Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight......but L does covet the MJP..... I do indeed!

Alright, this is the first outtake for our story Socks for Sex. It coincides with chapter 5 of the story, where Alice accosts our lovely Jasper to be her pretend boyfriend.....

Persistent Pixies

JPOV

Finally, I had a job offer, and it wasn't courtesy of Maria. I had been with Maria for a long time and I knew there should be more love between us, but I simply felt trapped. I loved my work, and she held it over my head like guillotine. If I left her, my career was over, and I wasn't quite ready for that.

I washed my hands in the sink and checked my reflection. I had an appointment with Alice Brandon; the creative director at Couture Magazine. She was young but well known in the industry for her expertise. She was good at what she did and people really seemed to trust her.

Callbacks always made me nervous. It wasn't as though I wasn't confident and I knew I was charismatic, but once they linked me with Maria, they either hired or fired me. It was why I had attempted this in Seattle. In New York, Los Angeles, London, I was tied to the queen bee and therefore was judged on that alone.

I could only hope that this Alice Brandon was not one to judge me based upon my associations because I was looking forward to working closer to home. I felt horrible for neglecting my family based upon my need to establish my career, but Maria left me no other options. My nephew was due in a few months and I hoped to be able to network more jobs out of Seattle so I could spend time with them. I didn't want to be an absentee uncle, I had already been a horrible brother by missing my own step sister's wedding to follow that woman - if you could call her that - to Europe.

When I got into the world of modeling, I had done it as a way to break free from the future that was planned out before my father's death. I wanted to be able to do something that didn't involve being in his shadow anymore, because it caused too much pain. Male modeling seemed to be the furthest thing from finance, so when I met Maria, I jumped at the chance to try something new.

If I had only known then that she was a control freak with a god complex, I might not have been so enthusiastic to let her show me the ropes in the business. That woman was a man-eater, and once she got her claws into me, I had no idea how to get away from her.

I hadn't told her that I was coming here, if by chance I was able to get the job on my own merit, then I would have one foot in the door, and one step away from her. That scared her. She was too invested in me to let go.

To her I was her protégé, her puppet, her toy. I, however, was seriously beginning to resent her.

I checked myself in the mirror once more before heading out to the lobby. Sitting in there waiting for someone to show up was beginning to get oppressive. I hated being late, it made you look as though you weren't making an effort. I was making an effort. I loved this life and everything that came with it. Well, almost everything. The only downside to being this early was the waiting.

I pulled open the door and stepped out into the small foyer that was hidden from view of the lobby and headed back to my seat. I had brought my portfolio on the flash drive. Apparently, this was the newest and "fashionable" way to do things.

Before I had even taken two steps, a streak of black with Manolo's on hit me like a freight train, crushing my back into the wall behind me. If the jolt hadn't shocked me before, the woman that attacked me would have. She was beautiful, head to toe beautiful and tiny to boot.

"Eh, hi," she squeaked out in a small voice as her deep blue eyes roamed my face. She quickly peeked over her shoulder, looking for something.

When she returned her gaze towards me, I smiled at her. I was completely flabbergasted at her actions, and I desperately wanted to know her name. Maria be damned, this tiny pixie was making me delighted that I had decided to pursue this job lead. If I could see her every time I came into work, I would die a happy man when Maria inevitably came after me.

After a few more moments of intense eye contact, the tiny woman dropped her hands and she looked like she had been burned. Maybe she was regretting pressing me into the wall, I know I didn't, in fact I wanted to spin her around and pin her to the wall in an entirely inappropriate display of lust.

"Hello," I said to her smoothly, my distant accent seeming to roll into my words. I don't know why, but when I turned on the accent, it seemed to make women more responsive to me.

I continued to look into her eyes, and it felt like we were sharing a moment, this woman and I had only said one word to each other, but somehow I was captivated by her. As the seconds ticked by, I steeled myself to talk to her. I had to know more about her, it wasn't an option for me not to. Just as I started to speak, she blurted out a request that I knew that I couldn't deny.

"Would you be willing to save my sanity?" she said in her lyrical voice. At this point, I would be willing to do anything for this woman.

