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Central Park, NYC
July 14th, Saturday
"Man, this show is going to be epic. I heard they just signed five new girls, and apparently they're hot. Like, really hot." Derrick rattled excitedly to the guys, running his hand through his blond, rakish hair.
"Ya, ya; that's all great but what about the tits?" Kemp punched Derrick in the gut.
"Big." Derrick said seriously, sending the guys spiraling into laughter. They were outside of the Victoria's secret fashion show, & they were all shivering from the excitement. Well, that & the cold. But definitely more about the aspect of beyond-hot girls waiting just on the other side of the door.
"Just this way, sir." The cute usher smiled, and led them to their first-row seats. When she arrived at the row, she beamed and slipped a folded piece of pink paper into Derrick's palm. "My number." She mouthed, earning a slight smile from him. Of course, she was cute, maybe one-night-stand worthy, but ever since Derrick had taken over his dad's multi-million dollar entrepreneurial company, he had been getting the star treatment from girls. Not that he hadn't before; but when your face was plastered over newspapers and new stations alike, it was hard to escape attention.
Derrick loved it. Who wouldn't? Hot girls freely throwing themselves at him, passes to the most elite events, and more than enough money to last him the rest of his life and more. But, someone consciously, more sub-consciously, he understood his life was lacking. All the girls he dated were pure gold-diggers. Or just liked him for his appearance. Or a combination. He hadn't had a true relationship since... no. He wasn't going to think about her. About that. Not right now.
A dark red curtain rose up suddenly, directing his attention towards the stage, thankfully extinguishing the asinine thoughts. As the curtain climbed higher into the ceiling it revealed a expansive runway furnished with low thick mist and gnarled trees. Little torn scraps of red cloth hung on the spindly trees, and in the center, a picnic basket was overturned. The backdrop was a ever-changing image of the night sky, with dark angry clouds drifting by at odd intervals. Creepy pipe music paused through the sound system & a smooth female voice began to speak.
"Welcome to the 12th Annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Please find your seats. The show is starting. This years theme is… Little Red Riding Hood. Sit back, and enjoy the show."
The lights dimmed & the music resumed. The first model to appear was a redhead, and her outfit was purely created from the guys minds. And their true life experiences. Caged bright red stilettos covered her feet, and she skipped in them easily. She was wearing tiny red bottoms & a matching push-up bra. Her head was covered in a red shawl & her green eyes were dimmed with black eyeliner. Derrick didn't recognize her. She must be one of the new girls, since he studied the store's catalog like the bible.
"Does she look familiar?" Chris muttered to the guys, scratching a dark eyebrow.
"You wish, dude!" Kemp cracked. He started to say something else, but was stopped by the next model on stage. His mouth dropped open.
This model was blond. Her hair was up in a high pony, and it lengthened her height even more. Lean legs were shown off by a skimpy thong, a red lacy bra & she had tiny red feathered wings on. She was hot. As she passed their row, she gave a subtle wink.
"Mine." Kemp said softly, practically drooling. He shifted in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs.
"Keep it in your pants dude, she's a model." Derrick snapped. He was frustrated because a spark had illuminated in his mind, connecting the redhead to something. The blonde too. But he just couldn't place them.
"And I'm a professi-" Kemp was cut off by the arrival of the next model. This girl was oh-so-familiar, a sexy bleached-blonde. She was wearing a skimpier outfit, but she was no comparison to the two that had gone before her.
Around the middle of the show, the redhead & the blonde returned. They were dressed in matching black Gothic-era angel wings and black suggestive ripped lace one-pieces. But what the real surprise was what came after them. A sexy Latina strutted onto the stage, wearing what Derrick guessed to be a wolf costume. Her unbelievably high heels were gunmetal gray, her outfit was barely there and covered in soft fur. Her face had minimal makeup, and even bare-faced, there was no question. This girl was amazingly hot. Maybe even better than the duo before her.
"Man, she's sexy." Kemp muttered.
Towards the end of the show, the outfits turned more traditional. All three of the questionable girls came out in traditional angel outfits, and led two other girls out.
If Derrick was unsure about the other girls, he was certain he knew who these were. The soft white-blonde one was in black, and she was smiling with confidence. But the real show stopper was the brunette. Dressed in the traditional white lacy lingerie & white wings, she was beyond any other girl on the stage. And Derrick knew exactly who she was.
Re-written 2/9/13
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