STARDOM PART ONE
DISCLAIMER
I don't own Angel or any of the characters of the show, i own nothing. This is non-profit.
Italics means someone is thinking
Warning: this is not a fluffy, happy fic- especially not for Cordelia!
Part one
Tonight like every night for months now she had gone to a fancy party and spent the whole night desperately trying to catch some film maker or super stars attention.
As every other night it had failed and she was reduced to swiping food from the tables as she couldn't afford food at her dingy, filthy, squalid apartment.
When she got home and after she ate the sandwiches she stole from the party she got a phone call from a friend from Sunnydale who had come to LA a year before Cordelia did and become a talent scout or something along those lines.
She told the former queen c about a job modelling... topless. At first she wanted to scream into the phone to shove the totally honest job up her totally honest ass. But then she remembered that after the sandwiches she had nothing to eat, no way to pay the bills and no other job offers. She didn't want to stay in this crap hole apartment as a nobody forever.
Her life over the past year had been one humiliation after another; losing her sheep after dating a pathetic loser, catching said pathetic loser boyfriend making out with red headed super nerd, trying to win back sheep and failing, having all her possessions, money and prospects for the future taken away from her when daddy was found cheating on his taxes by the IRA. So was this really a big deal?
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THE NEXT MORNING...
Cordelia Chase walked into the building where she would do her first ever (and hopefully last nude shoot). Only the knowledge that the breakfast she had this morning was the last of the food supply and she couldn't buy more kept her going.
After being briefly introduced to the photographer and other crew she went to the dressing room to put on her outfit. She grimaced as she looked at a black string bikini and thong, the type of garment that only strippers and porn stars wear in real life.
She turned to the man who had handed her the obscene garment "You expect me to wear this? It's at least one size to small!"
The man didn't bother to hide his smirk as he thought about the ridiculously low amount of concealment the bikini would give the young woman. "Yeah well you won't be wearing it for long, this is an adult photo shoot remember?"
Again she considered leaving only to remind herself of her current situation.
No money, no job offers... all i need to do is pose for some perverts, nothing more, it's not like i'm pole dancing or hooking on a street corner.
She undressed unaware of the hidden cameras recording her every move. Watching through the cameras were several men who were very impressed at Cordelias body- specifically her amazing tits and incredible ass.
She put on the bikini wondering if it was her size as her large breasts threatened to escape her tiny top and the bottoms (even though it was a thong) was uncomfortably tight and skimpy.
She put on a robe and read her instructions.
She felt embarrassed and humiliated just reading it.
A few minutes later she stepped out of her dressing room.
The session began...
CLICK! Cordelia standing with her robe hanging down exposing only her shoulders. The idea being to tease.
CLICK! The robe now lowered to her forearms and waist, her perfectly formed breasts now visible.
Damn what a rack she has on her! The man with the camera thought. The other male members were stunned at how the former cheerleader looked in the conceal-nothing bikini, all except the director who knew the bikini was deliberately the wrong size for her.
CLICK! Cordelia from the front. Only Cordelias nipples were covered by material, her nipples poking through like missiles.
CLICK! The robe now dropped to the floor showing the former cheerleaders amazing body to the small crowd.
Not long ago i was the bitch queen of Sunnydale, i fucked football stars and male models, rode horses, had rubies, diamonds and more followers than some religions. Why isn't that nerdy/slut Willow living in some crap hole apartment and debasing herself? Hell i bet she'd like it. Cordelia thought succumbing to rage against the wiccan.
CLICK! She stood with her hands on her hips with an impressively angry expression on her face for someone wearing an obscene bikini.
"Yes! I like the expression of rage. It's hot, keep it up!" Spoke the director smiling.
CLICK! A shot of her from behind, looking over her shoulder, the emphasis of this photo her stunning look of cold fury.
CLICK! Another shot from behind, this one a tight zoom in on her magnificent ass. Enhanced by the fact that said ass had no coverage beyond two strips of string that disappeared up her buttocks.
CLICK! Squatting, from behind, showing off her amazing ass, voluptuous figure and perfect long legs.
Fuck! What i'd do to cram something between those cheeks... the photographer crudely thought.
CLICK! From the front again. Kneeling in the sand. Cordelia expertly hid her humiliation with anger, the perverted photographer started to slip in hiding his lust.
CLICK! Lying down, her perfectly formed breasts were now visibly swelling up from the constricting bikini top over her nipples. This had not gone unnoticed by the male photo shoot crew.
CLICK! Bending over showing great cleavage. This position was photographed from several angles.
CLICK! Bending over deeper, her incredible ass sticking up in the air. The photographer was shifting uncomfortably due to sick fantasies going through his mind. Again this position was recorded from several viewpoints.
"Okay now take it off." The director called, seemingly unaffected by the look of fury sent his way by the extraordinarily hot bikini babe. She's hottest when she's angry. She has potential. He thought.
Cordelia took a deep breathe and unclasped her bra, removed it and angrily tossed it at a member of the crew.
CLICK! Cordelia's hands covered her nipples but her breasts were clearly more than a handful.
Taking another deep breathe she remove her hands and placed them on her hips. The cameraman continued having dark and twisted thoughts about the former cheerleader.
After several photos focusing on Queen C's amazing chest, the director told her to remove her thong...
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The rest of the photo shoot was a blur for the humiliated miss Chase; countless pictures taken of her in various provocative and submissive poses. The eyes of the men around her focused on her ass or tits, she noticed the crew around her had looks of lust in their eyes.
"Okay that's a wrap. Thank you Carmella."
She didn't bother correcting him. It annoyed Cordelia that this sleazy pervert thought he was on a first name basis with her. And that he couldn't remember her name. But she didn't care quite enough she just wanted her cheque and go home...
End part one.
The beginning...