She clears her head.

Alexa sat up and shook her head, shaking off the fuzziness of her orgasm and snapping herself back to reality. That orgasm was unlike anything she had experienced before. And the build-up was so unusual–had she been that primally horny ever before in her life? Maybe that frustrating buildup had made her final release so much more pleasurable. And what caused her to finally break through? She remembered begging for permission to orgasm out loud–what had come over her? She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular. A strange compulsion had come over her; it almost felt like she was possessed to speak those words. Despite that, those words seemed like the final trigger to allow her that sweet release. She remembered the words from her dream, “Come to me when you decide you’re ready to beg to earn that privilege.” She had only been able to orgasm when she had spoken those words out loud. But that was just a strange dream–there was no way that asking out loud for permission to cum would have any real effect. She prided herself on knowing the ins and outs of her body and took pleasure into her own hands. She shook her head. Maybe it was just a weird hangover effect from one too many Aperol Spritz.

She opened her phone to check the time and her jaw dropped open. She had been masturbating in bed for almost an hour and a half! She never took more than ten minutes to get the job done, maybe twenty if she was taking her time. She groaned. It was already almost eleven in the morning. She didn’t have a shift at the restaurant tonight, but she had a lunchtime appointment with Linda from her modeling agency.

Alexa was signed to Nexus Models, an LA modeling agency, but it was hard to break into the industry. She had always felt a desire for creative work in fashion, to be the one behind the camera, but she had often been told that a pretty face like hers belonged in modeling instead. With her features, she feared that she wouldn’t be taken seriously for her creative views, but she was content to play the role of a muse as long as it got her foot in the door. Long-term, her plan was to build a big enough network to leverage some work as a designer or photographer, but for now, even the modeling jobs weren’t frequent enough to cover the bills.

Alexa quickly made her bed and ran to the shower to freshen up. She had hoped that an orgasm would be enough to get her mind off her strange dream, but as she felt the warm water wash over her skin, she couldn’t stop herself from wandering back to those memories. Irritated, she cranked the water temperature all the way down. A shock of icy water jolted her attention before she hopped out of the shower. The thoughts subsided, for now.

Alexa finished her morning routine and browsed her closet. She picked out a pair of low-rise flare-legged jeans and a tiny white t-shirt that was short enough to give a peek of her toned belly. She grabbed a heavy red jacket to throw over it and picked out a plain necklace before heading out the door.

As she sat in her car, slowly moving through freeway traffic, Alexa nervously strummed her fingers on the wheel. Linda usually preferred to do meetings over the phone. She turned the music on the car radio up.

Alexa pulled into the parking lot and took a moment to collect her thoughts. She had a pretty big photoshoot coming up in a week. Modeling for the spring collection for a fairly high-end company would be a good way to put her in front of a lot of important eyes. But the best part was that she would be shot by Ellison Hooper, one of the biggest names in fashion photography and a man with all the right connections. If she could play her cards right, she could get on Hooper’s good side and tap into his network. But a late-notice meeting with Linda in person would mean something bad, and with an opportunity this important on the horizon, she felt a ball of nerves rolling around in her stomach.