Episode Eight: Role of a Model

"Coffee, please." Lorietta demanded. "How will you like it, Ms. Blazen?" Her butler asked. "Low half-cream, extra chai, 4 sugar, caramel, turn it 360 four times, and no caff. Also, make it 215 degrees exact." She sighed. "Quickly, make it into the next half 5." She got off her seat. Standing for her next shot. As Ben sighed heavily wishing this shoot was over. He looked around. "When will this bet end?" He huffed. "It's only 9 am, we have aaaaaaaaall day." Lorietta smirked. "Well, can I at least get a smoothie or something?" Ben whined. "Only if you model, Ben." Roxanne giggled. Ben blushed, looking away. "Hey! Great idea! Ben, get over here!" Lorietta called out. She then whistles for her manager to come. "What do you think?" She smirked. "That might be great for publicity," The earlier stoic woman beamed, "just might work!" She nodded. Then all of the sudden, the woman flips out three different cell phones and quickly dials buttons. Ben gets nervous and warned Lorietta with a look. "Lorietta, what did you say to her?" The red-headed model only giggled in response and said in a smooth voice, "You'll see."

~At Gwen's house…

"So…um…why are we here?" Kevin looked at Gwen. "I dunno, Ben is gone. There's no aliens on the loose so…" Gwen sighed. "You had nowhere else to go…right?" Kevin answered. "Yep." She nodded. Kevin already knew this had been coming. "Come on, let's go." Kevin got up of the coffee-colored sofa towards the door, followed by Gwen. "Where are we going?" She asked. Kevin shut the door. "You'll find out when we get there." He said, making his mysterious remark. Kevin got into the drivers seat as usual. Gwen sat onto the front passenger seat. Kevin began the car, and drove. "You're giving me the 'mysterious' treatment aren't you?" She said, as crossing her arms together, with her usual pout. Kevin only smiled in response. Followed by, "You'll see."

"Um…do I have to wear this?" Ben asked Lorietta. Roxanne gasped. "Hmm…baseball cap and Rike 85'rs nice." Lorietta nodded in agreement. "You look amazing." Roxanne smiled. "Really?" Ben scratched his head. "Yep, you look like you're a realfashion celebrity." "So…What did I look like before?" Ben asked her. "Er…you looked more like a hero, than a celebrity…why?" She tilted her head. "Just because…" He sighed. "No, but you'd look good in anything." She grinned. "Yeah?" "Uh…huh." She turned to Lorietta, trying to avoid eye contact, so she wouldn't blush. "Where's the photographer?" She asked. "She's al-" "I am HERE!" A young woman with bright blue eyes smiled. "Hello! Lori!" She greeted Lorietta. "And this must be the cutie hero, Ms. Marmalade was talking about." She turned to Ben. "Mr. Tennyson. You must be very strong from fighting those mighty aliens, right?" "Yep." He nodded. "Well, here it's different. In the fashion world, you don't get to fight aliens so…no violence." "Never crossed my-" "Good. Go step over there until I begin." She pointed at the bright green backdrop. He walked over there. "Now, begin with a twist." She held the camera. "Okay." Ben twisted his arms. "Haha, no. A twist. Make a twist." She demanded. "Um…Like this?" He did a puckered face while having a stiff-looking body. "Stop. Tennyson, stop acting cute and do what needs to be done. Now, do a twist." She sighed. Ben turned his whole back towards the camera, and turned his head. "Good. Now, put thumbs into your pockets, and give like a tough look." She commanded. He did as said, but with an angry-like expression. "Tough, Ben." She sighed. "Like this?" He made his face more into a pout. "Tough. T-o-u-g-h. Like a face you'd do to scare off your enemies." She explained. "Oh!" He then made his face in a serious expression. "Gooood, now try to do as many poses under 30 seconds. Ready? Set? GO!" She began to flash the camera. Ben confusedly made funny poses, and gave mostly a confused expression. "Tennyson!" She screeched. "This is no time for games." She began. Ben gave a really confused look. "Don't give me the famous-what-did-I-do? Look. This is serious business. Understand?" She said angrily. "But…" "Un-der-stand?" She repeated. He sighed. "Yes." She went closer to Ben. "Give me that attitude again, and your reputation will be gone." She threatened in a deep voice. Ben glared at her back. He turned and stood behind the green backdrop. "Bring it." He nodded, trying to make a sign to challenge. "Make a handstand." She declared. "What?" He asked. "Do it." She commanded in a harsh voice. He sighed and attempted to do it, and succeeded. He looked up and smirked. She smiled grimly. "Let's begin." She chuckled.

~At a warehouse somewhere…

"Now, cover your eyes." Kevin got Gwen's hands and put them over her eyes. "What is it!" She asked excitedly. "I'll give you a hint." He pushed the button to open the warehouse. "It's bright red." Gwen immediately uncovered her eyes. "Oh…my…" She gasped looking at her bright-cherry red. F70. Sports car. "Do you like it?" He asked. "Do I like it, Kevin it's wonderful!" She hugged Kevin and pecked him on the cheek. "I'd knew you'd like it." He smiled. Gwen put out her hand. Kevin sighed and gave her the keys. "Let's drive." She radiated, as she went into the car. Kevin followed. She started the car got out of the warehouse and drove to the freeway.

