Does she even notice me? (F/F)
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				Title: <strong>Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissMeep</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 23:59:00</strong>
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				MissMeep &amp; Amazon<br><br>Sophia walked into the large foyer of the plush office block.&nbsp; It was the start of another week but unlike most others, Sophia loved Monday's because she geniunely enjoyed her job.&nbsp; Of course if anyone asked how her weekend was, she would play it cool.&nbsp; Casually talking about some made up night out, wild parties and random guys.&nbsp; All lies.<br><br>Her weekend was spent sat on he sofa with a good book and a glass of wine.&nbsp; Occasionally if she felt decadent a bar of chocolate was thrown into the mix.&nbsp; Still, she worked with a lot of women and hear a LOT of wild stories.&nbsp; &nbsp;Almost all of which would turn her a bright shade of pink when the girls told her about them.&nbsp; <br><br>Her dresss sense tended to border on the severe.&nbsp; Very tight pencil skirts, a nice blouse.&nbsp; Square rimmed glasses that appeared when was sat in front of the computer.&nbsp; Her short blonde hair was always loose.<br><br>Pulling her chair closer to her desk, she booted up her computer and looked quickly through her intenary for the day.&nbsp; Three girls, two of them new.&nbsp; She was sure it would just be an ordinary day until she ready the last name.&nbsp; Could it be? The girl she had longed after at school but had never once had the nerve to say anything to? Here?<br><br>Just the thought of her sense a shiver through her body.&nbsp; Shaking her head slightly she did her best to clear he thoughts, appointment was at eleven.&nbsp; Looking at her clock, she muttered to herself "three hours, yeesh".&nbsp; Doing her best to clear her mind, she tried to focus on the variety of little tasks on the sceen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 12:25:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t102/glorfindel_x/Monica_bellucci.jpg)<br><br>Sally Mustang was on the top. She was the reigning supermodel and was already in the talks of making a jump into movies as she had bagged two starring roles in respectable productions. Tall, enigmatic and charismatic, her presence commanded attention no matter where she went. She was in her late twenties, 28 to be precise and the transition seemed perfect at this point in her career and it won't be difficult for her to juggle both the things considering the amount of effort she usually put in everything she did.<br><br>Already a darling of tabloids, constant speculation was made about her liasions with different men and women. Several things often being written about her partying habits and the fast life she led in general. Some of true, some of it just the wackiest of the fantasies. She could care less about what the press or her fellow models said about her. Because if she did, then she would've been buried at the bottom of the pile an age back in this cutthroat competition of the modelling world. It was either kill or be killed, and Sally preferred to be the hunter rather than being the hunted.<br><br>Today, she had an appointment at her agency. Apparently some re-shuffling had taken place and they had brought in some new staff from the office in Milan and she had to meet up with the marketing people to discuss certain things. The time set to be eleven. Sally entered the lift just before the time, quickly zooming upwards before stopping at the right floor. The staff immediately recognizing her as she was given the VIP treatment, being the most successful model they were representing. She walked in, lighting up a smoke as she was taken to the waiting room specifically assigned to her alone as she watched the clock. Five minutes to eleven.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissMeep</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 20:50:56</strong>
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				She kept glancing nervously at the clock.&nbsp; With a sigh, she switched off the monitor of her computer and collected the waiting portfolio.&nbsp; As much as she was dreading the meeting, she was secretly excited.&nbsp; The chance to meet her girlhood crush again was such a rush! Still, this woman was more than just that now.&nbsp; She was a majorly sought after commodity.&nbsp; Clearly above her reach.<br><br>Brushing down her skirt, checking her make up and hair.&nbsp; A small smile appeared on her lips.&nbsp; Yeah, she really had changed a lot since highschool.&nbsp; The dorky girl that hung out with all the geeks.&nbsp; The one that always stayed back for extra credit.<br><br>Heck most of that was still the same, but at least her fashion sense had improved a little.&nbsp; Sure, she got her fair amount of attention but working in a firm like this she was surrounded by beautiful people every day.&nbsp; So the chances of a work romance were slim to say the least!<br><br>Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and did her best to calm her riotous though and slow down her rushing heartbeat.&nbsp; She was just another girl, be cool.&nbsp; Whatever you do, do not say anything stupid!<br><br>With a slight knock on the door, she stood waiting for a reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 16:25:47</strong>
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				The door opened and in walked Sally Mustang. She looked carelessly before pointing towards her watch. "I guess that's about time, eleven it is!" She said in a cool tone and eyeing the woman in front of her. She momentarily looked at the woman who opened the door for her. She was familiar..and then she read her name, Sophia. Aha..the same woman she went to high school with. Oh well, a small world. She nodded at Sophia. "Hello Sophia, been a while..so I was told to meet at the office at eleven, so what's on the agenda?" She enquired, her electrifying presence making the room sound as if she actually owned it and Sophia was the one who was a guest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissMeep</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 19:36:17</strong>
