into a self-satisfied grin. She was always a morning person, and even though she hadn’t needed to go to work that morning she’d still been up at 5:30 AM for a run on her treadmill, followed by some light yoga. Getting a call from Ollie before he had to head to work himself wasn’t unheard of, but usually he was a lot more groggy.

This morning, when she answered the phone, he’d had a pep in his voice that didn’t usually show itself until at least after 10, and that had answered her first question - how had the date gone?

Apparently, really well.

He’d dropped the real bomb on her then - they were going to go on another date. Ollie, her Oliver, her best friend who hadn’t dated anyone ever, was going on a second date. With a celebrity crush of his!

She was shocked, and thrilled, and really hoped the thrilled part was what she’d let get through the phone to him. She was always careful not to ever insult him, even if she could sometimes be a bit of a bitch to other people at work. Ollie was her person, and she never wanted him to feel like he was less than that in her eyes.

Once the phone call had ended, Hannah had flopped down onto her couch and looked out the window of her apartment at the surrounding buildings, grinning to herself. “Ho-ly shit,” she said, shaking her head. She’d finally gotten Ollie to start dating.

The fact that Ollie had been cagey, especially about the end of the date, told her that he’d even gotten a little intimate with April. Maybe some making out in the car? Some heavy petting? She could only imagine his face when he touched her boobs, and she’d done plenty of Googling leading up to the date - April had some pretty big tits. Not massive, but way more than Hannah had herself.

There was a part of her that wondered how intimate they could have gotten. Heavy petting at most, and kissing, right? It was a first date after all, and Ollie couldn’t have been too confident since it was his first real date. That made Hannah picture Ollie happily dating someone, and them being able to go on double dates together. And what if it went really, really well in the long term and he married April? He would be so fucking cute as a husband with whoever he ended up with. Just imagining him doting on a loving wife gave Hannah a warm-and-fuzzy feeling, knowing how much he and her had helped mold each other. He’d raised her expectations of boys since they’d met in middle school, and while that meant her dating life was cratered with failed relationships, none of those craters were very deep or painful.

Hannah tried to picture April and Ollie, married and living together out in the suburbs somewhere. And for some reason that… put a pit in her stomach. Ollie out in the suburbs meant he’d be living farther away from her than they ever had before. He wouldn’t be just a quick walk away. Hell, she’d picked her apartment building primarily because he was 5 minutes down the street.

If Ollie got married, there wouldn’t be as much Hannah and Ollie time for themselves.

Suddenly, Hannah felt like she needed to go to the gym and get a proper pump on. She needed to burn off the negative energy she was feeling to try and stay positive. Ollie dating was good. She just needed to make sure that April wasn’t going to go and steal him away from her.

Zara couldn’t believe it. She set her phone down and stretched, wincing a little as the Vegas sun leaked around her big glasses. Stretching out by the pool was supposed to be relaxing, but after the week she’d had it wasn’t helping. First, that bitch Heather Gardner had started horning into some of the jobs that Zara had already booked. Just because the cunt had won Miss Mississippi or whatever didn’t mean she should be considered a hot commodity. Then Eric had been so cold with her during her last shoot.

His words were still ringing in her ear. You need to figure out what sexy is, because I’m getting tired of photographing standoffish. He’d said more, but that was the main thrust. Apparently, Zara had a ‘resting bitch stance.’ Her smile was beautiful, as was her simmering pout, but was it her fault that she just found people… ugh?

Especially other models.

She’d known that April was going on that date thing and had answered the phone ready to hear the whole story and giggle along with whatever story had of the fans bumbling. What she hadn’t been prepared for was April gushing over this man. So kind, so smart, so lovely. It almost made her puke.

How could April, of all people, fall for some schlub from her hometown? Hell, how could she hook up with him when he’d won their first date in a glorified raffle?

That was really the problem. April had hooked up with a guy, and Zara was being accused of being frigid. She wasn’t a virgin, she just hadn’t ever been satisfied with any of her previous attempts at sex. She’d sort of given up on dating because what was the point? They were either boys, or they were men cheating on their wives, or they were douchebags. Zara very much held that all the good men were already married, or were hiding out in the woods somewhere.

Zara’s phone pinged, and she picked it up and her jaw dropped as she lifted her sunglasses from her eyes to get a better look at the screen.

“Holy fuck,” she said, and a woman a few spaces down the pool scoffed and shushed her. “Oh, fuck off,” Zara said, flipping her the bird.

April had sent her a photo for proof. It was her best friend, tits out and grinning, with a goddamn elephant trunk resting on her shoulder. And it was that big soft.

Jesus Christ, Zara texted back. Did you fuck a donkey or something?

April sent her back a crying laughing emoji and a shrugging emoji.

Zara blew out a breath and went back up to the picture. April looked hot and had great tits, but that cock… The model found herself daydreaming, imagining it was her in that picture with a big cock just waiting to be sucked hard and rammed down her throat.

Shaking her head to try and clear the image, and the tactile imagining of a cock in her mouth, Zara sighed and set her phone down for a minute before quickly standing up and gathering her things. She needed to head up to her hotel room - she wasn’t used to this feeling.

She was horny for the first time in a long while, and while she didn’t have a vibrator or dildo with her, she was pretty sure the shower head in her room was detachable and could get the job done. As she left, Zara shook her head at herself. April had found herself a donkey dick, and somehow that was what got her motor running. What the hell was wrong with her?

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