"Hi, I have an appointment with Lisa." I smiled walking up to the counter.
"Just a moment she's finishing up. Do you have what you want?" A cute girl with bubblegum colored hair asked me.
"Yes," I smiled pulling the small piece of paper out of my bag. I handed the girl the page, on it was a drawn image about the size of a quarter.
"What is it?" The girl asked.
"Oh, it's something my friend drew for me." I answered, that's when Lisa walked up to us. She wore a black tank top and blue jeans. She was tall at about 5'11 with black curly hair to her hips.
"Hi, Lisa." She extended her hand.
"Alex" I smiled.
"What are we doing?" She asked.
"I want that on my hip." I answered as the girl handed the image over.
"You want it that size?"
"Yes, and black."
"That's it?"
"For now." I smiled.
"First?" She smiled.
"Yeah I'm a little scared."
"Don't worry it'll be fast." Lisa said leading me over to a chair/bed. "I'm just going to free hand the stencilso you wanna get comfortable." She smiled as I unbuttoned my jeans and rolled down the left side. Lisa pulled out what looked like an ink pen and within seconds had an exact replica of the gilf drawn on my skin. "You wanna see?" She asked holding up a mirror.
"Looks good." I smiled and laid down.
"Lisa! Vic's here?" The pink haired girl called back.
"Do you mind if he comes back?" Lisa asked me.
"Not at all." I answered and within seconds a man who was very familiar to me walked through the shop. He was 6'1 with black hair to his shoulders but spiked up with shocking green eyes. He was covered in tattoos. He wore boots with jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Hey…" Victor's voice rumbled softly walking over to Lisa.
"Hi, what are you doing here?" She asked getting the gun put together.
"I was out and about, thought I'd stop by." Victor said then snuck a peek at the girl on the table behind Lisa. "Hi, Victor Greene." He smiled.
"Hi, Alexandria." I smiled back and Lisa turned on the gun and I jumped.
"Uh oh! First timer…." Victor smiled.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked turning red.
"You jumped and she didn't even touch you. It's alright you can hold my hand if it helps." He smiled as he pulled up a seat beside my face.
"That's okay." I was embarrassed enough I thought as Lisa spun on her chair to face me with the gun in her hand.
"Here we go! Don't move!" She said and within a blink of an eye there was searing pain and within another blink I was hanging on to Victor's hand for dear life.
"Alex…what do you do?" Victor asked trying to distract me.
"I'm a model…or I was."
"What happened?"
"Oh that's a long story lets just say I took a break to heal, I'm actually hoping to start up again I have a few opportunities opening up soon." Why when I'm focusing on him is the pain less, I found myself wondering as I spoke.
"What have you done?" He asked.
"Runway mostly…" I smiled.
"Yeah, I don't go to those."
"Really, I'm up for whatever."
"Well I can help out there I got a call this morning, that my shoot for a Bass Guitar mag was cancelled because we lost the model, you want the job?" He smiled brightly.
"Really…" I was dumbfounded, "yes! Thank you!"
"Hang on I'll be back. "He smiled and got to his feet and quietly walked out of the shop. The pain was back so I bit my lip to stay quiet and waited for it to be over.
"Okay all done." Lisa smiled smearing a clear goop on my new tattoo.
"Thank you." I smiled looking at it in the mirror, she bandaged it up and I walked outside to see Victor on the phone.
"Oh hey, hang on." He said into the phone. He turned to me, "here is all the info see you later."
"Thanks." I smiled and headed for my car.
I walked into the studio for my first photo shoot in over a year and was trampled by the director of the shoot, photographer and image artist.
"Alex fantastic…come here…This is going to be the set." The director said leading me to a gothic bedroom set.
"Okay…that's great…" I smiled looking around.
"So…lets head into makeup." The director started pushing me.
"Okay..." I rushed to the door the man behind me was shoving me toward. I found myself in a makeup and hair trailer listening to the photographer, image artist and director throw directions at the two poor women working this trailer. I sat quietly till the men left.
"God I hate them!" The first, a tall blonde spoke up.
"Okay…are you thinking?" The other, a short red head asked looking me up and down.
"I know just the thing." The blonde said disappearing into the racks of clothes. Moments later she returned with a few wardrobe bags in her arms. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Well these are out." The blonde tossed a few of the bags aside. "Okay here put these on then the robe." She handed everything to me and sent me in to change. In the wardrobe bag was a blood red silk slip night gown with a slightly flounced hem with black lace trim, and a pair of black string bikini panties. I put the clothes on knowing that as soon as I stepped into the room they would grab the duct tape. This little silk slip was not designed to hold large breasts up or in. I walked out to see the black stilettos and sure enough the tape. It was almost an hour later when Victor walked in. I was fully dressed, my long blonde hair was done in what many would call bed tousled curls but really it took an expert and a lot of time to get that look. My makeup was mostly natural looking just extremely perfect except a high gloss red lip stick.