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				She blinked hard.&nbsp; Momentarily flustered by the sheer nerve of the woman.&nbsp; "I suppose this what fame gets you" she thought to herself.<br><br>Dismissing the thought, she pulled out her pad and checked over the schedule.&nbsp; "Well Ms Mustang, the first thing on the agenda is a photo shoot for the up and coming lingerie catalogue, followed by.."<br><br>Pausing mid sentence, the devious little thought appeared in her head so quickly she almost blurted it out.&nbsp; She had to get in on that photo shoot.&nbsp; Sure she would have access to the photo's after it, but seeing the real thing..<br><br>Blushing slightly, she carried on until she was finished rounding up the events for this afternoon.<br><br>"Shall I show you to the studio?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 12:06:15</strong>
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				Sally nodded at Sophia. Sophia seemed to go on the defensive suddenly at her sudden intrusion. Sally chuckled from the inside over that. "Fine, we'll go straight to the studio. That won't be much of a problem." The new exclusive lingerie catalogue being launched with her as it's face, she was definitely interested in the project. Sophia on the other hand seemed to be somewhat strange. But she had always been strange, even bwhen they were in the school together back in the day, so Sally just shook it off. "Nice place you got there!" Sally commented casually, releasing circles of smoke in the room through her perfect lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissMeep</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 12:19:47</strong>
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				<br>She looked up briefly, arching an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Thankyou, a lot has changed since our days in school".&nbsp; She paused for a moment, before turning her back on the model and walking toward the door.&nbsp; "For some of us at least" she thought.<br><br>Holding the door open for Sally, she smiled.&nbsp; More for the thought of seeing this woman wearing all manor of sexy clothing than to make her feel welcome.&nbsp; "It's a busy day Ms Mustang, we really should get to it."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 14:54:13</strong>
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				They continued to walk as they chatted awkwardly. Their past like a broken mirror glass. "Yes indeed, it's been quite a few years. Didn't knew you were working here until today. But I can see you're doing pretty good for...someone like you." Her last few words bearing a hint of sarcasm, she knew it hit her where it hurt her most and that was exactly what Sally intended. "But you're right, it's a busy day ahead and we should really get to it. So, where are the outfits?" She enquired in a professional tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissMeep</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 15:12:06</strong>
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				She glanced quickly at Sally.&nbsp; Her faced remained blank, but her thoughts screamed out "What a bitch!.<br><br>Opening the door to the studio, she walked and nodded to the photographer.&nbsp; Someone she new well.&nbsp; "The changing room with the various outfits is on the left.&nbsp; The set, as you can see.&nbsp; Is in the middle of the room Ms Mustang.&nbsp; We require around a hundred shots of ten different outfits.&nbsp; I trust you can keep up with the demands of this agency?"<br><br>She let the words hang, turning her back on the woman as she made her way to the refreshment table.&nbsp; &nbsp; This was going to be great.&nbsp; &nbsp;The studio and the dressing room were covered in discrete cameras.&nbsp; Allowing her to see the girls the entire time.&nbsp; Allowing her to develop dirt on quite a few of them.&nbsp; The photographer included.<br><br>Picking up a soda, she sat down and stared at Sally.&nbsp; "Well? Get to it".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Does she even notice me? (F/F)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 20:14:12</strong>
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				Sally chuckled at Sophia's desperate attempt to outdo her in war of tongues. What did she really think, that this was gonna be a challenge for someone like the great Sally Mustang? Someone who had literally destroyed all of her competitors and was reigning queen of the modelling industry? She had become even more naive than she used to be if she actually believed in such bullshit. "I think Sophia, the real question would be..if the agency can keep up with <em>my</em> demands for all the great work I do and the recognition which my face brings to you people. Besides with the likes of you around, one just might be compelled to doubt!" She spoke with a smirk, observing the studio.<br><br>"Don't tell me you're calling this a studio. That's all you guys got? I want my own seperate changing room and not this shithole which has been used by thousand others today itself. The stench emanating is disgusting. And just in case you didn't realise, my contract stated those conditions." Sally shot back once again in a calm, cool tone...graceful arrogance oozing from everything she did. "Once you do that, I suppose we'll be ready to go, or we'll be just ready to go to the courts Sophia? I'm sure your career couldn't really use a setback like that? Since you may treat other no name girls like anything but you can't really afford to displease Sally Mustang now, can you?" Sally grinned cockily.
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