"What would that entail?" I said playfully as I laughed at her enthusiasm. My laugh seemed to leave her with a dazed expression on her face, and I hoped that my charm would be enough to keep her talking.

"Walk me to my office and go along with anything I say on the way?" Her lips dug into her full bottom lip as her eyes flickered back towards lobby as though she were waiting for something to happen. Her indecision was endearing, and it kept me with her longer, so there was no way I was going to prompt her. Yet she had asked me a question and I was raised better than that.

"I think I can handle that." I grinned, little did she know I would walk with her anywhere. I needed to know more about her. I knew I should feel guilty; I had a perfectly controlling and contrite girlfriend at the hotel waiting for me to come back. Yet there was no guilt, not one little bit. "I'm Jasper for future reference."

"Alice," She sighed, dragging in air through her nose. I couldn't tell if she was sniffing me or annoyed that I was talking too much. The only indication was her heavily lidded eyes, and the hypnotic rising and falling of her chest. We were still standing close to one another, still touching.

Her voice was almost musical. It seemed to linger between us as she made up her mind. Her tiny hand slid into mine sending a shock of something coursing through my veins. I felt unusually alive. My heart stuttered and pounded in my chest as she gave a gentle tug on my hand indicating that I should follow her.

She stood close to me as we moved into the main reception area, but I was oblivious to everyone but the woman holding my hand. Her eyes darted to me and away with every step, and I couldn't help but laugh at her as her teeth dug into her bottom lip again. If she kept this up, I would offer to do it for her.

Never in my life had I had an encounter like this before. A strange woman - she was beautiful and encompassing all of my attention, but she was indeed strange - had asked me to follow her with absolutely no idea where she would lead me, and I had agreed. It was exciting, and for the first time in years, I realized how much I truly disliked Maria.

As Alice led me out towards the reception area, I loosely intertwined my fingers with her tiny ones and reveled in the feeling. It felt natural to touch her and I wanted to enjoy the contact while it lasted.

I was looking down towards her, shamelessly staring as she continued to briskly walk past the desk when a deep male voice startled her from the other end of the reception desk.

"Alice," he cooed as he stared at her with a predatory look. The guy was tall and slender with dark blond hair slicked down, and he looked like a real creep. I had met enough of his type in my day and I felt the need to protect Alice from his advances.

She stiffened as she heard him, but soon she donned a sickeningly sweet smile on her face before she turned to face him. I recognized her posture as a defensive stance, and I was all too familiar with the gesture. Being associated with the ice bitch of the modeling world meant that you had to meet all kinds of unsavory and rude people.

"James," she sneered at him as she tightened the grip on my hand.

An amused smirk crossed his face as her smile turned into a disgusted glare. I could tell that this man made her extremely uncomfortable and I couldn't help but wonder how she knew him.

When his look towards her turned aggressive in nature, I pulled her back into my chest and draped my arms around her slender stomach. I knew that it was a presumptuous move on my part, but if it kept this creep, James, away from her, then I would protect her the best way I knew how.

His eyes narrowed at my gesture and his nostrils flared as he looked towards Alice. He didn't like her proximity to me and I secretly rejoiced at the fact that he thought I was a threat to him. I so wanted to be, but I knew that it would never happen. Alice's warm little body seemed to fit into mine perfectly and I had never felt this comfortable with Maria. She had always treated me like I was her pet, and affectionate gestures from her made me sick.

"How have you been?" he asked her, pain laced into his voice. It was obvious that he held feelings for her, but she was still glaring in his direction.

"Great thanks, how's Victoria? You two set a date yet for the big day?" Alice responded, her voice laced with venom. She was so fierce for being such a tiny person, and I hugged her closer to me as I tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Her skin was so soft and I found it hard to keep my hands off of her.

"No, we, eh . . ." he stuttered as the receptionist glared at him.

Oops, I guess Alice just cockblocked him.....

As I stared down at Alice, I felt the strange compulsion to kiss her, and my lips seemed to move on their own accord as I kissed her softly on the side of her forehead. She seemed startled by my behavior but the increase in her breathing led me to believe she was enjoying my closeness.

