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Bella

I love my job. I love it, love it, love it. I know it's a sissy thing to actually worship a black lacey bra and a matching thong, but hey, I'm just a girl. Because of that Victoria Secret shoot I snagged back in June, I got all this complimentary lingerie wear. Underwire bras, water bras, push up bras, you-name-it bras.

I put on one of my favorite dresses, a draped front jersey dress – hand made and sexy as hell. I got it straight from the designer himself, Riley Blanche. It hugged my curves in the right way, dipped low enough to show the sexy but not the slutty. Riley said he gave it to me because it was made for me. Angela said it was 'cause I fucked him. If she wasn't my BFF I would have slapped her, but I knew she wasn't insulting me. I knew I was a good lay. The best lay actually. My vagina's like sanctuary. Well that's what Riley said anyway. (The hell what that means)

I dabbed on some mascara, waterproof, and no eyeliner. I'm not stupid like some other girls are. Going clubbing means definite dancing. Dancing means sweating and I'm not about to let anyone see me look like a raccoon. Bella Swan knows better.

And plus today was my first day in the new town. The big city, Forks.

I was in Forks. The mecca of modeling.

And tonight would be my big debut into its dangerous, stylish world. Holy crap.

Playboy has its bunnies, Victoria Secret has its angels, and Forks has its Foxes. The infamous Foxes. The girls aren't meant to be cute and aren't meant to be a tease. They get down and dirty. Welcome to the life of the beautiful ugly. It's really what a lot of the models from other gigs I've been to have been gossiping about. It has a bad rep, but I know it's just because everyone wants to be in. And if they're not in, they talk. Typical.

It really isn't my scene, but it was my mom, Renee's. And ever since she died I've been trying to do more things like her. And one of them is to be a Fox. Renee was a Fox, and she said it was one of the best titles of her life. Renee was actually my reason to go into modeling, and once I did, I know I'll never regret my decision. One of the best damn things that has ever happened to me. And if being a Fox is half of what I've heard it's about, I'm sure it'll turn out the same way.

I look at the clock. Exactly 10 pm. I should be on my way now. I give myself a quick once over in the mirror. Long mahogany brown curls, chocolate brown eyes, a subtle shimmery tan, and a pair of pouty red lips. Looking delicious, if I say so myself.

I head down the elevator to the lobby to the familiar smell of floral perfume. Yak. Floral or not, it reminds me of old ladies. But whatever, this is supposed to be a four star hotel. I gave a flirty smile to the doorman and he blushed as always. He was cute in a way. I didn't really go for blondes, but he did have nice biceps that were hinting out from under his uniform sleeves. And I did notice him appreciating my long legs. If I came home empty handed, at least I had a back up. I winked at him and exited.

The cab that I rung for earlier was out and ready for me. In my Miu Miu stilettos, I walked my way towards the car. I mentally thanked those ballet classes Renee forced me to take. If not, I probably wouldn't have ever made it across those three yards to the car without injuring myself. Now I was balanced, graceful, and… flexible. Mommy dearest does know best.

"Hey Jacob," I grinned, seeing the familiar face. The long haired brown boy looked up from the driver's seat to look at me.

"Well, look who we have here. JL, looking fabulous as always." I rolled my eyes. JL was his 'funny' nickname for me that stood for Juggs and Legs, which he said was my best assets. Jake was about seventeen, but I saw him like my perverted younger brother. I don't know why, but he was the same cab driver that drove me to from the airport to the Four Seasons. The drive took only thirty minutes, but I was able to learn a lot about the young kid. He liked two things: hot babes and cars. A taxi was nowhere near his dream car, but this was as close as he would get to his dream job. He said Forks was the only place where he could ogle and hit on models all he could and he wouldn't get slapped. For some reason, we just clicked. Like old pals.

"So did you miss me this badly that you had to beg your boss to be the one to pick me up?" I smirked.

"You bet your sweet ass." He smirked back, locking the doors and starting to drive away from the hotel. I just shrugged my shoulders. I knew that there have no way that he could have known it was me that called in for a cab.

"Oh Jake. Stop it. You're making me feel more like a cougar every second."

"Ha-ha. What are you eighteen? Nineteen? I'm seventeen sweetheart, but I'm way more man than most of the gay kids around here."

"Nineteen," I lied. I was eighteen, but I wouldn't get Jake's hopes up. I actually saw him as a twisted form of a friend, even if he only saw me as a piece of meat.

"Yummy. Nineteen-year-olds are just so ripe."

"Ew, Jake."

"What? It's true." From the corner of my eye I saw him smile suggestively at me but I purposely turned away.

"Yeah, and you would know how?" I saw him start opening his mouth but I interrupted him. "Never mind, I don't want to know what goes on in the backseat."

"Oh JL, not just the backseat." He commented, tapping the back of the passenger seat I was sitting on.