~At another photo shoot…

"Now! Tennyson, amaze me with this big stunt!" The photographer pointed at the 50-story building. "Don't tell me, to jump off of that?" He said, nonchalantly. He tried to hide the exhaustion he had from the fashion shoot, from Lorietta and Roxanne. "You sure you seem, tired." Roxanne noticed, already. "Me tired? Psssshh. No." He rolled his eyes and chuckled nervously. "Roxanne you're funny." He went inside the building pointing up. "Let's do this." He finished. Roxanne sighed. "I hope he's capable of this." She said with worry. "Don't worry he'll fall." Lorietta smirked, mischievously. Roxanne gave a confused look. As Ben went up to the position that he was supposed to be. A bright cherry red car pulled over. "Hey guys." Gwen came out of it, followed by Kevin. "Hey." He waved. He then looked up. "Tennyson going to do a stunt?" He asked. "Yep." Roxanne nodded. "Bold." He replied. Ben was then onto his position. "Let's get this over with." He mumbled. "Jump in 5...4...3...2...1!" A man commanded as Ben jumped and made as many poses as possible. He looked down and there was no crew there with a net to catch him. He gasped as he got towards his Ultramatrix and tried to change into Jetray, but the velocity was to fast he was just a few seconds reaching the floor. Then, a bright blue force field ball covered him and bounced him up higher, as the photographer took as many pictures as possible. And Roxanne summoned him towards them. He was unconscious in the force field. Everyone gasped. Roxanne ran towards his unconscious body. And poked him. "Ben?" She asked. She looked up, and glared at the photographer. "Who are you and why did you risk his life?" She screeched. "Oh, well it wasn't my fault that he wanted to do it." She rolled her eyes. Ben woke up and rubbed his head. "I feel lightheaded." He huffed. "Don't worry we'll take you home." Roxanne put his arm over her shoulder and helped him up. Roxanne turned to Lorietta and shook her head in disappointment and helped walk Ben into Gwen's car. Lorietta turned to the photographer. "Why did you exhaust him? I mean…he's a celebrity! Who are you?" Her eyes changed to a bright shade of blue. Then the woman chuckled and turned away. "I am Emelda Carnadine, I came here by request. No further notice." She walked away. Lorietta went behind her. She hovered off, and immediately Lorietta hovered after her, but she couldn't catch up. "I swear…I will get her in pieces." Lorietta mumbled.

~At Ben's house…

"Well, is she 'gonna get beat up?" Ben asked at Roxanne still rubbing his head, sitting at his couch. "Yep, Lori's 'gonna get her good." Roxanne smiled. "Alright…" He smiled. "So…Looks like she's working for Harangue after all." Gwen huffed. "Uh huh, and um…so will she like put her in jail…or something?" Kevin asked Roxanne, scratching his head. "Or something…" Roxanne looked towards the windows.

~At Harangue's studio…

"Hello, Mr. Harangue. I am Ms. Carnadine, it is very nice to meet you." Emelda greeted as she shook hands with him. "Likewise, so…did you get the pictures?" He asked. "As you ordered…I got the ones you asked for." She took out funny poses of Ben and showed them to him. "These are perfect…to embarrass him." He chuckled. He took out a suitcase. "40,000 as you asked, Ms. Carnadine." He showed her the big rolls of money. "Exquisite." She rubbed her hands together. She got the suitcase. "It was nice to do business with you." He smiled. "Likewise." She grimly smiled. She turned and walked away. "Sir, you're ready in 5." A crewman said to Harangue. "Let's get this show on the road." He clasped his hands together walking towards the shoot.

"Let's watch some television that might cool your nerves." Gwen clicked the remote to the on button. The television flashed on with Harangue's face. "Ben Tennyson, a model?" He began. "I am not liking this." Kevin shook his head. "Turn it up." Ben commanded, as Gwen raised the volume of the television. "Recent photo shoots of Ben Tennyson in most famous modeling company, Bleu Jay Proux." He continued. As the television presented goofy pictures of Ben. "What! I worked hard for those shoots! I'm 'gonna need that bet money from Lorietta!" He huffed. "Unbelievable! And he's known as thegreatesthero of all time. What a loss of respect for him!"Harangue shook in head in shame. "Why that…little." Ben began. "Whoa, whoa calm down! You're exhausted!" Gwen stopped Ben. "Well, America. What do you see of Tennyson now?" Harangue asked. "And Tennyson…please save the world, not the camera. Signing off is Will Harangue."Gwen immediately turned off the television. "That's great…" Ben huffed. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this." Roxanne got up from the chair and went out to the door. Ben sighed heavily. "I hope so…"