"Wow!" Victor said looking me up and down. He looked fantastic, I found myself thinking. He stood there in a pair of black pajama pants and a black tank top.
"You better hurry in here or the suits are going to have a heart attack or two." He smiled.
"All done… Take her…" The red head stepped back. I jumped to my feet and followed him out to the set.
"Alright! Lets get on with this!" Victor called out and the show was on the road.
The photographer, a young kid not much older than me, walked over with a freshly polished black bass guitar, later I would discover it to be a Gibson Blackbird Bass, in fact the whole thing was almost mate finish black except silver iron cross decals for the inlays, and handed it to Victor. "Thanks Jesse." Victor smiled and slung the black leather strap with a single white lightning bolt decal on it around himself adjusting it all to sit just right low across his hips as he stood with bed to his back.
"Okay Alex, he's going to play and move around the room all I need from you is…" Jesse floundered for a word.
"Fawn over him you know like…" The director added, I think his name was Dean.
"You want me to worship him like the rock star he is." I laughed at his inability to express this.
"Oh good!" Jesse laughed relaxing as I started lounged on one hip my legs curled around looking up at him and just watched him as his hands flew over the strings, "Alex, stretch out your legs," Jesse called and I did as I was told. It was the same old dance as Jesse shouted directions and I did as I was told following Victor on his path around the room, till Jesse set his camera down and walked up to us again, "Lets try this, Vic, hang the bass across your back and face away from me, Alex you're gonna pose like you're kissing him.
"Alright," I did not even hesitate until I stepped up to Victor unsure how they wanted to arrange this, "um…what kind of kiss?" I was confused.
"Here let me," Victor laughed and grabbed my hips in between his hands and yanked me up against his body and suddenly it felt natural. I wrapped my arms around his neck filled my fingers with his hair as the flash bulbs started again. "Vic! Her right leg over your hip!" Jesse called out and like it was completely his idea Victor curled his hand around my knee and hiked it up over his leg and ran his palm up the outside of my thigh, flashes again. The Jesse spoke only one word, "alright!" and to my utter surprise Victor swept me up into his arms in a bridal carry and the flashes kept going, but finally Jesse set the camera aside again, and watched us quietly as Victor stood with me in his arms as if he could hold me up there like this all day.
"What?" Victor asked suspicious.
"I…have an idea, but…" Jesse trailed off unsure.
"Spit it out!" Victor growled and set me on my feet.
"Here…" Jesse fiddled with the camera "you'll come up with it too!" Jesse said and started showing Victor a progression of pictures. Victor turned and looked around the set and his eyes settled on the bed then looked at me.
"Okay…two minutes," Victor said and led me away.
"How much do I need to take off?" I asked all business when we were in the far corner.
"You don't have to but he's right this all should resolve in the obvious place but if you're not comfortable," Victor was being very nice.
"It's fine, tell me what to do?" I smiled, and in response Victor just waved over to Dean and Jesse who were talking quietly in the corner.
When the two men finally joined us Victor spoke, "Jesse set us up."
"Fantastic!" Jesse grinned and got back to work.
By the end of the shoot I knew that I had to do my best to keep them from my brother's sight, his head would spin around till it fell off. The bulk of the shots were of the first arrangement, Victor playing and me fawning over him in the various poses, then the masterful poses that followed and lastly was only four shots of Victor shirtless on his back propped up on one elbow with the bed sheets covering his pants completely and me in only the shoes and panties with the bass to cover my breasts where I knelt beside Victor, yes these were not something Joey could ever know about.
I went to change back into my clothes when I heard Victor and Jesse right outside the door and I learned something very important, Jesse was Victor's apprentice.
"Jesse, did you make me the disc?" Victor asked.
"Yeah it's right here…So where did you pull the trim from?" Jesse responded.
"I found her at Lisa's shop can you believe it?" Victor answered.
"Yes, somehow you are always surrounded by grade A ass. Help me out give her my number. I'd love to take your seconds." Jesse laughed.
"Number one, you couldn't handle my seconds. Number two, I haven't slept with her." Victor tried to explain but Jesse interrupted him with one word,
"Yet…"
"Number three, she's seventeen," Victor continued.
"I'm only 19." Jesse argued.
"She's still jailbait."
"You just want to keep her for yourself," Jesse sneered.
"No! She's going home to Orlando anyway what does it matter...I have to go! See you in the studio later." Victor rambled then I listened to booted steps clump away before I walked out feeling the young photographer's eyes on me as I walked by, but I could not just walk away and turned to Jesse grinning.
"He's right Jess, you could not handle his seconds or me," and I turned on my heels and shushed out of the building.