"Ew, shut up." I giggled. I looked out the window and saw that were nearing one of the stop lights. "Oh crap, I forgot to tell you. I'm headed for-"

"-La Push?" he finished for me. I looked at him curiously.

"Creep. What are you psychic?" I'm okay with him making deals to be somewhat my personal cab driver, but him finding out where I was headed? Stalker alert.

He just looked at me, being able to look off the road since it was a red light, and did that cool wave thing with his eyebrows. It was a mix between a suggestive and an all knowing look.

"Hun, I know you're not dressed like that to go to Pizza Hut." He looked up from my legs up to the minimal sleeves holding up my dress, lingering on some places more than normal. "Plus, you look like you have class. Anybody who's an anybody goes to the club La Push."

"Wow. You're one perceptive driver." I gave him kudos for knowing that.

"So you're trying to be a Fox, eh?" I nodded, knowing he's probably driven a lot of them around. "That's good. You look like one of them."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Hell yes. You guys are all sexy and shit." I nodded, knowing that already. But it was still sweet of him.

"My mom was one."

"Oh really? A daughter of a legend. You get extra yummy points." I smiled then. "Anyone I know?"

"Knew. Renee Swan." The light turned green then. Jacob looked away and began driving again. After a while of silence he spoke again.

"The Swan, huh? Oh damn... Sorry, I didn't know."

"No problem. It was two years ago." I fidgeted my fingers together, still keeping my head up. I didn't like serious topics. Jake cleared his throat.

"Well if it's anything, you're mom was a hottie. She was a Fox elite wasn't she?"

"Jake, you know too much of this modeling business."

"JL, I live, breathe, and serve the business. I'm their transportation service, I know many things."

"Oh really?" I asked curious now, arching my brows.

"Sure. I'm their designated driver when the night gets too crazy. These bitches can't hold their drinks for shit. Well, the babble they bitch out is so useless. I have no leverage from knowing what I know." Ooh, inside information. Maybe this weird friendship was a beneficial thing.

"What do you know?" Jake turned to look at me and grinned, not looking at the road anymore."Hey," I snapped, "eyes on the road, Jake. I don't care much about this piece of crap but you do have a model in the car with you. I don't want to turn into bologna."

"Bologna? JL, you are far from lunch meat." But he looked back at the road anyway. He didn't say anything more so I decided to press further.

"Really Jake, what do you know?"

"I don't know, JL. I like you, but maybe this conversation is better for the next time." He teased. I smirked. Don't test me boy. I like you, but I know how to get what I want.

I leaned forward, inching my butt closer to the space between us. By the way he shifted in his seat, I knew he noticed my nearing proximity.

"What do you hear, Jake?" I asked again, my eyes open curiously, looking at his eyes that were now straining forward. I lifted my manicured fingers and brushed it lightly on his forearm that gripping the shift stick.

I put my face closer to his bronze neck, letting him feel my warm breath against his skin. "Because I really want to know." I let my fingers skim up and down his arms while I leaned closer into his neck. He smelled like Dial soap, and man. Even if he was seventeen, I had an appreciation for his physique.

"Ewhh…" He groaned, somewhere in the middle of defeat, admiration, and confusion. Oh silly naïve Jacob. I was about to lean back in victory when suddenly he said "SHIT!" and the car jerked quickly to the right and back. I squealed as the taxi lunged from one lane to the other, narrowly missing a car. My arms gripped the arm chairs and my belt saved me from banging my head to the side, and luckily Jake was able to regain control of the car. A lot of cars were honking at us but I didn't really give a shit. I gave an uneasy chuckle.

"You're right. Maybe that is a better conversation for the next time."

"Damn it, JL. You're too damn hot for own good." He looked behind us for a second and raised his arm in some sort of apology to the driver behind us. "You almost lost me my job you know."

"Well, when I ask a question, I expect it to be answered." I teased.

"I'll remember that." I was about to answer back to him but I saw something catch my eye. I turned to the right, looked out the window and saw it. Wow. The mansion of my latest dreams - the reason I was temporarily staying at the Four Seasons - made up of 11,000 square feet vermillion walls, stood just beyond these taxi car doors. There were about three wide stories that I could see from where I sat, a golden sun kissed roof that stretched and loomed over everything else, and exotic greenery that just about covered wherever the walls did not. Not that you couldn't miss it, that motherfucker was huge. The Olympic sized crystal blue pool that sat just in front of it held the reflection of the night's moon. I don't know why, but it seemed to mark that the house was prestigious in a way, somewhat godly. I sighed in appreciation. I guess I wasn't the only one since I heard Jake whistle beside me.

"Now that Bella, is more exclusive than any college you're planning or not planning to go to. That is The Den. The fucktastic home of the Foxes, but you probably already knew that."

Damn right I did. That was my destination.

Really quick first chapter.

Nightclub La Push adventuree comes next.

How did I do for my first time?

Why don't you review and tell me.

Be gentle please. I'm a FF virgin (: