Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was a request from my good friend Angry Dutchman. The celeb choice and themes came from him, enjoy!
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New York City, New York
Lights shined in the distance across the glass in the shapes of squares from various windows in skyscrapers. They appeared as boxes in rows with no pattern. Down below, one could see the headlights of cars as tiny dots as the vehicles moved in lines following traffic. New York had a reputation as the city that never sleeps. There was truth to a tired cliché, depending on who you asked. Leni Klum had her own opinions based on the limited experience she had living in the Big Apple for five months now. It all started with her choice of university, which led her across the country. She had her famous parents to thank in part for this choice. Her mother, Heidi Klum, stayed across the country in Los Angeles when filming America's Got Talent. Other times, they lived in Miami together before Leni ventured out on her own.
New York was her choice to go alone. At twenty years old, Leni felt she had to get out and see the world for herself. There was only so much she could learn and experience with her mother's guidance. On her first chance to get out and see the world without someone looking over her shoulder, Leni took that opportunity. At college, she studied in the field of architecture. Her real dream was to become a supermodel and follow in the footsteps of her mom's glory. The name Heidi Klum still carried weight as a household name. Her success was international, as she led the charge as a Victoria's Secret model in her home country of Germany and in the United States. Dual citizenship was something Leni grew up with, always excited about traveling alongside her mother. Fashion shows in Miami, L.A., and NYC were all the rave.
The landscape of fashion and modeling had changed greatly since the heyday of Heidi's fame. Leni wanted to chase the dream of appearing in Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition. Her official debut in the modeling industry came with a mother-daughter photoshoot for a lingerie brand. Leni was proud of that moment. Through her mom's connections she was quickly signed to an agency in Miami and picked up campaign contracts for brands Dior and GHD. Some would say that she already had a 'big break', but it wasn't enough to satisfy Leni. The way she saw success from her mom's level of fame, she knew that she could be so much more. It was stressed to her last year that she needed to have a backup plan in case her modeling career never reached massive levels of stardom. That was the only reason she decided to go to college in the first place. The only other interest she had besides modeling was in architecture.
Studying interior design is what led her to step into this elevator alone. The back wall was made entirely of glass with a metal ring offering a safety bar. It was a nightmare for anyone with acrophobia to watch as the height was scaled the higher a floor was. Leni stood, studying her own reflection for a moment, before glancing down at the busy streets. A fascinating sight that would have made for a good photograph or even passing moments filmed on video. She considered fetching her phone from her purse that was attached to her shoulder, but chose against it. The elevator ride was only a short trip along the way to meet with a friend. In her classes, Leni developed connections with a few students studying postmodernistic architecture. Some she considered to be friends, others were simple acquaintances that she figured she would forget all about once she left the university.
As the daughter of a world-famous model, her reputation as the daughter of a famous model spread on campus. Leni caught the watchful eye of many young men but refused their advances with no interest in indulging herself in the party lifestyle that was ever so prominent. Sometimes she considered going out to nightclubs but kept reminding herself not to do anything that could jeopardize her career as a model. Among the friends she made, one was a young man studying Roman and Greek styles. That was more appealing than the direction Leni found herself going with postmodernism. She couldn't say she particularly enjoyed the designs, but she found them to be interesting for whatever reason. This journey in the night was to meet someone that another friend had put her in contact with. There were always people who 'had a friend who knows someone' offering a chance to get out and explore the city under the excuse of studying.
Instead of waiting in the lobby, Leni found herself fascinated by the elevator. Here she was still looking at her own reflection across the glass. When it stopped at the final floor, she pressed the lobby button to go back down. The doors were made of a harsh metal painted gray that almost gave off an oppressive feel. There was something to appreciate about the darker colors and sleek look. Leni felt the need to write something in a report detailing the design choices. This building was once a resource center for a tech company and was converted into a hotel. The elevators were one of the few things left from the original look. Everything else had been converted into something to appeal to more friendly emotions. It wasn't hard for her to imagine the interior of the building decorated in black and gold colors, unlike the drab navy blue and white walls. When the elevator doors slid open, she stepped out. Her heels clicked and clacked across the black tiled floor as she began to walk.
Her long blonde hair was split down the middle, with waves bouncing behind her shoulders. With every step she took, Leni's big breasts bounced. It was a bold and brave choice for her to go out in the night wearing a crop top that revealed her cleavage. For her, it was all about the sense of pride she had in her body. Her legs were covered entirely by a pair of blue jeans. She often wondered what it was like for her mom to go out in public and be recognized by people on the street. Her purse was a simple black bag with gold zippers and buttons. Leni crossed the lobby without a care in the world. She often caught the gaze of people and friendly smiles, but she knew it couldn't compare to her mom's fame. Some day that would change, she reminded herself. These thoughts shifted to the back of her mind when she caught sight of her friend across the lobby sitting in a chair, acting as if he didn't see her. David's face was hidden in a magazine, his eyes crossing the pages. Leni walked over and smirked at him.
"Long night, David?"
The young man raised his head, shifting his dark eyes to her face to smirk.
"Um, no. It's been a quiet night though."
Leni rolled her eyes at him. She could guess he had been sitting around for at least an hour before they met. Back at the university, David had a reputation for talking a big game with people he knew. The saying went along the lines of 'I know someone who knows someone' and carried over from there. It was odd of him to want to meet in a hotel like this since neither of them would be booking a stay. He sat up and tossed the magazine aside to reveal the five o'clock shadow over his once clean shaved face. David's hair was short and brown, almost matching his hair. A blue T-shirt went with his khaki pants for a casual look at night. Leni crossed her arms over her busty chest while looking at him.
"So why did you want me to come all the way out here? I know I'm stating the obvious, but we're a long way from campus."
"I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine."
"He stays here?"
David nodded.
"He has a residential suite near the top."
"You know this for a fact?"
She raised an eyebrow after her question. David nodded at her.
"Of course! I come up here all the time to hang out with this guy. His apartment is way bigger than anything I've ever seen."
Rising up from the chair, David began to walk to the elevator. Leni followed by his left side.
"Come on, I'll take you up to meet him."
"You could've just texted me."
"Then it wouldn't be a date."
David smirked as they reached the elevator. Leni rolled her eyes and shook her head before stepping through the metal doors.
"Right."
He began laughing as he reached to press the button.
"If you wanted a date with me, why didn't you just ask like a normal person?"
"You would've said no."
"How would you know?"
Shrugging his shoulders, David tried not to smirk. He was too much of a buffoon for Leni to be angry with him. This was his way of showing attraction in an awkward way. She didn't mind that from him, since David had proven himself to be harmless months ago. As the elevator rumbled up, her eyes shifted to the streets again. David noticed this and spoke up.
"That's a long way down, huh?"
Laughing at him, she nodded.
"Yes. It's a marvelous sight, don't you think?"
"I guess so. I don't want to be too close to that."
Leni smiled. She had not noticed how close he stood to the elevator doors due to his fear of heights. The least she could do was change the subject.
