Characters/Pairing: Quil, Embry, Paul, Jared
Rating: R
Genre: Humor?
Prompt: J. Giles Band – Centerfold
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Quil turned the magazine, first way then another. He scratched his head. "I don't know, Emb. She doesn't have a tattoo."
Embry snatched the magazine from his friend's hands. "She could have gotten it after Christmas. She didn't come home for Spring Break. Remember?"
"Yeah. She did get that new job. Still, she wouldn't do something like this."
"What are you two bitchin' over?" Jared asked.
"Emb thinks Wolf Paw's new centerfold is Bella Swan."
Paul snorted. "Little Miss Innocent?"
Jared smirked. "Don't you mean 'not so innocent'? She's been beneath each of us several times."
"Give it here." Embry handed it to Paul. He began examining each picture. As he did, Jared turned to the others.
"Has Jake heard from Bella lately?" he asked.
Embry nodded. "She has a new job that will keep her in Pullman over the summer."
"So, Lahote. What's the verdict?"
A smirk twisted his lips as he laid the magazine down on the counter. "I heard from Sam. There's a new girl." He pointed to the cover.
"That does not answer the question," Quil interrupted. "Is that Bella Swan or not?"
"You see," he continued, shooting Quil the stink eye, "she's a little shy, hence the mask."
"You already know, you fucker," Jared said.
He just smiled and flipped the magazine open to the centerfold. "All Wolf Paw models, male and female, have a paw print somewhere on their body." He tapped the black decal on the inside of the model's hip. "It's not a tattoo. Although, I did hear from a little birdie up Pullman way that Bella did visit the shop a couple of times." He stroked the artwork on her shoulder in the next picture. "Not exactly sure what she got, but I was hoping to find out."
Embry moaned. "Put us out of our misery and tell us."
"How much time do you spend between the lovely Miss Swan's thighs?" he countered.
"About as much as you," Quil bragged.
"Oh, son," Paul said. "I sincerely doubt that. While you peons pounded away in several positions, I spent an hour or two worshiping at the temple daily."
Jared rolled his eyes. "Paul," he growled.
"Okay, okay." They turned their attention by to the magazine. Her hair was artfully arranged to look as if she spent the last few hours rolling around in bed. Her right arm was cocked behind her head, her left hand on her stomach. Teeth peeked out from luscious lips as she bit the bottom one. Her legs were splayed open, showing every secret.
"Right there. See that mark?" He pointed to a mole on her upper right thigh, an inch from her nether lips. "How many other girls do you know that has a mark in that exact same spot?" He stepped back.
"You're basing your argument on a beauty mark?" Embry asked.
"And Sam. Bella is now a member of Wolf Paw Productions."
"You mean?" Quil began.
"Yep. Our little Bella is now a porn star."