Glamorized
Let them eat cake
(May)
She licked her lips.
With one hand she tousled her hair, her caramel waves cascaded on her right shoulder.
Her eyes flickered across the room, scanning her new environment. A smile tugged playfully at her lips.
It was modern, no, sophisticated. Stylish.
Covers of issues of 'Vogue' and the infamous cover of 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' were framed around the room. The desks were glass, not a single fingerprint or mark covered the pristine glass. Against the desk was a deep charcoal black suede pod chair, begging for it to be warmed by someone's 'derrière'. But, there was one thing that caught her eye, a hot pink MacBook lay on her desk, untouched. So pure, like a virgin.
Orgasms.
She strutted outside onto the balcony, her heels grazing the glass flooring. Leaning against the railings, very carefully she peered down. It was high. A bit too high. Her face was flushed.
Outside was hustle and bustle, tiny specks which she identified as people rushed in their trench coats and suits, coffee held in one hand.
The sheer chiffon curtains flapped against the cool breeze.
Her thigh's vibrated, grudgingly she ripped out the Blackberry from her pocket.
Aren't you hyped?
She twisted around to gaze was upon a bunch of peonies, tiger lilies and orchids arrayed on her desk. Flipping the tag attached to the flowers a certain name caught her eye. Drew.
"You look pleased,"Drew commented looking quite proud of himself , "I guess I did well,".
"Hmm" May hummed, pretended not to look excited because some sexy bastard got her some flowers.
A toothy, cheeky grin plastered his face as he nervously laughed and scratched his back.
(Dawn)
Down in the busy streets of New York, Dawn immersed into the sea of neutral trench coats. Flashing lights of advertisements glared against her emotionless face. It was all a routine. Like machines, no..no, robots.
She suavely rocked her hips, rolled her lips into a pout as she looked at a certain mauve..? Maybe violet..no..purple pin straight haired immature but definitely a damn sexy co-worker.
"Paul," she said with absolutely with no hint of emotion.
Such a flirt.
(Misty)
Cameras flashed. 'Work it'. 'No, move your arm'. 'Smile, not with your teeth but with your eyes'.'Wait, touch up on her lip-gloss'.
Constant remarks from the photographer clouded her mind. She was just so fucking stressed. She didn't need this shit.
"I need a drink of water, please,"
Gliding on her robe, Misty collapsed into her chair. She crossed her legs over each other, it was things like these that caught people attention. Misty had been and always will be one sophisticated lady.
"Hey Ginger," Ash playfully mocked. His hands firmly gripped the glass of water, on it was a very tacky looking lemon which had been placed on the rim of the glass. His muscular, toned arms extended offering her the water.
"Thanks the-person-who-can-never-stop-stuffing-his-face-with-food," she smirked.
(Dawn)
9:00pm. She leaned back away from her desk to 'observe' Paul, it was more like stalking him but from afar. He glanced upwards and smiled. Le gasp. Wait..he did not just see me and he just smiled? The world is officially ending.
(May)
She paced back and forth in her new luxurious office. Finally she rested on her chair, and swirled around in it until she flexed her hands and booted up her laptop. Her other hand slid down her purse frantically searching for a case. May tugged the item out of the bag and propped it on top of her desk. Opening it she delicately picked up her new 'Prada' glasses and slid them carefully onto her ears. Tapping her nails impatiently against the MacBook she waited for the web browser to open.
"About time, you done some work," a familiar voice echoed through the room, bouncing of the glass walls. Drew walked in, resting his chin on her shoulders he observed her laptop screen. Her cheeks darkened to a light cherry.
"Well done May, you have officially figured out how to turn a laptop on," Drew teased, clapping his hands just to add to his never ending sarcasm. May's eyebrows immediately scrunched up as well as her nose.
"Hey, don't frown, you'll get wrinkles,"
"Shut up!" May hissed.
Damn, why did he smell so good.
"No need to be a bitch," Drew smirked as he walked out. Time to do some online shopping. Giggles.
(Misty)
"We got some great shots, nice work Mist. You can take a break now."
Taking some make-up remover wipes she gently rubbed her face to remove all powders caking her face. God, she looked so faked and sometime she regretted being a model because girls would look up to her and force themselves to be thin, tall, flawless and sexy. But she herself was not perfect.
"Aw, what's wrong babe, "Lily asked, she sounded so fake.
"That photographers a bitch,"
"Yeah, you looked stunning out there," a genuine smile tugged at her lips.
"You too"
She walked out of the dressing room, out there Ash leaned against the wall. His charcoal-ash choppy hair covered most of his forehead, immediately he straightened himself out as he saw Misty. He thought she was perfect.
I know this story is a bit out there and may not suit many audiences, especially those who watch Pokemon. I tried to design my own way of writing between 1st and 3rd person but if you find this really irritating and just plain out right annoying, let me now. Also please feel free to give me constructive critism and idea's for future chapters. Please don't flame, if you do I"m not going to take any of it personally and probably not bother with it. If you love this story let me know because I love comments like that :) Thanks a ton. Review if you want to :)
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