Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.
Summary: There's being unable to spit it out and then there's this.
A wise man once said that the only thing predictable about life was its unpredictability. And today, life had sought to make good on that claim by placing Victoria Chase right outside Max's door.
"Max Caulfield." she greeted, thrusting a finger at the hipster. "Today is your lucky day."
The brunette was barely awake, but managed a raspy, weary "What?"
"A little birdie told me you were having some trouble with your photography lately, and I've come to offer my services."
Max blinked in utter confusion. "Again…what?"
Victoria clucked her tongue in annoyance. "What's your portfolio filled with?"
It was too damn early for 20 Questions, but Max decided to humor the blonde. "Pictures."
"Of…?"
Max groaned in annoyance. "Myself, mostly?"
"Exactly!" Victoria's sudden shout made her jump. "It's no wonder you're flunking. Your binder's full of self-indulgent pictures. It's so egotistical, even I look humble by comparison."
That got Max's attention, if only by a little bit. "Hey, you take selfies, too."
"Nowhere near as much as you, and you know it." Max opened her mouth to retort, but closed it after realizing that Victoria was, though she hated to admit it, right.
Victoria smiled smugly as she saw the resignation appear on Max's face. "Okay, fine. So, what, you're going to give me photography tips?"
"Not exactly. All you need is a little bit of spice in your portfolio. Maybe some shots of people besides yourself?"
Max chewed her lip thoughtfully. She supposed Victoria had the right idea. Shots of people that weren't selfies would certainly gussy up her album. "That's a pretty good idea."
"All my ideas are good ideas." smirked Victoria. "And lucky for you, in the spirit of friendship, I've decided to be your first model." She leaned against the doorframe, one arm up and the other slung over her waist, jutting her hips out seductively. "This is the part where you thank me."
Max blinked again, wondering if she was still asleep and that this was an incredibly odd dream. "Uh…thanks?"
"You're very welcome, Max. Meet me in my dorm after class; we'll get to work on making your drab little portfolio pop." With a wink and a wave, Victoria was gone.
Max rubbed her temples, wondering if what just happened really happened. With no time to catch even a quick power nap, she set about getting ready for the start of her day.
Meanwhile, Victoria strolled off to her first class, terrifying all who passed by with her bright, wide, and shockingly genuine smile.
Max stood outside Victoria's dorm, hand inches from the doorknob. Written on the blonde's wipeboard were the words "Max welcome, everyone else, screw off." The longer she stayed on this side of the door, the more impatient Victoria would get. And an irate Victoria was worse than a weird Victoria.
"Max," greeted Victoria as the hipster entered her domain. "Glad you could make it."
"Yeah, sorry I'm late, I needed some extra information for my hooooOOH my gosh."
Victoria was lying on her bed, but not in her trademark outfit of pants and cashmere cardigan. In fact, she wasn't in her trademark anything; instead, her naked body was on full display for the hipster. She was propping her head up with a hand, the other resting on her thigh. Her eyes gazed lustfully at the red-faced Max, whose knees were shaking like birch branches in an autumn wind.
"Find the place okay?" Victoria joked, twirling a lock of hair.
"Why are you naked!?"
The blonde did a wide, sweeping gesture of her bare form and gave a wink. "Does it bother you?"
It was a good four seconds before Max answered. "Not…really?"
That was the answer Victoria was hoping to hear. "Good. Now, why don't you put that camera to good use?"
"But why naked pictures of you?" Max asked, finding this whole situation beyond bizarre.
"There's nothing wrong with the human anatomy, Max." purred Victoria, her hungry gaze causing goosebumps to form on Max's skin.
"Certainly nothing wrong with yours." Max mumbled under her breath. "Are nude photos even allowed?"
Victoria shrugged, and even that action looked adoringly sexy to the flustered hipster. "Hard to say. But this should give you some decent practice. If you can't take a picture of someone naked, what can you take a picture of?"
That was insanely stupid logic, and somehow it made perfect sense.
Sighing, Max held up her camera, and though the barrier of lens separated her from the stark naked Victoria, she could barely stop her hands from shaking.
"Something the matter, Max dear?" Victoria smirked, relishing the effect she was having on the hipster.
She shook her head, afraid of what might come spilling out of her mouth if she opened it. With great effort, she steadied her hands and managed to snap a picture.
"OkayIthinkthat'senoughIshould probablygo." Max said in a hurried breath, shaking her picture quickly and fanning herself off in the process.
"Oh, Max, one picture isn't enough." Victoria pouted, inwardly grinning when she saw Max shake. "Here, I'll try a different pose."
The blonde drew herself up and got on her knees before bending over slightly, hands holding her breasts firm and pushed together. "Like it?" she asked.
Max was suddenly aware that, while her mouth was very very dry, somewhere else was very very wet. Her shaking, sweaty fingers almost made her drop her camera, but she somehow managed to snap the picture.
"Another pose?" asked Victoria, enjoying every minute of the situation. "I don't mind any requests."
'Aaaaand, yup, I've officially died and gone to heaven.' thought the hipster girl. 'It's roomier than I thought.'
