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3am Challenge Day 11
Prompt: #162 - Gravediggers (600 words)
Song: Klaypex – E.T. (Katy Perry)
Characters: Roxas, Axelle (fem!Axel), mentions of others
The speakers pulsed with each beat of the music pouring from them as multi-colored spotlights swept across the runway; pink, green, cyan – all moving in a synchronized array before finally swinging downward to illuminate the catwalk.
Behind the curtain separating the audience from the dressing rooms there was a flurry of activity. Models rushed to take their places just beyond the entrance to the stage while assistants ran to and fro, padding over to their designated ladies with arms outstretched and ready to hand off the next flowing designer gown.
Roxas nearly stumbled over a pair of shoes as he flitted past Ollette, who was busy helping a pixie-like girl named Xion step out of a cobalt blue cocktail dress. He shot a glance backwards in apology but kept moving, having no time to spare. He reached his assigned spot just as a fiendishly beautiful woman stepped out from behind the curtain and turned her glass-green eyes his way.
Axelle La'Flamme: sexiest and highest-paid model at Oblivion Designs for the past two years, practically ethereal with her pale skin and bright shock of scarlet hair. Not for the first time that night Roxas felt his throat close off at the sight of his dream woman striding towards him. What he wouldn't give to be on her arm…
He shook himself as she reached him, shoving aside his fantasies for later while she turned around to allow him access to her back. He quickly unzipped her dress, slipping the fabric down off her shoulders. They worked together, taking less than a minute to switch her out of the deep violet gown and into a ravishing little black number with no back and barely any front. He stepped back, careful not to tread on the layers of skirt, and gave his model a once-over before deeming her – as always – absolutely flawless.
They didn't speak. Not when there was so much to do. But she flashed him a smile in thanks before strutting back out to the stage and Roxas felt his heart skip a beat. Once more he ran off to his rack of clothes to hang up the still-warm gown and grab the next one on the list.
Back and forth, over and over the same process until, finally, the last of the dresses had made it down the catwalk and back to the clothing racks. All around the dressing room models were sliding down into vanity chairs, quietly complaining about murderous shoes and the ache in their feet. Now that the chaos was over and done with, Roxas found he could breath more easily. He smiled to himself, feeling the adrenaline in his body trickle to a stop. "That… wasn't so bad…"
A silky-smooth chuckle reached his ears. "Oh trust me, honey, that was nothing compared to one of Marluxia's shows." Axelle dropped down into the chair beside him in nothing but her underwear and flesh-colored breast tape. She carefully held out the gown she'd been wearing – which Roxas took with shaking hands – and propped her feet up on the makeup station. Nimble, manicured fingers unclasped the straps of her stilettos and the model practically moaned in relief as Roxas took those, too. The assistant could have sworn his face was on fire.
Axelle watched as Roxas put things away, perfect face thoughtful. "You did well tonight," she said after a moment. She leaned forward in her chair. "Best assistant I've ever had, actually."
Roxas stared at her, heart fluttering, and the model smirked. "Think I'll request you for next time, too," she winked. "You know. Before someone else does."