James was still looking at our rather public display of affection with disgust and I decided to play with him a little bit.

"You gonna introduce us baby?" I cooed into her ear as James' posture stiffened.

Alice took a stuttered breath before composing herself again. She smelt wonderful and even though I was reluctant to pull away again, I did.

"Sorry; James Jasper, Jasper James." She said, nodding between the two of us. I tried to be the gentleman I was raised to be and removed one of my hands from her warm flat stomach to offer it to the creep in front of me.

He looked a little stunned; it was two whole blinks before he remembered himself and clasped my hand.

"Good to meet you," I offered. His eyes narrowed, as he refused to say another word.

His hand tightened around mine and I could feel him squeezing with more force than necessary. It took everything in me not to laugh at the jackass. He was weak. I tightened my fingers a little, feeling the bones in his hand shift slightly at the added pressure. He dropped my hand quickly after getting the point. I wasn't an idiot, and it was obvious that he was trying to put on a show.

Alice's back brushed against me as she stiffened and relaxed. I could feel her indecision through her body language. I believed she was enjoying our proximity, but she was here to work, and the douche in front of us was watching her intently. His eyes traveled down to her waist where my arm was still tightly wrapped around her.

His eyes lingered and as much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't. I flipped him the bird in one smooth movement so Alice wouldn't notice. I don't know why this guy bothered me so much but I was intent on protecting her. Intent on pushing him so far he wouldn't bother her again.

It was irrational I would agree, but it was what is was.

"Well, I have work to do. It was good seeing you James," Alice said without emotion. It was highly obvious that seeing him was anything but nice for her.

She moved out of my embrace quickly, I stifled the negative emotion that conjured within me. What was wrong with me? I barely knew the woman. She took my hand and pulled me deeper into the offices behind the reception. We marched down a narrow hall between cubicles towards a wall of offices.

She pulled me into the second office, past a pretty girl sat behind a desk who's eyes were wide with surprise, and threw the door closed behind her. My heart hit my stomach when I saw the Plaque on the door.

Alice Brandon: Creative Director.

It was just too good to be true. The woman who held the fate of my modeling career in her tiny little hands was the beauty who had accosted me outside the men's bathroom. Any hope that I had for getting this job on my own merit were crushed. If I got it now I felt like it would only be because I had saved her from that asshole, James.

"Thanks, I owe you one," she sighed as she relaxed against the door.

"Ex?" I inquired, curious if she would tell me anything about him.

She nodded solemnly as she strode towards her desk. "We didn't part well either. He was a bit of a pig. I won't bore you with the details. It's long and unnecessary and I'm really sorry I dragged you into that."

Her eyes kept flickering from mine towards the door and I wondered if being alone with me made her uncomfortable.

She whispered, "I'm not keeping you from an appointment or anything am I?"

She smiled sweetly at me and I hoped that the fact that I was her appointment would not scare her.

I sat down in the chair across from her and casually draped my arms on my knees.

"Actually, I believe I am your first appointment," I chuckled.

She glanced down at her desk and took in a deep breath. "So, you're Jasper Whitlock?"

"That'd be me." I responded with a shy enthusiasm.

"Well, I guess there's really no need for an interview. Not a conventional one anyway. Although," she said, lowering her voice to lean over the desk towards me. "You would have gotten the job on your own merit, you're perfect for the Ralph Lauren men's line."

I laughed at her confession, stunned by the fact that she was so honest with me. I was happy that she seemed to think I was perfect for the job, because I really did want to get this job based upon my qualifications, not my ability to scare off jackass ex's.

"Just like that, sweetheart. You don't even know if I can model," I said to her in a teasing voice. It was fun to interact with her, I had never been so at ease with such a beautiful woman before.

"Sweetheart," she said softly, honey dripping from her provocative voice as she smiled at me. "I have an eye for these things and I can guarantee that you can model. I don't need you to audition, but I will need you to do some test shots. We have the studio booked for later today."

