Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 15:54:27 GMT
::++:: N A R C O T I C S ::++:: LIFESTYLE CHOICE - I ::++::
Savage's Studio Apartment
Addison, Tx. - August 30th, 2016
11:16 AM
Life just wasn't the same. An orgasm was all I urged, and if I wasn't satisfied somebody was going to get hurt. With my luck that somebody was going to be me. I lay in bed with the florescent lights from last night's photoshoot still buzzing in my brain. Soft boxes and reflectors lay in various areas of the studio. There were no windows, just a glass door leading to a balcony, a living space and a kitchen. The living space was occupied by a bed and camera lighting equipment. No, I wasn't a porn star nor was I into porn. I am merely a girl who knows what she wants and what she likes. I like sex, but I don't like porn. I'm into photography and various lifestyle choices. This is very odd right? What others consider odd I consider healthy. My appetite for sex could almost be unhealthy if it wasn't for the fact that I record myself so that I can masterbate to myself on the nights I couldn't find a suitable flesh rocket.
I rise from the bed and hurry to the bathroom. It was a new day filled with new opportunities and instead of posing for pictures or attempting to expand my list of followers on social media sites, I was hell bent on finding a job. A REAL job! Whatever that means? I rinse remaining tooth paste from my mouth with water from the faucet before leaving the bathroom and entering the small closet space attached to the large studio space I called a room.
Tanktop. No way. I liked the look of my flesh. Denim shorts. No. I settled for the G.I. Joe underwear you would usually see a seven year old boy wearing. They made my butt look cute. My day was ready to begin at this point. Make up wasn't a necessity but the rubber band used to put my dreads into a pony tail was. I plop onto the bed and attack the day's goals with complete vengeance. Job application after job application after job application. I think I rejected like nine places before finally stumbling upon the newly marketed Epic Online Wrestling.
My girl Hope had been contacting me for weeks but the late hours at the academy have taken it's toll on me. I needed rest and a vacation. Life was moving at too slow of a pace for me. I wanted all my blessings, hopes, and dreams to happen all at once. Something was telling me to keep going but to move at a moderate pace.
The place appeared to be straight laced. Possibly a perfect fit. I could see the dollar signs and the publicity all adding up. It made me horny. I love to think about the world wanting me. I loved to think about being an A-List competitor that everyone wanted to defeated but also wanted to date. I think it was power that really turned me on.
I wasn't in love with myself, I was in love with the power I had to create a bright future for myself. I loved the idea of myself being adored and this, Saxon lady has altered my lifestyle. Hope was my homegirl and all, but I had to make my money twice as fast as I spent it. The newly acquired home in Naples was an excellent choice for me, I was getting tired of living in Texas. The summers were longer and hotter than necessary. I guess life wasn't too bad for me though.
The rays of sunshine beamed through the curtains with an angelic like force, lighting the bedroom almost perfectly, silhouetting my almost naked body. If it weren't for the tiny G.I. Joe underwear I'd be fully exposed. I hated covering my body and living in the country always came with more privacy.
I take a seat on the soft bed and fall backwars, throwing my arms above my head. The thought of my new life made me moist and I was in need of dick like a bitch in heat. I was in heat. I was in more than heat. My body felt like a volcano waiting to erupt. But I could no longer spend my days chasing an orgasm like a junky chasing a high. Sadly, that was my high. I was an orgasm junky looking for the next wild ride and with my newly acquired restrictions I wasn't so sure I was going to survive.
Sexual healing they call it. Nymphomania... ha right. They've tried to convince me that I have a mental disorder... I've convinced myself that it's just narcotics.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
I rise from the bed and go straight to the door. While reaching for the doorknob I see my reflection, and I immediately throw on my hoody and zip it up to the body. I open the door and to my surprise it's my good friend, Olivia. She was all smiles and beautiful as ever. She steps into the apartment and before I say a word she shuts the door and locks it.
"What do I owe the surprise?" I ask with great concern.
Olivia clears her throat.
O L I V I A: "I just needed to see you. Rush was being a complete dick this morning and I had to get out of there. I hope didn't wake you."
"Hardly. I'm glad you're here. You get to help me come up with my gimmick for my next wrestling gig." Olivia's shoot open with excitement and she tackles me onto the bed.
O L I V I A: "Shut up! No way! You got the job?!"
"Yup!" I cheese. "Going to the Victory roster of Epic Online Wrestling."
O L I V I A: "That's amazing. What did you have in mind?"
"They told me I had to clean up my image, so no webcams and I cant show my tits. I have to be clean because of my past."
O L I V I A: So what are you going to do?
"I've got to come up with a way to be a babyface and make the fans love me. But I've got a bit of a mouth on me and you know I'm very blunt."
O L I V I A: Ha... yeah you are. Looks like we have work to do missy.
"We most certainly do." I hop off the bed and look inside the small night table next to my bed. I remove a notepad and pen and before closing the drawer I notice something is off. Something is out of place, but what is it? "Fuck!" I slam the drawer shut and Olivia leans back with her arms in front of her face, frightened. "My money is gone."
KNOCK. KNOCK.
I rise from the bed and go straight to the door. While reaching for the doorknob I see my reflection, and I immediately throw on my hoody and zip it up to the body. I open the door and to my surprise it's my good friend, Olivia. She was all smiles and beautiful as ever. She steps into the apartment and before I say a word she shuts the door and locks it.
"What do I owe the surprise?" I ask with great concern.
Olivia clears her throat.
O L I V I A: "I just needed to see you. Rush was being a complete dick this morning and I had to get out of there. I hope didn't wake you."
"Hardly. I'm glad you're here. You get to help me come up with my gimmick for my next wrestling gig." Olivia's shoot open with excitement and she tackles me onto the bed.
O L I V I A: "Shut up! No way! You got the job?!"
"Yup!" I cheese. "Going to the Victory roster of Epic Online Wrestling."
O L I V I A: "That's amazing. What did you have in mind?"
"They told me I had to clean up my image, so no webcams and I cant show my tits. I have to be clean because of my past."
O L I V I A: So what are you going to do?
"I've got to come up with a way to be a babyface and make the fans love me. But I've got a bit of a mouth on me and you know I'm very blunt."
O L I V I A: Ha... yeah you are. Looks like we have work to do missy.
"We most certainly do." I hop off the bed and look inside the small night table next to my bed. I remove a notepad and pen and before closing the drawer I notice something is off. Something is out of place, but what is it? "Fuck!" I slam the drawer shut and Olivia leans back with her arms in front of her face, frightened. "My money is gone."
FADE TO BLACK.
