This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. This is the beginning of a new series of Modern Erotic Fairy Tales and contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
Red Riding Hood
Chapter 1
Monique stood in front of the mirror, and she just knew, in her own mind, that she was one of the most beautiful models anyone had ever seen. As she twisted and posed in front of the mirror, she had the perfect hourglass figure wrapped in an athletic form. Monique loved exhibiting her body and would have preferred a nude layout, swimsuit or lingerie but she was barely covered in a weird looking dress that some designer had created. It did nothing to show off the body she had spent years honing into the traffic-stopping figure she had now.
Her barely covered gravity defying breasts were incredible and that led to a dramatic slope over her prominent ribs, to a tiny waist and taut abs. Her hips were slim and boyish with a tight muscular butt. She had thought about butt implants to give her more of a bubble butt, but she really liked her current form despite the fact that it was not in vogue right now. They had already shot a series with several weird and tasteless outfits, but this series was all about showing the designers wares and they really didn't fit her taut, fit, athletic, and stunningly sexy body.
Her stomach muscles revealed her flawless abs, and they were one of the reasons she had been picked for this shoot. Her slim, hardened, chiseled core rose dramatically until it sloped into her defined ribs. The photographer loved the definition of her ribs, leaving gorgeous shadows that photographed impeccably and made the perfect foil for her full dramatic breasts. But the dress she was in didn't show any of this and was covered by some horrible designs.
If she was honest, she thought her figure made the dresses look worse than they were. Most of the viewers of this shoot would be only looking at doll-like face and it really was her most gorgeous feature. She played with her long honey strawberry-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail with the end teasing her lower back. It was her strawberry-blonde hair that gave her the nickname 'Red'. With her hair pulled back, her stunning gorgeous face was offered in startlingly simple beauty. Her face was oval with sharp cheekbones and her minimal makeup only illuminated her natural beauty. Even her eyes darting around the room anxiously didn't detract from her regal and elegant splendor.
Monique was indeed a rare beauty; her skin was flawless with its polished flesh tones containing nary a wrinkle or blemish. Her petite ears, delicate celestial nose and wide bow-shaped lips were perfect on her face, but her large clear, pale, blue eyes completed her doll face. Her eyes truly were the window to her soul revealing her determined, fiery yet fiercely passionate, soul. Once you saw her eyes, they drew you in and you couldn't look away. While her attitude was conceited and arrogant, her eyes revealed a deep-seeded passion waiting and daring for anyone to be the one that conquered her.
Having men's eyes or cameras stripping her body bare touched fire to her very soul leaving her sexual core bare, vulnerable, and blazing in need. She worked hard to build this sexy body and wanted to show it off. But her passion went way beyond just showing off, she wanted everyone to want her sexually. She wanted to see the desire on their face and that it was hard for them to turn away from her. Every look or click of the camera sent a carnal thrill rushing through her body and she spent hours at home using her toys to satisfy the itch, but she never seemed fulfilled.
Every time she did a photoshoot the craving returned, and it seemed to be getting more intense. But the photoshoots were becoming fewer and fewer. Her incredible figure was suited to nude or other ways to show off her athletic figure, but runway or clothing jobs didn't do it for her. The photographer stopped and talked to the designer. The designer looked sad, and the photographer looked very disappointed. The designer turned to Monique and said, "You are all woman and gorgeous, but you aren't showing off my designs, only your figure, we don't need you anymore."
The designer turned and walked away, but the photographer walked up to her, "Baby you are one of the most gorgeous women I have seen in a long time. But your perfect DD boobs, tiny waist and athletic ass are not fit for modeling clothes. You need to get into nude, lingerie or swimsuit modeling. I have some agencies if you want to talk to them."
The shoot was over, she took his list of agencies, but Monique hung around nude and talked to the photographer. He, like every man she met, kept his eyes caressing her naked body, but she saw something else in his stares. There was something animalistic, almost predatory, and it made her feel alive. She wanted to know what it was and asked, "You look like you want something else from me. What is it?"
