Page 3 of The Brat and the Bodyguard

My friends egged me on, and within months, I was signed on as a legitimate professional model with One Models in Dublin. I was so excited, and couldn’t stop talking about this new chapter in my life.

“Yes, but you’re still going to finish high school,” my brother said in a stern tone over dinner one day. “You know Mom and Dad would be disappointed if you dropped out.”

“Yes, of course!” I burbled. “I wouldn’t evendreamof dropping out.”

Nor did I. I graduated with honors from our local high school, and set out to conquer the world of plus-size modeling. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to be conquered because modeling is still maddeningly oriented towards the twig thin. Even in this era of “body confidence” and “body acceptance,” it seems that most jobs are geared for the size zero girls. I didn’t even know that a zero existed until I started in the business. Sure, I saw it on clothing tags sometimes, but I figured it was for pre-teens who hadn’t come into their womanly figures yet.

But still, I love my job. I haven’t done too many shoots, but the ones that I did do were fantastic. I loved being the center of attention, with bulbs going off as the photographer shot me from every angle. I loved make-up artists studying my features to bring out the best, while wizards with hair dryers and curling irons put my red tresses up in fantastical shapes. Never have I felt more beautiful and gorgeous than when I was having my picture taken.

So when the opportunity to come to Vegas presented myself, I jumped at it. Vegas is a hot site for plus-size girls. We don’t need to be in Milan, Paris or New York because that’s where the straight size designers do their casting. Instead, a lot of plus-size labels operate from the desert, and when the Bone Agency offered representation, I jumped.

It’s worked out okay. I haven’t been booked for tons of jobs, but I’ve gotten some. Plus, I met Justin West, and his support and encouragement has helped boost my career. My “boyfriend” is a rapper cum artist cum fashion designer cum all-around bad boy. He’s incredibly handsome and photogenic, with his chiseled jawline and broody good looks. But he’s also overbearing and controlling, and it annoys me. I’m a sassy girl at heart so it’s difficult for me to bite back my retorts sometimes, but I do my best. I just remind myself that Justin West is a big deal in the world of fashion and entertainment, and he’s already opened some doors for me.

This job, for example. Justin’s friends with Bianca Moreno, who with her husband Mario, are co-creative designers of La Bianca Swimwear. Justin made sure that I got a look-see when the label was looking to cast its fashion show, and surprise, surprise, I was called back and eventually hired. I know that Justin did it for me. He’s like my fairy godmother – pulling the strings from behind the curtain to make sure that I succeed.

But no matter how famous and handsome he is, he still bugs me sometimes. It’s just the way it is. I’ve been biting my tongue to stay silent in the face of his outrageous comments, but it’s not going to last much longer. The true Ainsley is going to reveal herself, and she’s got a temper befitting my wild red mane.

At the moment, said mane cascades down my back as I smile and strut down the catwalk.

“To the left,” a photographer calls. “Look my way!”

“Looking gorgeous, darlin’,” another one shouts. “This way!”

The commands are cacophonous, hitting my eardrums even above the thundering music. I squint through my thousand watt smile, trying to make out where exactly it is I’m going. One step forward... two steps... sashay, chantée ... just like RuPaul says, then OOPS!

It happens in a split second. One moment I’m swinging my hips like a seductive vixen while prancing down the runway in a see-through bikini, and the next, I’m on my ass skidding towards a dark mass at the edge of the acrylic surface. It’s literally as if I’m hurtling along a giant Slip N’ Slide on my way to bashing myself against a massive rock. Did they oil the floor? Seriously, the speed with which I’m moving is insane, and I scream.

“Oh shit!” I shriek, eyes wide and mouth open. “Ohsheeee--!”

Then, the rock comes to life. I see it in the half second before we collide. It’s actually a dark man. He’s a massive giant, who looks at least seven feet tall with the broad shoulders of a bear and the chest of a warrior. His blue eyes take in my curvy form, and then he opens his arms and catches me right before we collide.

“Ooof,” he grunts as the air is forced out of his chest by our impact.

“Eeeee!” I shriek right in his face. “Owwwwwweee!”

We tumble over into the audience because I’m not exactly a small girl. But somehow, the man keeps his grip on me except that we’ve changed position. He’s still beneath me, cushioning my fall, but I’ve come upwards and over him so that my pussy’s pressed against his face. Even worse, somehow, my bikini bottoms got pulled to the side while I was doing my little slip n’ slide performance, and his mouth is on my bare cunt.

Oh my god! I scramble to get up, but it’s not easy when you’re covered in grease and wearing five-inch stilettos. It’s even harder when one of the aforementioned stilettos seems to have broken.

“Oh shit!” I scream again, twisting while trying to pull myself up. But all that happens is that I grind my cunt into the stranger’s face even more, pressing my vag lips against that mobile masculine mouth. Then, somethingreallystrange happens. The man parts his lips and licks my pussy. It’s fast, it’s quick, and it’s almost like it didn’t happen, except itdidhappen.This strange hulk of a man just took the opportunity to lick my cunt!

Before I can fully process what just happened, a fashion assistant appears at my side and helps pull me to my feet.

“Ainsley, are you okay?” Christine gasps, her blonde ponytail messy and face as pale as a sheet. “Should I call an ambulance? That was a real hard fall you took!”

Then, Bianca Moreno appears herself, queenly in a ravishing red gown.

“Security!” she calls while snapping her fingers. “Help this model, will you? My show must continue!”

Justin materializes out of nowhere as well, tall and handsome in his well-cut suit even if I can see disgust in his blue eyes.

“I’ll take over,” he announces before sweeping me into his arms like a damsel in distress. “Let’s get out of here because the show must continue.”

He takes off with me clinging to his shoulders, still shaking from the horrific fall. I’m not injured so much as I’m embarrassed and humiliated. I’m supposed to be a professional model, and yet I just tumbled ass over heels in front of a giant crowd, and the whole thing was caught on camera too!

But even crazier, as I’m carried off in Justin’s arms, my eyes meet those of the dark stranger. He’s at least six and a half feet tall, and gorgeous, with piercing blue eyes, and a knowing smirk on that mobile mouth. Even crazier, he grins at me and licks his lips, as if he’s savoring the taste of my pussy juice on his tongue. Oh my god, this man is so filthy .... but secretly, I already know I want to see him again.

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