From Jen's POV

JEN

Leave it to Storm Jasper to unintentionally get us invited to a cover model runway show.  The eye candy in this room is enough to get even the sandiest of vagina’s juices flowing again. Our seats are to the right of the  long runway, second row, towards the end. The shape of the stage is what catches my eye. The far end is rounded instead of squared, an odd detail, likely lost on anyone but me.  I follow the lines upstage and find two large spherical decorations, large enough to block the view of the entering models on either side of the runway. A small smile creeps across my lips when I realize what I am looking at.

The runway is in the shape of a giant dick.

This has to be some sort of design mistake, doesn’t it?

The lights drop and the white stage and spheres begin to glow with a Carmel color. Laser lights begin to paint thick red lines down the catwalk. The people around me start to recognize what I already noticed, gaping at the scene before them.

“Is that a….” Storm stops, looking at me with wide eyes. We both start to laugh uncontrollably. This is why we work so well.

Dirty looks are thrown in our direction as we fight to gather ourselves. I mean comethefuckon it’s a giant dick..find the humor. The models finally start their appearances. Thease are the elite of the romance cover model world, and all of them are delectable in their own right. As soon as Jax hits the stage, I see Storm’s thighs tighten.  I love this girl, but she often misunderstands kindness for flirtation. It was plain to see that she thought she was in love already when I met  her here earlier. This is a conversation that is going to need to be had sooner than later.

My phone beeps and I discreetly check it. Storm made me promise not to bail on her again after the stunt I pulled yesterday.  Unfortunately, one of my other clients is  waist deep in a copy write infringement suit and I have to be available at a moment’s notice.  Fortunately it is just my current fuckboy, or ex fuckboy. I gave him his walking papers before flying out this morning.  He is still groveling at my feet for a second chance. I thought I told him from the get go that I don’t do long term.  HOLLYWOOD doesn’t do long term. With my position in the LA entertainment hierarchy I can have my pick of the litter. Whatever size, shape, color or gender that I want. It’s good to be me.

Jax slips into the seat next to Storm as I chat with her about another model and his assets. She doesn’t notice, rather she continues her appraisal of his beautiful tattoos that look like tree bark. I notice his is listening so I take the opportunity to let him know where her insecurities lie.

“Have you ever wondered if Jax has EVERYTHING  tattooed? I bet he has an elephant down there and the trunk is his…”

“No. He does not.” Her cheeks are pink as hell as she shuts down my line of thought.

“How do you know? Everything else is decorated, why not that.”

“I just do.” She won’t meet my eyes.

“You little bitch, did you..”

“NO!” She shouts. Jax is squirming uncomfortably behind her. He knows what I am doing. “I was in the staging area, and I saw..stuff.”

“Did you see his penis?” I say in an exaggerated loud whisper that incites giggles from a few around us.

“Yes. Shut up. God I hate you sometimes.” She buries  he face in her hands, shrinking back into her chair.

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tee hee....

I have officially accepted my role as black sheep... I apologize for nothing