The photographer laughed, "Look at you. What would I want? I want to fuck you; I want to see that spectacular body writhing in ecstasy. Well would you like that?"
She watched for someone that was worthy of her body and strong enough to tame her spirit. When she wasn't turned on during photo shoots, she when clubbing in skin revealing outfits that always made her the center of attention. Her exhibitionist desires always left her desperate for orgasms piled on top of climaxes. But this was not the man, "No, that is not what I had in mind."
She turned and dressed in her street clothes, that was a loose-fitting sundress. She wanted to wear something much more seductive but knew when coming for a modeling session she needed to wear something that would not leave marks on her skin. That meant no underwear or tight-fitting tops or bottoms. So, she was struck with a sundress. At least it was low cut and she could show off her pendulous breasts but the rest of her taut body was hidden under the loose-fitting dress.
She always wound up going home alone and using her toys to masturbate to unsatisfying orgasms. Over time, her toys became more extreme and then BDSM entered her life. She started buying movies and her passion skyrocketed watching porn stars restrained and made to climax over and over. She started buying BDSM toys but was too afraid to use them. Her whole life seemed to revolve around her wild sexual needs and cravings.
Interestingly enough, it was these cravings that made her wildly popular at home in Texas. Her figure always drew attention, but as her cravings intensified the expressions on her face became more and more sexual. Anyone that saw her photos felt like she was looking at them and was inviting them into her bed. Sex sales and more and more advertisers began to clamor for her in photo shoots. That was one reason she was shooting this spread. They wanted to show fit and athletic can be sexy, something that Monique personified but those dresses were ugh ugly on her figure. But over and over her figure didn't fit the clothes hanger figure that advertisers wanted. They told her the same story over and over. She was too beautiful and people noticed her, not the clothes.
So, she kept hearing the same story over and over. She would show up for the shoot, but once in the clothes or after a couple of shots the Ad agency representative would fire her and the reason was her figure was to gorgeous or distracting. The point of most of these photo shoots was to sell some kind of merchandise and all she was selling was her incredible figure, so she was fired. After many months of this her funds were getting fairly slim. She realized that a big part of the problem was her modeling agency. They did not provide glamour models for anyone and that was what she was best suited for. She knew she needed a new agency, but that took a while and she needed money to live on.
As she walked to her car she thought about her career. She knew she was beautiful and had a figure to die for, but she had been fired from six different modeling sessions, because she didn't fit the skinny clothes hanger type of body. Her Barbie doll figure with large breasts with a tiny waist and ass, was not the kind of models they wanted. Now her money was running short, and the rent was due in a couple of weeks. She needed a paying job and soon.
Monique went home depressed about the direction her career was going. She stripped off her sundress and sat naked at her small desk and fired up the internet looking for quick jobs she could do. She needed something that could provide quick money, she found strip club positions and she knew that she would be more than qualified for that job, but then she saw a wet T-shirt contest that gave the winner two thousand dollars, but it was tonight. This was quick money, and she knew she had the figure to do it.
Monique rushed around trying to find a costume for the contest and as soon as she found something she was on her way. Soon, Monique stood behind the curtain with butterflies in her stomach. She was excited, anxious, scared and nervous all at the same time. She had been nude in front of the camera, but never in front of an audience of horny men. She was excited about showing off what she knew was her wildly sexy body, but the sounds of the raucous crowd gave her second thoughts. She loved men gawking at her admittedly delicious body and stripping her naked with their eyes, but never touching her. Touching was reserved for her lover that she didn't have right now.
She looked at her competitors and knew she had the beauty, figure and poise to beat the other college girls, but she did worry about the professional strippers. They looked hardened, but confident and she knew they could dance better than her. She had her young, fresh innocent look and her modelling had taught her how to move seductively.