"Uh…um…" A thought struck her, a pose she totally hadn't seen a model strike that was totally not on the cover of Maxim magazine that she totally did not swipe from Chloe's room when she wasn't looking. "Stay on your knees, but spread them, lean back, and put your hands behind your head?"
Victoria gave Max a coy smile. "Are you asking me…or telling me?"
'Begging, more like.' "T-Telling."
The blonde smiled ear to ear and followed Max's direction to a T, adopting the pose of the model she totally hadn't ogled for twenty minutes so well, she would forever associate the cover of that magazine with Victoria. Which, to her, wasn't exactly a bad thing.
And so went the oddest evening of Max's life, treating Victoria, the girl who once terrorized her and the school at large, to her own personal photoshoot. Max milked the opportunity for all it was worth, having the blonde adopt the lewdest poses she could conceive. And despite the fact that, the more they did this, the hornier she got, she had to admire Victoria's confidence. She never once blushed, even the tiniest bit, and her eyes seemed to dazzle with pride as flash after flash immortalized her goddess-like form.
Finally, the sun was dipping beyond the clouds, and Max was out of film. "Guess that's all she wrote." chuckled Max nervously, amazed she hadn't died from blood loss. "Thanks for all your help, Victoria."
"Always glad to be of service, Max." purred the blonde, stepping off the bed with far more motion than was necessary and sauntering towards Max. "Call on me anytime you need help."
"I'll be sure to–"
"HANDS OFF MY GIRLFRIEND YOU BLONDE BITCH OF A SUCCUBUS!"
The door to Victoria's dorm swung open, smacking into Max's skull and sending her toppling forward, right on top of Victoria. Chloe charged in like a rhino, brandishing a baseball bat and sporting a manic glare that promised pain of the worst sort. A glare that turned into a look of horror as she took in the sight of a flustered Max sprawled on top of a stark-naked Victoria.
"What the flipping shit!?" screamed Chloe, clenching the bat. "What is going on here!?"
"Chloe, I can explain!" panicked Max, tearing herself away from the now annoyed Victoria. "I needed help with photography and she offered to help me get better at taking pictures of other people by offering to be a nude model!"
The blue-haired girl stared at Max in disbelief. "And you believed her!?"
Max opened her mouth to retort, but she was unable to provide a decent rebuttal. "Now that I think about it…that sounds really ridiculous when you say it out loud."
Victoria huffed and rolled her eyes. "How did you even know we were here?"
"Kate, bless her sexy ass, overheard what you were telling Max this morning, and told me."
Max raised an eyebrow. "Then…why are you just now barging in?"
"I was…doing some stuff." she replied sheepishly. "Private stuff."
"Getting high?" snorted Victoria derisively.
Chloe bared her fangs. "Fuck off, you preppy slut."
"Pot calling the kettle black, you wretched punk cunt."
"At least I've got clothes on!"
"This time."
The punk rocker moved towards Victoria, bat raised, but was stopped by Max putting a hand on her shoulder. "Chloe, chill. She didn't mean anything by it."
"Like hell she didn't!" snapped the blue-haired girl. "I'm about four seconds away from braining her ass."
"You and what army, you goddamn degenerate?"
"You're gonna be a fucking stain when I'm done with–"
"Enough!" Max's enraged shout made both girls jump. Grabbing Chloe's hand, she turned to face Victoria, desperately trying to keep her eyes off the blonde's chest. "Victoria, thanks for the help, and the opportunity, but I'm gonna take off."
"Bye, Max." She winked and licked her lips before blowing the hipster a kiss. "Come by again real soon."
Max barely managed to grab Chloe's hand just as she swung the bat. "See you in class." The pair scurried out, leaving behind a dejected blonde.
"You should've let me bash her head in." grumbled Chloe, hands gripping the steering wheel.
"Yes, 'cuz a murder charge would make your rap sheet look lovely." snarked Max.
Chloe's response was to growl lowly and slam on the gas. In no time at all, they had reached the Price house. Chloe practically leapt from the car and zoomed around to the passenger door, yanking Max from it. Wordlessly, she dragged her girlfriend into the house, up the stairs, and to her room.
What was once a den of punk rock had underwent an enormous change. For starters, it was a lot cleaner; Max could see the floor. And the scent of cigarettes and and dirty clothes had faded…mostly. Studio lights dotted the four corners of the room, and a white tarp was draped over Chloe's bed. It wasn't a five-star, professional setup, but it was pretty damn close.
Max stared at the renovation with quavering lips, eyes shimmering like stars. "H-How…how did you do all this?"
"Wasn't easy, I tell you." smirked Chloe. "But I figure the less you know about how I got this stuff together, the better."
"You stole it?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny any illicit activity. Less talk, more camera action. There's film in the drawer."
"You mean…you're gonna model for me?"
Chloe leaned down and gave Max a quick kiss on the nose. "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't help you out with your hobby? And feel free to use my pictures however you want."
"You're horrible." Max laughed as she got the film. "But you're also mine."
"Damn right I am."