Just as soon as her flirtatious voice appeared, it was replaced with a serious professional one as she reached into her desk. She pulled out several pieces of paper, signing them quickly as she pushed them across the desk towards me.

"These are your release forms; I need you to fill them in and hand them to Amanda my assistant before we head down to the studio. She'll get you something to drink, or anything else you might need. I will be back in about fifteen minutes to take you down to the studio. If I'm not back, Amanda will point you in the right direction."

She stood up in one fluid motion her slender body moved as though she were dancing and I couldn't take my eyes from her. Working with her was going to be more difficult that I had contemplated. I had an irrational attachment to her now. I wanted her.

At another time in any other situation, I would have flirted with a little more effort, but her body language had switched to that of a business nature and I really didn't want to lose this job before I had started. She held out her tiny warm hand for me to shake and I stood and took it without a second thought.

The spark was still there when we touched and the significance really wasn't lost on me. There was something between us. A pull, a draw, I really didn't know how to describe it. Unfortunately, time and circumstance meant it wasn't meant to be.

"It was my pleasure, Alice, or should I call you Ms. Brandon?" I was still flirting with her.

"Alice is fine," She smiled, her eyes flickering to our hand and back to my eyes. Our hands were still clasped between us.

She stepped away from me and moved to the door with a slight blush staining her cheeks. I stepped past her and inhaled once, memorizing the smell of her perfume before I headed to her assistant, Amanda's, desk.

Alice sighed, shot me a look and took off down the corridor in a breeze.

"I see you've filled the last place." Amanda grinned pleasantly, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"I think so; I have to get test shots taken."

"Always a good sign. You want a coffee or soda or anything?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks."

Amanda disappeared down the corridor leaving me alone with the paperwork. I had something I needed to do while I was alone, and it annoyed me that I had to do it here. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the phone book to Maria.

This was going to be fun!

I reluctantly pressed the call button and held the phone up to my ear.

"Hey baby," Maria cooed in my ear as I rolled my eyes at her.

"Hello Maria, I just wanted to let you know that it was still going to be awhile until I could make it back to the hotel. I need to have test shots done at Couture magazine for the Polo spread they are doing in the next issue."

She huffed on the other end of the phone and I prepared for her latest childish meltdown.

"I knew there was another reason that you wanted to come to this god forsaken city. Visiting your mother my ass. Why the hell do you want to do a shoot with Couture anyways? They are so played out. I stopped working with that damn magazine ages ago, they wouldn't know real talent if it bit them in the ass. Don't even get me started on that little shrew of a creative director they have."

I growled at her mention of Alice. I knew that she was who Maria had to have been talking about. She was still upset over the fact that they had replaced her during a shoot last year when she was being temperamental. I had been forced to get an earful of her whining. Luckily, I had been on a shoot for Hugo Boss in London at the time. Although if I had known I would get the opportunity to meet Alice earlier, I might have jumped at the chance.

"Stop being irrational. I am taking the job if they offer it to me. I plan on staying in Seattle until Fashion Week next month anyways, so it would be good for me to work while I am here."

"But Jazzy...." she whined in a nasally voice that made me want to stab my eyes out. "You know I could get you a contract in New York tomorrow if you wanted it. I don't see why you need to visit your family so much anyways. You just saw them last December."

"I'm not having this conversation with you. I have responsibilities today and I will see you later tonight. And it's August, seeing my family eight months ago doesn't exactly qualify as too much visiting. Don't wait up for me." I growled as I hung up the phone without her response. I was so tired of dealing with her shit lately and hopefully this job would give me the ability to end things with her sooner rather than later.

By the time I had finished my infuriating call, Amanda had returned with my coffee.

"Thank you," I sighed as I set it down on the table next to me and returned my attention to the forms on my lap.

Alice's tiny signature was at the bottom of the page and I traced the delicate outline of her swirling letters before I shook my head and chastised myself for being so obsessive.

When I looked up, Amanda was looking at me with a knowing smirk and I averted my gaze to my lap. I wondered if she could tell that I was hopelessly attracted to her boss. This was going to be an interesting few weeks if I ended up with this job, which meant many more hours interacting with Alice Brandon.

