Why not

When you arrive a black garbed man with several cameras and an accent, directs you to wardrobe. His young female assistant helps point out what you will be wearing.

You return out to the set in a latex bikini. For the next three hours and two changes of clothes the photographer, Hans, gives you heavily accented commands, complete with arm waving. You genuinely enjoy the whole thing and feel like you are making love to the camera.

As you leave to go home Hans has a serious expression and you wonder how you did. You arrive back home feeling tired and really horny. You decide to order takeout in celebration.

When your phone rings you assume your Chinese food has arrived. You answer.

"Hello."

"Hey Tara, its Carver. I just saw the set. Amazing! I really think you are going on the cover."

"Really? I wasn't sure how I did, Hans seemed so serious."

"He loved you. That was his happy face. You should see him when he's pissed off. By the way I shared your number with an agent friend of mine. She wants to sign you very badly. She'll probably be calling you shortly. I hope you don't mind."

"That's fine. Really the whole thing has been a surprise."

"Oh, You probably don't know. You can pick up your check tomorrow, they'll issue another if you're on the cover."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I hope we catch some 'coffee' again sometime."

You smile, he was fun, but you are pretty sure you don't want a relationship right now. On the other hand he'd make a great fuckbuddy.

"Why not."

"I have to get back to work, Tara. Catch you later."

"Bye."

You hang up only to have your phone ringing again. You expect with the unfamiliar number that this time it's your Chinese.

"Hello."

"Hi, are you Tara?"

"Yes, who may ask is calling?"

A decidedly feminine voice replies. "This is Alex, I run a small talent and modeling agency. Can I buy you dinner?"

"When?"

"I was hoping for now. Delucca's?"

You pause. Hell, your Chinese food still isn't here and Delucca's is both close and nice. "Sure."

"Awesome. Can you be here in ten?"

"Sure. See you shortly."

You hang up and open you door. You start as there is an Asian man with food there.

"You order Chinese? Fourteen dollar, seventh cents please."

You hand him a twenty, step back inside long enough to chuck your food in the fridge.

Ten minutes later you arrive at Delucca's. A young woman waves you to her table. You are surprised by both her youth and how attractive she is. As you head to the table you admire her strawberry blond shoulder length hair. She is petite, but thin and stacked.

She looks up and offers you a hand. "Hi, I'm Alex. Food first or business?"

"Definitely food." You say, as you shake her hand.

You engage in banal small talk, while eating a medium rare filet mignon. Soon you both finish up.

"I promise, sign with me and I'll work tirelessly to promote you. I'll offer you five thousand to sign, we take five percent of any job we get you."

The whole thing is really surreal for you. Then you notice the look in her eyes. Alex is lusting after you. You nearly giggle.

You know you are right. You lean in close enough to lick her ear and whisper. "How about we finish this up at my place."

After a brisk walk she steps into your apartment. You lean into her and ask, "Alex, are you into girls?"

She blushes. "No, really I'm straight. I experimented a little in college, but who didn't?"

"I didn't Alex, but I wouldn't mind experimenting now."

You lean in and give her a kiss. She pauses, then returns it passionately. You lead her to the bedroom. She looks at you with awe as you strip. You begin caressing and fondling her. She is clumsy at first but is soon imitating you. You slip into a sixty nine and begin eating each other out. She is tight so you only manage to slip three fingers in. You feel her come beneath you as she manages to give you a little orgasm.

She rolls over. "That...that was incredible!"

You laugh. "You were good too. I'll sign with you."

She cracks a huge smile. "Thank you."

As she begins to drift off to sleep you head for the bathroom. You flick on the light. There, staring at you from the mirror, is Sara. You nearly scream. You look behind you. No one there. You look back in the mirror and she is gone. Was she real?