Just The Tip - Cassandra Dee Page 0,7

growled at myself. Please. I was just another man in the crowd, she couldn’t even see me from where I sat in the back. I try to keep a low profile, no need for the world to know that the boss was present.

But the interplay stayed with me even as Jenna sashayed back down the runway, throwing one more dazzling smile over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner. It was as if a camera flash had gone off, rendering me momentarily blind to the other girls filing out from behind the wall, showing off their assets. The image of Jenna was imprinted on my mind, her curvy figure, that golden fall of hair, the undeniable charisma and sweetness.

I had to have her. Uncomfortably crossing my legs, I realized just how aroused I’d become, my cock semi-stiff, my body gearing up as if for war … and dominance.

5

Jenna

I’d seen him. A lot of times, the runway is so brightly lit that you can’t see a thing. But in this case, when I got to the end of the runway a strobe light went off, illuminating everything in its arc.

And that was when I saw the man. Tall, imposing, handsome, in an impeccably cut suit, seated elegantly with his legs crossed. His eyes were deep, penetrating, and I felt an immediate flush on my body as he stared, my chest growing heated as darts of lightning streaked down to my center, making me feel soft inside.

I calmed myself, acting like nothing had happened, that I hadn’t just felt the clouds open. “Stop it,” I reminded myself. “You’re imagining things, your life’s been so crazy lately.”

And it’s true. It’s been a short and surprising rollercoaster ever since I took those nudie pics. I’d done it for the money, nothing more, figuring that once I was paid it’d become a thing of my past. But Deborah had ideas for me.

“Jenna honey,” she purred, sorting through some photos, “have you thought about modeling? I mean, real modeling, not this import car stuff.”

I was stumped. Even though I’m beautiful, I know I don’t have a model’s body. Those girls are two inches taller and twenty pounds less, plus I was already twenty-four, too old to be competition for the sixteen year-old ingénues gracing the Paris catwalks.

“I’m not sure I qualify,” I said slowly. “But what are you thinking? Some Sears catalogues? Maybe J. Crew?” I’d noticed that commercial models tended to be more normal looking, not the skeletal remains parading about in magazines. Plus, I could use the money.

And Deborah was savvy.

“I have an idea,” she said. “I’ve got a friend at MGC Models, they want someone to appear at a Giants game just to generate some heat, you know? They want someone real because it’s supposed to be candid, on the fly, but you know how these things are, they’re totally staged.”

No, in fact I didn’t know that. But it was an idea and I wanted the free tickets to the Giants game. If I had to pimp myself in some way or other, that was fine, so long as it wasn’t too embarrassing.

It’s terrible I know, but the money from the nudie shoots had already run out, I’d spent it on random things and I was penniless again. Dammit! I knew I shouldn’t have bought that new purple dress, but I’d felt so beaten down studying at 2 a.m. that I’d allowed myself to splurge and purchased the Versace dress on-line, my eyesight practically blurring, I was so tired.

And maybe I could use those free tickets to my advantage somehow … I dunno, get some guy to buy me dinner at the game, I heard they’d amped up the catering at these fancy new stadiums, there was actually steak and oysters now, not just fries and hot dogs.

So I agreed. It was easy enough -- I was supposed to go to the game and do a dance when my section cheered. The lensman would “accidentally” catch me on the Jumbotron and it’d provide the crowd with a glimpse of a pretty girl grooving out, relieving the boredom during a slow inning or whatever. Easy-peasy, no problem.

I’d invited Courtney to come along. Although she’d disappointed me when she’d refused to take me out after the cancelled bridal shower, there weren’t many other people I could ask frankly. I didn’t have many real friends and hadn’t had much time to develop true friendships after my engagement blew up, that kind of shit takes years.

So Courtney