I filled in the rest of the forms and handed them to Amanda with a smile.

"If you want to take a seat, I'll call down to the studio and see if their ready,"

"Thanks."

Amanda picked up the phone, while I settled into the chairs opposite her desk. I went back over the conversation I had with Maria. I felt trapped, and had for a while. She was great at mingling with the big names in the Fashion world and in the beginning she had been sweet and exciting. I had loved her, and in some capacity I think I still did, I just wasn't in love with her.

"Mr. Whitlock?"

"Jasper, sug."

Amanda giggled. "Jasper, you can go down to the studio now, David's ready for you."

I smiled and looked down the corridor, hoping to catch another glance of Alice before I left, but I was caught by a giggling Amanda.

"She'll be down there soon."

I nodded and headed towards the bank of elevators. I pressed the button continuously until the elevator arrived and climbed in. When the doors slid open, I was stunned at the face on the other side of the door.

Was that Scarlett fucking Johansson?

"Do you know where Studio B is?" she asked, her lips mesmerizing me as they moved

"I think it's down the corridor to the right. I'm a first timer too."

"Shit, okay thanks," She took off in the direction I had motioned to and left me standing dazed at the elevator. Was this what it was like working at a magazine? Bewitching women and film stars in an abundance just to keep you on your toes. I could get used to this.

"Are you Jasper?" A voice startled me from my bemused state.

"Yes Sir," I offered my hand, "You are?"

"David, creative director."

"Isn't Alice . . .?"

"Alice is the creative director for the magazine. I however am a lowly creative director of the photo shoots. Don't worry, I am noted as the CD if that makes it any easier."

"Oh, alright," I said nodding. "Will Alice be joining us for the test shots?"

He smirked at me and nodded. "She is taking care of something quickly and then she will be back in to join us. Why don't you go over there to the changing room and go through the rack of samples. Just put something together and we can get started."

When I walked into the small alcove that David referred to as the changing room, I was overwhelmed by the amount of clothing that was hung on the clothing rack. I had always had a stylist who picked out my outfits for photo shoots and I hadn't the slightest idea what they would be looking for.

After a few minutes of contemplation, I fished through the stack of denim on a bench in the corner and was able to find a pair that was long enough to accommodate my height. That was one of the only perks of being a male model who was tall, I always walked away with free samples. When I reached the height of 6'1 at sixteen, my mother had taken to special ordering my pants. Apparently, slender men were not supposed to have such long legs.

The pair that I picked out were a medium wash with slight fade marks along the thighs. I pulled apart the clothes on the rack and found a white webbed belt with navy blue stripes and pulled it on as well.

I knew that the layered look had been popular in my recent work, so I found a long sleeved dress shirt that was striped blue and white and buttoned it up over my simple white t-shirt.

After browsing a little more through the plethora of Polo attire, I found a navy blue tie and a white polo shirt with two diagonal stripes across the chest that I threw on as well.

When I looked into the mirror mounted on the wall of the small changing area, I still thought that the outfit looked a little stiff, so I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows and untucked the polo shirt.

I threw back on my white sneakers and walked back out into the staging area where David was quietly talking to a young woman with two cameras strapped around her neck.

"Jasper?"

My head spun around and I caught site of Alice steaming in through the door. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open.

"I . . . I was . . ." She crossed her arms over her chest, running her eyes up and down my body slowly. "I was going to pick something out for you to wear, but I see you have it covered. You never said you had fashion sense."

"I wasn't aware that I did," I chuckled. In all honesty, I just pulled out what I thought would look good, what I thought they would want to see. I noticed the look between David and the photographer. Both of them smirked, both of them let their eyes flicker between Alice and I.

"Amanda wasn't lying," David said under his breath waving me forward with a smile. It made me a little nervous.

"Okay we're going with a white background, just you and the camera. I will keep my mouth shut unless I think you're doing something wrong. Right here, in this room, no news is good news."

"Stop trying to intimidate him David," Alice laughed, sliding into a chair and crossing her long legs. For someone as short as she was, her legs looked like they went on for miles. She was beautiful.

