Sitting in the chair as the stylist added these awful extensions to my hair my mind wandered back to that kid. To think, I wanted his autograph, as if. I'm a fucking model, I don't go around getting damn autographs. I look over at Pam reading an interview I did in Cosmo,
"Hey Pam, name the Backstreet Boys." She looked up and smiled comedically,
"Why do you want-" I didn't have the patience nor the desire for her questions,
"Just name them." Pam has been my assistant for the past year. It was originally a favor to her dad who was in the industry but being the typical kid from Bevery Hills she knew her way around and her knowledge came in handy so I kept her. Her head was a database of information, both useful and useless,
"AJ, Brian, Kevin, Howie and NIck." I nodded my head,
"Nick, he's the big guy with blonde hair right?" She smiled and nodded, I could tell her curiosity has been piqued,
"Yeah, why?" I shrugged my shoulders,
"He's here." She leaned forward in the chair,
"What? My nieces love them, I wonder if I could get his autograph?"
"Get who's autograph?" I look in the mirror to see the reflection of Steven, my manager for the past four years. I shake my head,
"No one important, some singer is here." Just as I finished my sentence the hairstylist yanked my hair,
"Watch what the hell you're doing." She was nervous,
"I'm sorry, the brush got caught in your hair. It's really cur-" I whirled around,
"You don't know what you're doing, find someone else to do my hair. NOW!" She looked over at Steven and it only sent me into an outrage,
"Don't look at him, do what the fuck I told you." Steven nodded,
"Go take a break." Once she left the room he shook his head at me with his fake smile,
"What's the problem sweetheart?" Sweetheeart, it was cute four years ago when I was sixteen but the shit wasn't now, especially when he didn't treat me as such anymore.
"There wouldn't be a problem if you guys made sure you had people who knew what they were doing." He looked over at Pam and nodded his head towards the door,
"Give us a minute." She dutifully followed his order and walked out the room. He sat down next to me in the empty chair,
"You need to relax." I shake my head,
"I can't." He pulled out a small bag from his coat pocket and looked around for something small to our it out on,
"I know what you need." He found a small hand mirror, poured the coke out and used a credit card to make a line for me. I held my head down and snorted the line. I looked in the mirror and made sure my nose didn't show signs of my pick me up,
"There, now lie down and I'll tell them you need fifteen minutes." He bent down and kissed me as he ran his hand over my breasts and squeezed each of them. I wanted more but he pulled away,
"See you." I nod and make my way over to the couch to lay down. Once my eyes closed I instantly thought of my relationship with Steven.
I met him when I moved to New York at the tender age of sixteen, he became my manager and I lived in an apartment with one other model who was managed by his friend. It didn't matter who my roommate was, we were both models so we kept weird hours and we were hardly home period, forget being home at the same time. It only took two weeks beforeSteven wasn't just my manager but my lover as well. Of course, it was kept under wraps, not only was I sixteen and he was thirty-one but he was married as well. Sure, his friends knew, thought it was the best thing in the world to have sex with a child, he could train me to be the sex partner he wanted me to be. But the thing was I didn't need much training, I lost my virginity at thirteen and was having sex on a regular basis since I was fourteen when I moved to Paris. By the time Steven got ahold of me I didn't need to be talked into anything, I was up for whatever game he wanted to play. Ten months ago he separated from his wife and I thought that meant we could be together openly but he said no,
"My wife could say that we have been together the whole time and use it against me in the divorce proceedings and get everything." I totally understood that, if she was half the bitch he said she would be going for everything anyway and the way I saw it, some of that would be my money she was getting and the least amount she got, the better. The divorce wouldn't be complete and a thing of the past for another couple of months, I've kept our relationship a secret for four years, I can hold on another couple of months.
The coke was beginning to do it's job as I smiled. This started shortly after my move to Paris as well. Hell, drugs and alcohol was the only way I could even begin to do some of the things I was introduced to in my new world. The sex was overwhelming for someone at that age. I couldn't help but laugh at being so scared to do things that I couldn't wait to do now. Now, I only aligned herself with people who were like me. Steven and I were an item but he wasn't with me all the time and I needed what I needed. Steven didn't mind me sleeping with other women, he thoroughly enjoyed it, loved seeing me eat another woman, loved to join. He just didn't know about the guys, how could a young sexually active girl not jump in the sack with the male models I worked with? Their hard bodies, perfect smiles, I loved men, hell I loved women, the human body was made to be enjoyed.
There was a knock on the door and my peaceful existence was over,
"Yeah, come in." Pam's head peaked around the door,
"You ready for hair?" I nod and stand up,
"Sure, send her in." Pam whispered,
"The same one?" I smiled, why the hell not,
"Sure, send her in." I stand and wrap the robe tighter around me as I walked over to the chair and took my seat. The commonly looking hairstylist stood behind me,
"I'm sorry for earlier Ms. Locke, I-" I waved my hand,
"No worries doll. You're doing great." I looked back over at Pam,
"So, tell me something about that group." She could always pick up where I left off no matter how long ago it was. She smiled,
"Two of them are married, the two cousins and one of them has a new baby." I nodded,
"Which ones are married?" Not that it really mattered to me, it never did,
"Brian and Kevin. AJ, Nick and Howie are single." I thought back to my quick meeting with him. Nice body, big and broad, nothing like sex with a man who could overpower you and make you do as he wanted. If he had kept his mouth shut I probably would have given him some, especially once I found out he was a celebrity too.
Chapter 4
Stranger Than Fiction
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