"You want some music, Jasper?" She asked fiddling with a small sound system, scanning through the stations.

"Yeah," I pointed to my jacket lying over my jeans. "I have my iPod, do you mind?"

Everyone nodded and smiled so I assumed that it wasn't an unreasonable request. I handed it to Alice with a smile and a wink, and moved back to the small setup so they could do the set up with the light meter.

Alice pushed the small music player onto the dock, and looked up at me. "Anything in particular?"

"What's on is fine," I had been listening to The Black Keys, it was bluesy type music that had good rhythm, it made it easy to move around and forget my surroundings.

Alice hit play and the rhythmic notes of sounds of Psychotic girl filled the studio.

I stepped onto the white backdrop and casually hooked my thumbs in the front pockets of my jeans as I looked towards the photographer. She began circling me, taking random shots as I shifted my weight into other relaxed poses.

After a few minutes, I began to get into more elaborate poses, changing my facial expressions and occasionally glancing over at Alice.

On more than one occasion, I could have sworn that she was checking me out in a suggestive manner, but I had to dismiss those thoughts because the photographer and David would definitely notice if I needed to 'adjust' myself.

About ten minutes into the session, I could hear Alice's tinkling laughter coming from where she was perched. When I looked back towards her, David was whispering something in her ear before he shot me a few furtive glances.

Ah, so they were talking about me....

I laughed as she caught me staring at them and saw her blush, but I continued working with the photographer. Alice was distracting me, but I had a job to do, and if I got this gig, I would get to see a lot more of her.

"Alright," David said clapping his hands and walking back towards us. "I think we have enough shots to work from here. I'll throw together a contact sheet and get it to your agent. I don't know about Alice, but I think that you definitely have the look we are going for. I am sure Miss Brandon can fill you in on the details for the upcoming weeks."

He patted me on the shoulder and then Alice walked up to me with a smile on her face.

"See, I told you I had a sense about these things. You are perfect...." she said in a dazed voice. "I, uh, I meant you are perfect for the job."

I laughed at her candor and reached my hand out to shake hers.

"Thank you for the opportunity Alice, I can promise you that I won't disappoint," I drawled as I winked at her.

She squeezed my hand lightly and then giggled. It was the most enticing sound, and I hoped that I would have the opportunity to hear it more over the duration of our time together.

Alice Brandon was an intriguing woman, and I was going to do my best to learn everything I could about her.....

A/N:
L: Well I bet you weren't expecting that were you . . .

E: That was fun L, Jasper is such a thoughtful guy......he only ogled her ass like once.....aw he actually likes her....

L: He enjoyed the closeness when confronting James anyway . . . imagine how many problems they could have solved if they simply ran with it!

E: But then there wouldn't have been the fun buildup.....although they could have gotten to the sexin alot sooner than 23 chapters later....he he....oh well....

L:Yesh and Jake's ego would have taken a hit all the sooner . . . Poor guy, least he got some while the going was good!

E: Well, he is gonna see Nessie at the ball, and he may or may not have a room key to the hotel....hmmmm....maybe we will see a reappearance of Jacob's Jumbo Junk as Cass so loving refers to it.....

L: Indeed . . . well I guess we should explain this . . . The Dryer Monster is outtakes from Socks for Sex, they are somewhat random, but they're from characters and situations we think need a little more explaining . . .

E: Oh, and there will be some hot sex outtakes too....maybe Rose in some FMPs in Em's office, or James bending Tanya over like the little slut she is.....those are gonna be fun too.....

And maybe there will be some serious ones later on with our forlorn and frustrated Edward.....poor thing....

L: and of course the moments that get skipped over in the process of the story, Jake's heartbreak . . . others I can't mention because it hasn't been posted yet! From now on we intend to start posting our Dryer Monsters on Fridays . . . I know today is Wednesday, but I nagged goldentemptress until she relented . . . and it is Rob's birthday still….so

E: And I guess since it took me over a week to get my act together on the last chapter they deserve a little treat......Hope you liked it guys and gals!

L: Till Friday . . . Next week adios :D